Todos los capítulos de The Rejected Luna's Dark Gift: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

SEVEN DAYS. The number haunted me. Seven days to decide if I was going to walk into Draven's trap or watch three innocent wolves die because of me.I read the letter again. And again. The parchment was getting worn from my fingers tracing over those three names. Juno Steel..Marcus Flint.Sera's younger brother, Devon. Wolves I knew. Wolves I'd trained with. Wolves who'd shown me kindness when I had nothing.And Juno. Castor's sister. My chest felt tight thinking about telling him. About watching his face when he learned his sister was going to die unless I surrendered myself to the monster who wanted to break me."You can't keep staring at it." Kael's voice broke through my spiral. "The words won't change.""I know." But I couldn't put it down either. Through the bond I felt his exhaustion. His desperation. He'd been trying to find alternatives since the moment that messenger arrived. Hadn't slept. Barely eaten."We could attack," he said for the third time. "Hit Draven's stronghold.

Two days left and I stood outside Vesper's cell at dawn, watching her sleep. Or pretend to sleep. Through my gift I felt her awareness. The subtle shift in her breathing when she sensed me there."You can stop pretending," I said.Her eyes opened. Violet and sharp even in the dim torchlight. She sat up slowly, chains scraping against stone."Couldn't stay away?" Her smile was mocking. "I'm flattered.""I need the map." I moved closer to the bars. "The real one. Not the sanitized version you gave Rowan."Something flickered across her face. Surprise maybe. Or respect."What makes you think I held anything back?"I let my gift reach toward her. Felt the layers of emotion beneath her calm exterior. Calculation. Self-preservation. And buried deep, a twisted sort of hope."Because you're a survivor," I said quietly. "You gave us enough to seem helpful. But not enough to make yourself expendable. You're keeping leverage."Vesper laughed. Actually laughed. "Smart little Luna. No wonder Kael

Kael's fury bled through the bond before he even opened his mouth. Heat and jealousy and something sharper. Betrayal maybe. "Out." He didn't look at Castor. Just kept his eyes locked on me. Castor's jaw worked. For a second I thought he might refuse. Might stay and force this confrontation. Through my gift I felt his brief spike of defiance. Then it collapsed into resignation. He brushed past Kael without a word. The door slammed behind him hard enough to rattle the weapons on the walls. Silence. Thick and suffocating. Kael stood there. Muscles coiled tight. Hands flexed at his sides like he was fighting the urge to hit something. "You felt everything." Not a question. My voice came out steadier than I expected. "Every word." He moved into the room. Slow. Controlled. "Every emotion. His and yours." "Then you know nothing happened." "Nothing?" His laugh was sharp. "He told you he loves you. Begged you not to go. Asked if you'd choose differently if you could." "And I told him

Cold bit into my skin. Stone pressed against my cheek. Every breath felt like glass in my lungs.I tried to move. Couldn't. Arms wouldn't respond. Legs felt distant. Wrong.My eyes cracked open. Darkness. Not complete. Faint orange glow from somewhere. Torchlight maybe.The world tilted when I tried to sit up. Stomach lurched. Bile burned my throat.Iron. I smelled iron. Blood. Old and new.My hands found cold metal. Chains. Heavy ones looped around my wrists. Connecting to a ring bolted into stone.The cell came into focus slowly. Bars. Thick ones. Symbols carved into every surface. The same ones from Vesper's map. The ones that dampened gifts.I reached for my empathic sense. Found nothing. Just emptiness where my gift should be. Panic clawed up my throat.Then I reached for the bond. Faint. So faint I almost missed it. But there. A thread of warmth buried under layers of whatever magic these symbols created.Kael. Alive.My chest loosened enough to breathe."You're awake."The voic

They left me in the chair for hours. Maybe longer. Time felt wrong down here.My wrists bled where the straps cut in. My head pounded from forcing my gift through the wards. Every breath hurt from the pain I'd absorbed from Castor.But I was still me. Still conscious. Still resisting.That had to count for something.The door opened. Different guards this time. They unlocked the straps without speaking. Pulled me up. My legs gave out immediately.They dragged me back through corridors. Past cells. Past more prisoners. Back to my own cage.Elena watched from her cell as they threw me inside."You used your gift." Not a question. Flat statement.I dragged myself to the back wall. Pressed against cold stone."He was torturing someone I care about.""They all do that." Elena's fingers traced those absent patterns again. "Find what you love. What you'd protect. Use it against you." Her head tilted. "How long did you last before breaking?""I didn't break.""You used your gift. That's break