Todos os capítulos de Curse of the Moon's Bride : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Sleep didn't come.I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, the thin blanket twisted around my legs. The room was too quiet, too still. Every time I closed my eyes, the same thing came back – sharp and insistent.Pine. Metal. Blood.It clung to me like a memory I couldn't quite reach. Close enough to feel. Too far to name.I turned onto my side, pressing my face into the pillow. Tried to slow my breathing. Tried to let it go.It didn't.My wolf stirred, restless. Not panicked. Not afraid. Certain.I sat up abruptly, the motion sharp enough to make my head spin. My fingers curled into the blanket as I forced myself to think. Not feel. Think.Where? Training yard. Corridors. The cells. The edge of the forest.Faces flickered through my mind, one after another. Wolves I passed every day. Wolves I barely noticed.Then – him.Not important. Not loud. Not someone who drew attention.Aldric.I frowned, trying to pull the memory closer. He trained hard. Always at the edge of the yard, never i

Mara set the book down like it weighed more than it should.Dust lifted from the cover in a faint cloud, catching the morning light that filtered through her narrow window. The leather was cracked, edges worn smooth from hands long gone. It didn't look like something meant to be opened again.I stared at it anyway. "What is that?"Mara didn't answer right away. Her fingers traced the surface, slow, almost careful – like she was greeting something old and dangerous."A record," she said finally. "Kept by healers. Passed down, generation to generation." Her voice dropped. "Things the pack chose to forget."That didn't make me feel better.She opened it. The pages inside were yellowed, fragile at the edges, ink faded in places but still legible. Lines of cramped handwriting ran across every page. Symbols I didn't recognize filled the margins – sharp shapes, curved marks, things that looked more like warnings than language.Mara flipped through until she reached somewhere near the middle.

The world came in fragments.Light. Dark. Movement. Sound.Kael's voice. It cut through everything else – low, urgent, too close and too far at the same time."Stay with me."I tried to open my eyes. They wouldn't listen. My body felt wrong – heavy and hollow all at once, like something inside me had been scooped out and replaced with fire.Pain followed a second later. Sharp. Blinding. It tore through my side and dragged a broken sound from my throat."Easy – " Kael's grip tightened around me. "I've got you."Pressure pressed hard against my ribs. Hands – someone else's – firm, unyielding, trying to hold something in that wanted to spill out. The scent of blood was everywhere. Mine.Voices blurred around us."Careful – ""Watch your footing – ""Move!"The climb. I felt it in the jolt of every step, the strain in Kael's body as he carried me. Rock scraped. Boots slipped. Someone cursed.I couldn't see it, but I felt the world shifting – upward, uneven, dangerous.I tried to speak. To

I woke before the sun fully rose.For a moment, I didn't move. Just lay there, staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet hum of the pack house coming to life beyond my door.Then my gaze shifted.The paper sat on the small table beside my bed, exactly where I'd left it. My list.I reached for it slowly, careful of my side, and unfolded it across my lap. Names crossed out. Lines drawn through betrayal. Through fear. Through things that had nearly torn us apart.My eyes dropped to the last line.The pack is healing. But the Pure Claw still exists.The words felt heavier this morning. More real. Healing didn't mean safe.I exhaled and pushed myself upright. The pull along my side reminded me I wasn't whole yet – but I was close enough. Close enough to act.By the time I dressed and stepped into the corridor, the pack was awake. And watching.But it wasn't the same as before. No one flinched away. No one whispered behind turned shoulders. A few wolves nodded as I passed. Simple. Quie

The forest held its breath.No wind. No movement. Just the sharp tension of too many bodies waiting for something to break.Varek stood at the center of it all, his gaze flicking from shadow to shadow, counting, measuring. Looking for an escape that wasn't there.Around him, his wolves shifted uneasily. Some had already loosened their grips on their weapons. Others held on tighter, like stubbornness alone could save them.Kael stepped forward, his voice cutting through the silence."You heard me," he said. "Drop your weapons. Now."The command didn't echo. It didn't need to.One wolf moved first. His blade slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a dull thud. Another followed. Then another. The sound of metal against dirt spread through the clearing, hesitant at first – then inevitable.Varek snarled, turning on them. "Cowards."No one picked their weapons back up.I didn't look away from him."It's over," I said. "The Shadow is dead. You have nowhere left to run."For a second,