Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rogue Luna: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The scent of old pine and iron reached Charollet before the guards did.She was still wiping blood from the edge of a broken wineglass, the aftermath of a warrior's drunken slip when they arrived in the servants’ hall with hollow eyes and rigid posture. No names. No explanations.“Alpha Boris has summoned you,” one of them said.A pause. Then, “You are to appear in the throne room.”The words struck the air like thunder. Not because of the command but because of who it came from.Boris hadn’t spoken to her. Not once. Not even when Kade first dragged her into the estate like a mangled trophy. The Alpha, absent more often than present, ruled more in name than in

Charollet sat on the soft moss inside the glade, moonlight filtering through the treetops, dappling her pale features. Her emerald gown, once a symbol of beauty, now lay stained with mud and sweat, the golden sash loose at her waist. She pressed her palm against the rough bark of an ancient oak, seeking solace in its silent strength.But strength was far from her reach.Tears had washed her face clean, but they could not wash away the betrayal. The world felt fractured beneath her feet, trust torn into pieces she did not know how to gather. Not only had Boris tried to mark her as his Luna against her will, but Kade had responded by claiming her himself, all while she was still weak and burning from the bite wound.In that moment, the man who had saved her shattered her fragile hope too.She sat hunched, back to the blaze of forest lanterns Kade had scrounged for cover, body wrapped in furs scavenged from the stables. She stayed silent, letting the forest’s hush wrap around her like a c

Smoke lingered in the corridors long after the fires of war had died. Every breath Charollet took was tinged with ash and regret—hers and Kade’s. The rumors had started as whispers: a single rumor that the Redmaw commander had found out where Kade’s scouts were secreted in the eastern woods. Patrol routes had changed; plans that once felt secure unravelled. Nothing proved it was Charollet’s doing, but the tale took shape fast.She remembered the night she collapsed in the shrine. The Redmaw commander had visited her in the infirmary—an apology, a promise of mercy. She’d been delirious, still feeling panic from the latest wound. They whispered comfort, coaxing revelation of Kade’s next move. She couldn’t remember exactly what she’d said, but the flash of the corridors being doused in Redmaw fire told her enough.Now, Charollet stood in the throne room once again. She was paler than ever, careful to maintain a hard posture. Months of political survival, of blood-slick battles, had wrenc

Charollet woke before dawn, the torch outside her cell guttering low against the shadowed walls. She lay on the cold stone slab, the rough blanket doing little to keep the chill at bay. Every muscle ached from the chains, the hunger, the wounds still scarred beneath hours of bandages.But beneath all that, something else pulsed.Curiosity.Fear.A quiet hunger for answers.The chain at her ankle rattled softly as she shifted. In the hollow hush, a cautious movement sounded behind the bars. She tensed.A slender figure, veiled in a thin grey cloak, stepped into the cell. Torchlight flickered across her features: pale skin, deep-set eyes, a nurse’s precision in her step.“Elira,” Charollet breathed.The healer gave a faint nod.Kade’s orders were clear: no more visits from anyone but captains and council members. But Elira was a healer. And when she looked at Charollet, she didn’t wear the distant look of authority, only concern.“Elira brought something,” she whispered, producing a fol

Morning rose over Darkfang under brittle blue skies. The air felt clean, even hopeful, as if the tension between packs had eased after Silverpine pledged their alliance. Snow melted from the ridges, trickling down rocky slopes with a cheerful whisper. But within the fortress, unease lingered.Charollet wrapped herself in a grey cloak and moved among the ranks of the newcomers. She spoke softly to the councilors, offered guidance to warriors from Silverpine, and listened to their concerns as they adjusted to joint patrols and shared winter stores. All day she felt the Rune’s weight hidden beneath her shirt, a humming reminder of the responsibility she carried.In the morning strategy meeting, Kade stood at the war table. Maps showed Darkfang, Silverpine, and Redmaw territories, with Redmaw pushed back but still a lingering threat. Kade outlined patrol schedu