All Chapters of Fighter Luna's Shifted Fate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

(Eliza's POV)I met my grandmother's penetrating gaze without flinching. Her question hung in the air between us, heavy with implication. Did I regret orchestrating William's maiming? The answer came easily."No. I don't regret doing this."The words left my lips without hesitation, my voice steady and clear in the stillness of her chamber.Elder Morgan's face transformed instantly, fury replacing exhaustion as she slammed her walking stick against the floor with surprising force."Foolish!" she snapped, eyes blazing. "He is your brother by blood! Do you know what you've done?"I looked up, calmly facing her anger. Her rage didn't frighten me—I had endured far worse in my previous life."Grandmother, but he never treated me like his sister," I replied evenly. "He tried to kill me several times. I narrowly escaped each time. Next time, I may not be so lucky."My hand unconsciously rose to my throat where William's fingers had once closed, cutting off my breath. The memory was st

(Eliza's POV)Five days had passed since the Mid-Autumn Festival. My fake rash had finally "healed" enough for me to leave Maple Garden.I stood before the mirror, arranging my hair. The transformation still startled me sometimes. The frightened girl who'd first been dragged to the Morgan estate was gone."Miss Eliza, are you ready to visit Elder Morgan?" Sparrow asked, entering with fresh clothes.I nodded, selecting a light blue dress. "I've prepared special venison for her breakfast. Is it packed?""Yes, Miss. The kitchen wrapped it carefully."The journey to Green Pine Sanctuary was peaceful. I'd missed these walks during my self-imposed confinement.Nanny Edwards greeted me at the entrance. Her weathered face revealed nothing."Good morning, Nanny Edwards," I said, bowing respectfully."Miss Eliza," she replied with a slight nod. "You're looking well. The rash has cleared completely."I smiled at her subtle acknowledgment of my fake illness. "Yes, thankfully. I've brough

(James's POV)I stared at the Blessing Bible passages spread across the table, my mind churning with more immediate concerns.Victoria shook her head. "They've only sent someone to inquire a few times and sent a lot of precious herbs. Gamma, if the Blackwell family really...""Even if they really want to break off the engagement, what can I do?" I sighed heavily, the weight of our family's predicament pressing down on me. "However, since they haven't mentioned it yet, we shouldn't bring it up either."The thought of the Blackwell family breaking William's engagement due to his severed leg filled me with dread. Without this alliance, William's future—and by extension, the Morgan pack's future—looked increasingly bleak.Victoria seemed to read my thoughts. "The Blackwell family values their reputation above all. They won't act rashly, even with William's... condition."I nodded, clinging to what little hope remained. "We'll wait and see. Perhaps they'll honor the arrangement despit

(Sparrow's POV)I pressed my ear against the door, straining to catch snippets of conversation. Miss Eliza and Nanny Agatha were discussing someone in hushed tones again."Are you sure she's the one?" Miss Eliza asked.Ivy nudged me, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What are they saying?"I shook my head, gesturing for her to be quiet. This wasn't the first time I'd overheard them discussing a mysterious she-wolf. A month ago, Miss Eliza had tasked Nanny with finding someone. The details were scarce—just that it was to remain confidential unless Elder Morgan inquired directly."It's Ruby Pearson," I whispered to Ivy. "Katherine Morgan's younger sister."Ivy's mouth fell open in shock. "Katherine had a sister? A real one?"I nodded solemnly. "Katherine's biological parents had three children: Katherine herself, Ruby, and a brother named Ryan."The door suddenly opened, and I nearly tumbled forward. Nanny Agatha stood there, arms crossed, eyebrows raised."Eavesdropping again, a

(Eliza's POV)I stared at the blacksmith, surprised by his eager recognition. His professional demeanor had vanished."Your designs," he explained, pointing to a workbench. "I've been waiting for more. The dual-purpose dagger blueprint was extraordinary."Relief washed over me. For a moment, I'd feared he recognized me from somewhere else."I hadn't realized my design was so impressive," I said, maintaining my male disguise.The blacksmith's eyes lit up. "In thirty years of smithing, I've rarely seen such innovative work. My master was particularly intrigued."This caught my attention. "Your master?"He nodded eagerly. "Would you care to meet him? He's asked about you several times."The blacksmith led me through a narrow doorway. The master was wrapped in layers of clothing despite the forge's heat, only his pale face visible.A persistent cough shook his frame as we entered. "So you've finally come back. I was beginning to think you'd abandoned your talent.""I've been occu