All Chapters of The Rogue Luna's Revenge : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Brynn Hollis' POVThe Cave of Whispers was a wound in the earth.We found it three days after leaving the Village of Exiles. The Council's messenger met us at the entrance—a wolf in a gray cloak, no mask, but eyes that held no warmth."The Arbiter requires you to complete the first trial before the meeting," the messenger said. "To prove your worth.""I already proved my worth at the bone hall.""That was negotiation. This is tradition."Farrah stepped forward. "She's not doing any trial."The messenger looked at her. "Then the truce is broken. The Council will attack Silver Creek within the hour."I put my hand on Farrah's arm."I'll do it.""Brynn—""The village wolves are still with us. They can't outrun the Council's army. I do this, and they get time to escape."Farrah's jaw tightened. But she nodded.---The cave entrance was narrow, barely wide enough for my shoulders."The rules are simple," the messenger said. "You walk to the other side. You do not speak. You do not scream.

Brynn Hollis' POVThe Council's hall was different by daylight.Without the green torches, the bone walls looked almost beautiful—ivory and gold, carved with scenes of wolves hunting, wolves feasting, wolves building. Not the cruelty I'd expected. History.The Seven sat in their semicircle. No masks today.I saw their faces for the first time.The Arbiter was an older woman, silver-haired, with kind eyes that didn't match her voice. The Whisper was a young man with hollow cheeks and a nervous twitch. The Weaver was ancient, her hands gnarled, her gaze distant. The Sorrow wept silently, tears streaming down her face. The Hunger was thin, feral, barely contained. The Silence had no face—just a smooth expanse of skin where features should have been.And the Breaker's chair was empty."You've done well," the Arbiter said. "Two trials. Most wolves don't survive one.""I'm not most wolves.""No. You're not."---The Arbiter gestured. Wolves brought chairs for Farrah and Lyssa. They sat behi

Brynn Hollis' POVThe road south was easier than the road north.We had prisoners freed from the Council's dungeons. We had the Council's representative, Kaelen, walking silently among us. We had the wolf-shaped storm watching from the clouds, no longer attacking—just observing.And we had Elara, Wren's mother.She was stronger now. The color had returned to her cheeks. She walked beside me, Wren holding her hand, asking endless questions about the trees, the birds, the sky."Mama, why is the sky blue?""Because the moon paints it at night.""No, the sun paints it.""Then listen to the sun."Wren laughed. It was the first time I'd heard her laugh.---"The Council didn't just take me," Elara said quietly.We were walking apart from the group. Wren was ahead with Farrah, chasing butterflies."What else did they do?""They questioned me. About you. About Silver Creek. About the prophecy.""What did you tell them?""Nothing. I didn't know anything. That's why they kept me alive. They tho

Brynn Hollis' POVThe Sorrow's defection was the first crack.But the Council was still strong. The Arbiter still ruled. And the mark on my palm pulsed each night, a reminder that I was not entirely my own.Who was the Shepherd's sister? I asked.Silence.You heard me. The third trial showed me a woman's face. Not your mother. Not mine. Someone else.Her name was Morwen.The seer?No. A different Morwen. My younger sister. The only wolf I ever loved.Where is she now?I don't know. The Council hid her from me. They used her as leverage to control me.Is she still alive?I don't know.---I found Vera in the infirmary.She was tending to Elara, who was still weak from her imprisonment. Vera looked up when I entered."You have that look.""What look?""The look you get before you do something dangerous.""I need to find Morwen. The Shepherd's sister."Vera set down her herbs. "Why?""Because she's the key to destroying the Council. The Shepherd said they used her as leverage. If she's s

Brynn Hollis' POVThe Arbiter's trial lasted three days.Wolves from a dozen packs testified. Wolves she had caged. Wolves whose families she had destroyed. Wolves who had served her, then turned against her.In the end, the Circle voted: imprisonment, not death. The Arbiter would spend the rest of her life in a cell, watched by wolves she could not manipulate."Mercy," Dax said."Justice," I replied."There's a difference?""Sometimes. Not today."---The Council's remnants scattered.Some fled north, into the wilderness. Others surrendered, begging to join the Circle. Most were accepted—not as leaders, as workers. Wolves who had to earn their place.The Sorrow stayed in Silver Creek.She reunited with her daughter, Greya, who had been waiting for centuries. They spent hours walking the forests, talking, crying, laughing."You gave me back my mother," Greya said."You gave me back my hope," I replied.---But the shadow of Selene lingered.My biological mother. The wolf who had tried