Semua Bab HER DAUGHTER'S REJECTED MATE : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The Night Council Fractures Rain lashed against the glass domes of the Raven Spire — the secret chamber high above the estate where only the true minds of rebellion dared to gather.  Thunder rolled in the distance, nature sensing the divide that now cracked through the heart of the council. Blythe stood at the head of the long obsidian table, her cloak soaked through at the hem, and her eyes lit with quiet fire. Around her, four of her most trusted stood—and for the first time since the rebellion was born, their unity was faltering. Captain Thorne spoke first, arms folded across his chest. "The time for st

PUBLIC RECKONING Council Hall, morning. [The ancient ironwood doors groaned open.] Guard (calling out):"Her Grace, Luna Blythe of Fresh Meadows." A hush swept over the room, like wind before a storm. Nobles turned—not in greeting, but calculation. Murmurs buzzed. A few straightened. A few didn't bother. Lady Marrow (under her breath):"Snakes. Every one of them." Captain Thorne (his hand resting near his sword):

THE MARK OF THE UMBRA Nightfall over the eastern ridge of Fresh Meadows bled crimson through the clouds, as if the sky anticipated the blood yet to spill. Deep within the Blackwood ruins, Xavier stood at the heart of the Umbra Pack's makeshift war chamber, a map stretched across a broken altar lit only by flickering lanterns. Renly knelt beside the stone with charcoal in hand.  Supply caravan confirmed. Leaves the High Court armory at dawn, skirts the Frost Pass, and reaches their front post by mid-afternoon." Xavier nodded. "We intercept before they reach the cliffs. Set traps. No deaths unless forced. I want the message louder than a

  TRAPS AND BAIT Nightfall had draped Fresh Meadows in a veil of blue, and shadows stirred above the Temple Ruins in the eastern grove. Xavier crouched atop the crumbled arch of the temple gate, his fingers curled around the hilt of his short blade. His breath came slow and controlled. Around him, the Umbra Pack lay hidden among the trees, their bodies cloaked in frost-dusted leather, faces masked with soot and silence. Below, the trap was set. That morning, a single parchment had been delivered to Vito's men's hands. Carried by a trembling courier and marked with the royal sigil

A CROWN OF FIRE Temple Ruins—Morning After the Ambush The dawn after the ambush rose blood-red, painting the temple ruins in streaks of gold and crimson. No smoke coiled from broken braziers. The snow beneath the ancient arches had turned pink with battle. The wind whispered through the stone like a voice retelling what had happened here. Blythe stood at the heart of the ruin, boots planted firm on blood-soaked earth, her cloak flaring behind her like wings. Around her, the remains of Vito's elite guard lay scattered, motionless, broken, and defeated. Some groaned, others bled, but none dared rise. Behind her, Xavier approached, blood crusted at his temple, his breath shallow fr