Semua Bab WHISPERS OF THE FORGOTTEN MOON: Bab 1 - Bab 6

“Are you sure about this, Mica? You do know that there's no going back once this is done, right?” I rolled my eyes for the hundredth time, starting to get tired of my aunt's questions. “I already told you auntie, I am sure. I want to do this, and there's nothing you could do or say right now that would change my mind.” She sighed, the sound mixing with the hushed whispers of the council members sitting in the hall. “Perhaps you should consider rethinking, Lady Mica. This is a critical decision and - well something like this have never been done before.” One of the council members, Beta Aidren said softly, “your husband is a Beta from another pack and you are your father's only heir. He's handing this pack over to you for a reason - and that reason is definitely not for you to hand everything to your husband.” The others nodded their approval. I spared my father a glance for the first time since I made my announcement, and my heart beat accelerated at the blank expression

"Where do you think you're going?" I freeze at the doorway, my hand already on the rusted handle. Madame Celine's voice slices through the morning air like a blade, and I know—without even turning around—that whatever comes next will shatter what's left of my world. "I asked you a question, girl." My shoulders hunch automatically as I face her. She stands in the hallway flanked by her daughters, Vivian and Claire, their matching smirks promising nothing good. The dim light from the cracked window catches the gold rings on Madame Celine's fingers as she drums them against her silk robe. "The cemetery," I whisper. "It's my Beta Kaya’s—" "My husband's death day. Yes, I know." Her lips curve into something that might pass for a smile if you didn't know better. "But, how touching that you think you'll be going anywhere today." My stomach drops. Vivian giggles behind her manicured hand while Claire examines her nails with theatrical boredom. "I don't understand." But I do. T

The memories hit me like a freight train, one after another, each one more devastating than the last. Richard's voice echoing in my head: *"You were always too trusting, Mica. Did you really think I loved a weak little girl like you?"* Kira's cruel laughter as she watched the massacre unfold, her eyes bright with malicious joy. The cries of the council members as they were slaughtered one by one, their screams cutting through the air like knives. And worst of all—the disappointed look in my father's eyes just before they slit his throat. Not anger, not fear. Disappointment. In me. In what I'd allowed to happen. I can still feel the guard's grip on my arms as I struggled to reach my father, still taste the blood from Richard's punch when I tried to fight back. Watching the light leave his eyes. My screams echoing through the hall until my voice gave out. "Take her to the dungeons," Richard had ordered. "Make sure she can't cause any trouble." Then came the dark magi