Todos os capítulos de THE REJECTED LUNA’S FOUR KINGS: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

POV EMMA BELLEThe arrival of Félix’s family was not announced by a formal herald or a trumpet blast. It was announced by the smell of wet fur, pine resin, and the sound of a dozen mountain goats being herded through the pristine obsidian gates of the Black Crag.I stood on the balcony of the Great Hall, Lyra in my arms, watching in stunned silence as a motley crew of massive, shaggy wolves—some in human form, some half-shifted—marched into the courtyard. They didn't look like the disciplined warriors of the North. They looked like the forest had grown legs and decided to take a stroll.At the head of the group was a man who could only be Félix’s father. He was huge, his skin tanned like old leather and covered in scars that told stories of battles with bears and blizzards. His hair was a wild mane of blonde and gray, and his eyes... they were the exact shade of emerald as Félix’s, but without the spark of playfulness. They were as hard as jade."Lixie," I whispered, feeling the raw,

POV EMMA BELLEThe descent into the valley was a nightmare of shifting fog. The gas Magnus had warned us about—the alchemical "Mist of the Mind"—wasn't a thick cloud, but a shimmering, iridescent haze that pooled in the hollows of the earth. It smelled of sulfur and lavender, a combination that made my wolf pace frantically behind my ribs."Keep the masks on!" Nathaniel’s voice was muffled behind his leather respirator. He had worked through the night to enchant the filters with purification runes. "The gas targets the amygdala. It amplifies your fears and turns your instincts against your allies. Do not trust what you see in the mist!"I was riding in the center of the column, the twin-carrier strapped tightly to my chest. Lyra and Caelum were unusually quiet, their tiny hands clutching the fur of my cloak. Even at two months old, they could feel the wrongness of this place. The kinetic hum in my blood was vibrating at a frequency that made my teeth ache."Félix," I whispered, reachi

POV EMMA BELLEThe tension of the impending siege on the Whispering Falls was a heavy shroud over the camp, but inside the royal pavilion, the air was warm and smelled of lavender-steeped milk. I was sprawled on a pile of thick furs, my back against a trunk, with Lyra and Caelum tucked into the crook of my arms.Lyra was currently fascinated by her own toes, which were glowing with a faint violet light, while Caelum was fast asleep, his tiny hand gripping a lock of my hair. After the "calibration" session with Félix in the clearing, my soul felt settled, even if my body was pleasantly exhausted.I was just drifting into a light doze when the tent flap was thrust aside.Maya stepped in. She didn't have her usual medical bag, and she wasn't wearing her "Saint of the North" face. She looked… disheveled. Her silver braids were coming undone, her cheeks were a bright, uncharacteristic pink, and she was pacing a tight circle in the center of the rug."Emma," she whispered, her voice soundin

POV EMMA BELLEThe High Inquisitor didn't come with an army. He came with two guards and a tall, hooded figure who stood so still he didn't even seem to be breathing. The Inquisitor, a man named Valerius with eyes like clouded glass, stepped forward, his white robes dragging through the slush and mud."Magnus of the Deep Woods," Valerius purred, his voice echoing off the canyon walls. "I see you brought the pup. And the Shadow-traitor. How... colorful."Magnus didn't bow. He stood with his axe resting on his shoulder, his emerald eyes fixed on the hooded figure. "Cut the silver-tongued crap, Valerius. You sent a bone-bird to my camp. You said you had a guest. Show him, or I start taking heads."Valerius smiled, a thin, bloodless line. "Patience is a virtue the North has always lacked. You wanted to see the pride of Crystal Valley? The boy who was supposed to be the Shield of your Queen?"Valerius reached out and pulled the hood back.Félix’s breath hitched, and a thousand miles away,

POV EMMA BELLEThe Inner Sanctum of the Whispering Falls was a monstrosity of alchemical engineering—a jagged fortress of iron and bone built directly over the geothermal vents of the mountain’s heart. As we approached, the roar of the falls was drowned out by the rhythmic, mechanical thrum of the Mother-Key being forced into the core."The tectonic pressure is peaking!" Nathaniel shouted over the wind, his silver staff held high to create a wind-shield for the vanguard. "If we don't breach the sanctum in the next twenty minutes, the magma will reach the upper aquifers. The explosion will level everything from here to the Black Crag!""Then we don't have twenty minutes!" I cried out.I was at the center of the formation, wearing the violet-and-silver cloak Alessia had woven for me. My kinetic energy was no longer a wild thing; it was a cold, precise aura that shimmered like a diamond shield. In my mind, I could feel the twins back at the camp, their spirits linked to mine, feeding me