All Chapters of REJECTED LUNA RETURNS FOR WAR!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CLARA'S POV The sealed letter arrived just after breakfast. I was sitting in what used to be Isabella's private parlor—mine now—reviewing reports from the pack's grain stores when one of Leon's messengers was escorted in by my guards. He bowed low. "Luna Clara. A letter for you." My heart skipped a beat. I tried to keep my expression neutral, regal, but inside I was already racing with possibilities. Leon. A message from Leon. "Leave it on the desk," I said coolly, waving him away. The messenger set down the envelope—heavy parchment, sealed with Redmoon's crest in blood-red wax—and retreated quickly. The guards followed him out, closing the door behind them. The moment I was alone, I snatched up the letter. My fingers trembled slightly as I broke the seal. Inside was a single sheet of parchment, written in the efficient hand of Leon's personal secretary: Luna Clara of Evergreen Pack, Your presence is required at Redmoon Palace for a strategic briefing regarding Evergreen's

ISABELLA'S POVThe three days passed both too quickly and too slowly.I spent every spare moment preparing. Practicing my blank expression in the mirror. Rehearsing calm, measured movements. Forcing my hands to stay steady as I imagined pouring wine for the woman who'd murdered my son.By the time the morning of Clara's arrival came, I felt hollowed out. Empty. As if I'd scraped away every emotion until only a shell remained.It would have to be enough."His Majesty wants you in the private receiving room," Martha told me that afternoon. "Luna Clara will be meeting with him there. You're to serve refreshments and remain in attendance."My stomach clenched, but I kept my expression neutral. "Of course."Martha studied me with concern. "Are you sure you're well enough? You've looked pale these past few days.""I'm fine." I forced a smile. "Just a bit tired."She didn't look convinced, but she nodded. "Well, make sure you're perfect. This is an important meeting. Luna Clara is..." She pa

LEON'S POV I hadn't slept after the incident with Clara and Sierra. Instead, I'd spent the hours before dawn in my study, reviewing reports and trying to make sense of what had happened. Someone had put Itchweed sap in Clara's water basin. That much was certain. Sierra had the opportunity—she'd admitted to visiting Clara's chambers. She also had motive. Her jealousy of Isabella was becoming increasingly problematic, and causing chaos in the palace was exactly the kind of petty revenge she might attempt. But something about it didn't sit right. Sierra was many things—vain, jealous, manipulative. But she wasn't stupid. She knew she'd be suspected if anything happened to a guest she'd just visited. She was too calculating to be that obvious. Which meant either she'd been desperate enough to act rashly, or someone else had taken advantage of her visit to frame her. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. The palace was becoming a nest of vipers. Sierra watching Is

RAMONA'S POV I couldn't sleep. It had been like this for weeks now—lying awake in the darkness, my mind churning through everything that had happened since that terrible night when Redmoon invaded. Since Isabella disappeared. Since Magnus died. Since Clara became Luna. Something was wrong. I'd known it from the beginning, felt it in my bones like a sickness I couldn't cure. But Edmund wouldn't listen. The pack accepted Clara's rule because they were too afraid to do otherwise. And I... I was just the Alpha's sister. Powerless. Overlooked. But not blind. I rose from my bed and moved to the window, looking out over Evergreen's grounds. Everything looked the same as it always had—the training fields, the pack house, the familiar paths I'd walked my entire life. But it felt different. Wrong. Like wear

EDMUND'S POV I couldn't get Ramona's words out of my head. Letters. Orders to eliminate you. Clara is dangerous. I'd dismissed her. Sent her away. Told her I didn't care. But that was a lie. I cared. Goddess help me, I cared about everything. About Isabella, who I'd failed so completely. About Magnus, whose small body I'd held while his blood cooled. About the pack that had been torn apart because I'd been too blind to see the traitor sleeping in my bed. Because that's what Clara was, wasn't it? A traitor. I'd known from the beginning that something was wrong. From the moment she'd confessed to opening the gates, to killing Magnus, I'd known she was dangerous. But I'd been too weak. Too broken. Too afraid of what would happen if I fought back. So I'd let her take control. Let her become Luna. Let her rule while I... wha