Todos os capítulos de The Silent Luna: Rise of the Primal Queen: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The scent of pine and roasted meat filled the Northern Crest pack square, but all I could smell was my own fear. Tonight was the Blood Moon—the night every wolf over eighteen prayed to the Moon Goddess for their fated mate.For me, Elara, it was supposed to be the night my life finally began.I smoothed my simple white shift dress, my heart hammering against my ribs. Everyone expected it. I expected it. Killian, our future Alpha and the boy who had grown up sharing his secrets with me, was going to claim me."Still waiting for a miracle, Little Mouse?"I flinched as Cora, the Beta’s daughter, sauntered past. Her silk dress was the color of fresh blood. She smirked, her golden eyes flashing. "An Alpha needs a Luna with a roar, not a girl who can’t even find her own wolf."I bit my lip. It was true—at nineteen, my wolf was still silent. I felt her presence like a dull ache in my bones, but she never spoke. I was the "Silent Omega," the pack’s pity project. But Killian... he didn't care

The adrenaline that had fueled my fight with the rogues evaporated, leaving my limbs feeling like lead. My "Primal" side had protected me, but the toll was heavy. I stumbled toward the edge of the stream, my vision blurring.“Rest now, Little Seed,” the ancient voice hummed, its tone softening. “The Shadow is coming. But he is a shadow that protects.”I didn't have the energy to ask what that meant. I collapsed onto a bed of moss, the purple glow in my veins fading into a dull, rhythmic thrum. As the darkness of sleep pulled at me, I heard it—the heavy, rhythmic thud of a horse’s hooves, or perhaps something larger.And then, the scent hit me.It wasn't pine or the musk of the Northern Crest. It was the smell of a brewing storm, of dark chocolate and ozone. It was a scent so powerful it made my soul ache with a different kind of hunger."My King, there is a body by the water. A girl.""A rogue?" a voice responded. It was deep—a low, melodic growl that seemed to vibrate the very earth

The wind howling through the Obsidian Spire felt different today. It didn't bite; it whispered. It carried the scent of the North—a scent that used to mean home but now smelled like betrayal and stale promises."He’s here," Malachi said, appearing in the doorway. He didn't knock. Kings didn't knock. He was dressed in midnight-black armor, a heavy sword strapped to his hip. "Your 'Alpha' is at my gates, barking like a stray dog."I turned from the mirror, my heart doing a strange dance of fear and fury. "What is he doing here? He rejected me. The bond is dead.""The bond between you and him is dead," Malachi corrected, walking toward me. He reached out, his gloved hand tilting my chin up so I was forced to meet his silver gaze. "But the bond between an Alpha and his land is very much alive. Without you, Elara, his territory is wilting. The crops are dying, and the wolves are turning on each other. He didn't just throw away a mate; he threw away the heartbeat of the North."A cold, dark

I didn’t wake up to the sound of birds. I woke up to a heartbeat.Thump-thump. Thump-thump.It was slow, heavy, and echoed inside my own chest, out of sync with my own frantic pulse. I opened my eyes to find the moon still high in the sky. I was no longer in the obsidian pool. I was tucked into the massive, fur-lined bed, and the weight of a heavy arm was draped across my waist.I froze. Malachi lay beside me, his silver hair fanned out against the black silk pillows. He was asleep, but even in rest, he looked like a predator waiting for the slightest vibration.On my neck, the twin puncture wounds from his fangs didn't throb with pain. They hummed.“You’re awake,” a voice rumbled.I jumped, looking around the room. Malachi hadn't moved. His lips hadn't parted.“In your head, Little Moon,” the voice came again, darker and smoother than the wind. “The Blood Pact is a bridge. My thoughts are yours, and yours are mine. Try to keep the screaming to a minimum;

The sun rose over the Southern Kingdom not in gold, but in a hazy, bruised purple—a reflection of the magic that had saturated the air during the night. The Hounds were gone, reduced to ash, but the message burned into the balcony floor remained as a grim reminder.Return the Seed."They think you are an object," Malachi said, his voice a low vibration behind me. I turned to find him fully dressed in his war regalia—midnight steel etched with silver runes. "A battery they can plug back into their dying soil.""The High Elder was there, Malachi," I said, my voice trembling with a mix of exhaustion and fury. "He was the one who blessed Killian’s leadership. If he’s using Void magic, then the entire Northern Pack is tainted.""Not the entire pack," Malachi said, his eyes narrowing. "My spies report that Killian has been stripped of his command. He refused to use the Void to hunt you, so the Elder threw him in the dungeons. Cora is currently ruling as a puppet Luna."I felt a strange, col