Todos los capítulos de The Outcast Luna’s Reckoning: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 15

Elara’s PovAs time went on, I found myself lost in the rhythm of their voices. Miri was a natural storyteller, her hands flying through the air as she recounted mishaps in the palace kitchen or the time a young pup had tracked blue dye through the Alpha’s private study.For the first time in years, the weight in my chest loosened. I didn't just smile; I laughed. It was a small, rusty sound at first, but as Sora joined in with her dry wit, I felt a spark of genuine warmth. They were so normal, so easy, and for a few blissful minutes, they made me forget I was a girl with no wolf and a broken past.The fear that usually dictated my every breath had retreated into the darkness, replaced by the light of the garden.After hours of lighthearted chatter and more food than I had eaten in an entire month at Silver Ridge, Sora and Miri began to gather their things. The sky had deepened into a rich, velvety indigo, studded with stars that looked like spilled diamonds."The hour has caught u

Elara’s PovI took a deep breath, slipping my hand into the crook of Varick’s massive arm. The warmth of his skin seeped through my sleeve, giving me the courage to step past the threshold of my room for the first time as a free woman.As we descended the winding stone stairs, the silence of the residential wing was replaced by a distant, rhythmic thrumming. It sounded like a heartbeat, a symphony of clanging metal, laughter, and the unmistakable sizzle of fire."The courtyard and the kitchens," Varick rumbled, noticing my ears perk up. "It is the busiest hour. Are you ready?""I think so," I whispered.We stepped through a set of wide archways, and I gasped. The courtyard was a hive of chaotic life, but it was the kitchen wing, visible through a series of open-air serving windows, that stopped me dead. At Silver Ridge, the kitchen was a place of misery, a cramped, smoky box where two or three exhausted Omegas slaved over massive pots while being screamed at for not being fast eno

Elara’s PovVarick’s voice was a low, steady anchor. He stepped toward me, his shadow falling over me not as a threat, but as a shield. He reached out, his thumb catching the tear on my cheek before it could fall. His skin was warm, his touch as careful as if he were handling the most fragile glass in his study."Look at me," he commanded softly.I forced my eyes to meet his. The shock I had seen earlier was gone, replaced by a simmering, protective heat."It is not your fault that they tried to starve your mind just as they starved your body," he said, each word heavy with the weight of a vow. "But those days are dead, Elara. In the Vanguard, we do not hide knowledge. We do not keep our people in the dark."He didn't pull his hand away. His touch grounded me, and my breathing finally began to even out."I will find you a tutor," he continued. "Someone patient. Someone who knows that a brilliant mind sometimes just needs a different map. It’s okay. You aren't in that hallway anym