Semua Bab Shadows Of The Rejected Luna: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The dark in the cell didn’t feel like my shadows at all. My shadows… they used to move with me, feel warm sometimes, like they breathed when I breathed. This darkness just felt heavy and dead. It stank like old metal and that gross damp soil you only smell when they dig graves too deep. Like the ground already knew I wasn’t leaving.I sat on the floor that was so cold it burned through my clothes. My back jammed against the rough wall that kept catching on my shirt. My wrists screamed. Every time I shifted even a little the silver cuffs bit in and this freezing-hot jolt shot up my arms. It messed with my head so bad. Everything got fuzzy. Even breathing felt like work.How the hell did I screw this up so completely?I kept replaying it. Walking through the mist. Screaming at Kael until my voice cracked. Then those big scarred hands grabbing me out of nowhere. I didn’t even get a chance to yell.Stubborn me.I should’ve just stayed in the cottage. I should’ve just shut my mouth, locked

Walking after Genevieve through the palace felt like heading to my own death.Each step in those big servant boots dragged me down. My wrists burned raw from the silver. My skin stung bad every time the rough wool sleeves scraped the spots. I couldn't wince though. I kept my head low. My eyes stuck to the bottom of Genevieve's white silk dress as it dragged over the floor sharp like a knife.The palace sounded louder than before. Hammers banged everywhere. The smell of tons of fresh lilies hung thick in the air. Wedding preparations was going on which meant my life getting passed to this lady I didn't know."Keep up, girl," Genevieve barked without turning. "I don't have all day for you to stare at the walls.""Sorry, My Lady," I muttered. My voice came out rough and empty.We got to the big oak doors of the King's rooms. My heart twisted slow and hurt deep inside. Those doors scared me once. Then they felt like some weird safe spot. Now they just stood there like a wall between me an

~KAIROS's POV~The castle archives were a maze of cold stone and history that smelled like rot. The air in here always felt a hundred years older than the world outside. Usually, I liked the quiet. It felt like a hug. Tonight, though, the silence felt like it was screaming at me.I sat at a heavy oak desk. My only light came from a single candle that sputtered and kicked, throwing long, shaky shadows against the stone walls. I didn't look like a King who just got offered a huge alliance and a pretty wife. I looked like a man sitting in the wreckage of his own heart.My hand, which stayed steady through a hundred wars, actually shook as I turned the page of a legal book.The Council was pushing me.It felt like a rope tightening around my neck. Silas and the Elders didn't even wait for the blood to dry on the ritual ground before they started yapping about the "North Alliance." They kept talking about trade routes and grain piles that would feed the Eclipse Pack this winter. They call

~ELARA’s POV~The rain felt like a wall of ice. It stung my eyes and soaked right through my thin servant’s dress. The fabric got so heavy, it felt like lead pulling against my skin. Every single step was a fight. I tripped over a wet root and my knees hit the mud with a thud. It was a sick, heavy sound that shook my bones.“Keep moving,” my wolf whimpered. Her voice sounded jagged and scared inside my head. “He’s right behind us. I can feel the sky screaming. I can feel him!”"He’s not our King anymore," I hissed. I ground my teeth and pushed myself up. My palms were raw and stinging. They were covered in forest dirt and my own blood. "He’s just the man who watched us bleed."“He is the Alpha,” she argued. I could feel her spirit pacing behind my ribs like she was in a cage. “And he is hunting. Not for a prisoner... he’s hunting for us.”I didn't want to hear it. I ran into the small clearing where the old hunter's shack sat in the dark. A shadow moved from the porch. It was fast, ju

~KAIROS’ POV~The rain dripping from my hair felt like freezing lead, heavy and miserable, as I walked onto the shiny black floors of the Great Hall. My boots hit the stone with a dull thud. It was the only sound in that awful, suffocating silence. The wedding guests were just a blur of faces. They pulled away from me like I was a sick animal.I didn't stop. I didn't look at the Council. I didn't even glance at the high priest who was still shaking, gripping that book of vows. I just kept my eyes locked straight ahead.“Kairos!”My mother, Elder Mara, stepped right in my path. She had that fake look of royal worry on her face. But as I got closer, I saw her eyes twitch. She didn't care about my broken heart; she was just pissed that I’d made a mess of her big show.“What the hell is this?” she hissed. She kept her voice low so the guests wouldn't hear the venom in it. “You walked out like you’d seen a ghost. You left the North’s daughter at the altar like some cheap bar girl. Explain