Todos los capítulos de The Rise Of The Forsaken Luna : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

BRIANAI sit alone in my office, the glow of the computer screen painting my face in cold light as I scroll through the emails Linda forwarded earlier. Each message feels heavier than the last, the words blurring together as the truth I learned today continues to sink in.After the meeting, after learning what really happened to my parents and just how far Marcus is willing to go, I needed space. I couldn’t handle the bonfire, the laughter, the celebration. Not when all I could feel was the weight of everything I thought I knew crumbling apart.It’s been just over a year since I lost them. A year since I became an orphan. I used to think my parents died protecting Marcus and Drake, our alpha and his heir. I believed they were doing their duty. Now, knowing it was all a plan to get me out of the way, I can’t stop asking myself what else I missed growing up in Moonveil Pack.Luna Lidia was everything a Luna should be. She was graceful, wise, always putting the pack first. I admired her

NATTYClimbing onto the bus with David, I glance around and spot Edison and Ash already sitting near the front seats. Their expressions are alert, curious, and a bit restless.Maya, the eldest of the surviving Moonveil wolves, had thankfully picked up when I called using Linda's office phone. The sound of her voice brought back a wave of nostalgia and grief all at once. She was shocked to hear from me. News about Laura and Marcus had already reached them, and she feared I'd been killed by the tyrant and his twisted mate.Her disbelief only grew when I told her I was now in Silver Paw, and that Linda Bruce was the Alpha. At first, she thought I was joking. I could almost hear her shaking her head through the phone, refusing to believe the same Linda who once lived under Marcus' cruelty in Moonveil had become a leader strong enough to run her own pack. I told her everything, how Linda had left because of Marcus' treatment of Briana, and that seemed to finally make her pause. When she

BRIANAStanding beneath the old willow tree, the soft breeze playing with the ends of my white dress, the same one I wore during my own initiation, I can’t help but feel a rush of memories. Around me, the clearing buzzes with excitement. The Moonveil refugees stand in neat lines before us, their eyes shining with hope and anticipation.Ivory Fangs has grown so much since they came. They left behind the cruelty of Marcus and Laura Joss, seeking safety and a chance to start over. None of this would have been possible without Drake finally finding the courage to stand against Marcus.My gaze sweeps across the crowd, but I find him immediately. Drake stands a few paces away, sunlight catching the faint scars that remain from our time in Shadow Moon. They’re fading now, slowly, steadily, just like the bitterness I’ve been holding onto. Maybe it’s because I’m finally learning to forgive him. He made his choices to protect Moonveil, and I can’t fault him for that anymore. But forgiveness doe

BRIANASitting quietly in the hospital room, I swing my legs lightly over the side of the bed while waiting for Hannah to return. She had just finished running the follow-up tests we did last week before being called away to help a young pup who'd fallen from a training tree and broken her wrist. Typical pack life there was always something happening.Last night's initiation ceremony had gone smoother than anyone expected. The celebration afterward was even better. Everyone drank moonshine, laughed, and danced beneath the stars until dawn painted the sky. For the first time in a long time, there were no divisions, no tension just one pack. One family. No outsiders.Peter and Evette had stolen the spotlight, dancing together most of the night before disappearing halfway through. Milan had teased that Peter was finally going to mark her as his, earning himself a handful of cake smashed right into his face by me. The memory made me smile just as the door creaked open."Briana," Hannah's

DRAKEWatching Briana trapped in a headlock,something inside me snaps.My vision blurs with anger as I stride into the training ring,every step echoing with the force of my fury.Peter’s mate immediately releases her,fear flashing across her face as my power floods the space.I can feel the tension in the air,the others watching silently as I focus on Briana.She stands slowly, her breathing steady but her eyes filled with concern.When she reaches out and places her hand on my shoulder,the warmth of her touch calms me, just a little.“Drake, we were just sparring,” she says softly, her scent wrapping around me like honey and smoke.It’s familiar,yet different.Sweeter.Warmer.The protective urge inside me roars to life, stronger than before.Without thinking,I scoop her into my arms, ignoring the startled gasps from those around us.She doesn’t fight me at first,just stares up at me, silent, as I carry her out of the training hall.My jaw tightens when I notice the small scrapes on