Todos los capítulos de Wolfless Luna Rebirth: The Alpha King's Lethal Queen : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

~Lyra's POV~I went to her directly.No preparation, no strategy about how to introduce it. I had thought about the angle on the way down the corridor and had discarded it, because whatever Carina was, she was not a person who would be usefully softened up by a careful approach. She would read the approach before I finished it and the reading would cost me whatever genuine reaction she might have had.I needed to see the reaction.She was in the holding conference room, not a cell, still the same room she had occupied since the node night, which meant she had meals brought and a working surface and the sustained understanding that her status here was guest-under-conditions rather than prisoner-under-guard. I had made that decision partly because locking her up would have ended the governance conversation and partly because a person who had come voluntarily and stayed voluntarily was giving me information about their intentions that I would have lost the moment I changed their conditio

~Lyra's POV~The formal session started at nine.We had used the main conference room rather than the holding room, a deliberate choice. The holding room was for interrogation and the specific psychological pressure that came with it. This was not that. This was testimony: a documented record of what happened, who knew what, and when. Pack law handled this kind of situation badly because it was designed for clearer categories of wrongdoing. What Vivienne had done existed in the space between categories, not a crime in the technical sense, not innocent in any honest sense. The formal testimony session was the closest structure we had for something that didn't fit cleanly anywhere else.Xavier was at the table. Reva, who had traveled to Silverfang for the first time, sat to my left. Cal at the end with the documentation system running. Kira on screen in the top corner, which was becoming a fixture I thought of as simply part of any significant room configuration.Vivienne came in and sa

~Lyra's POV~Vivienne had said: you're not going to believe me.She was right.I was standing in the corridor outside my room when she told me, and I stood there for a full fifteen seconds after she finished without saying anything, which was not something I typically did."Say that again," I said."The fourth signal," Vivienne said. "The frequency pattern Torvi identified as 'someone waking up.' It maps to Carina." A pause. "Not dormant-awakening. More active than that. The historical registry has a practitioner assessment from twenty years ago, Carina used to live in a western territory affiliated pack structure before the Conclave took her. The assessment flagged an unclassified minor working. Never followed up." Another pause. "I cross-referenced the waveform against what Torvi logged. They match."I thanked her and ended the call and stood in the corridor for another ten seconds.Then I went to find Torvi.------------"Run it again," I said.Torvi had already pulled the frequenc

~Lyra's POV~Nightshade's memorial ground was older than I expected.I had been to the pack building twice before, in my first life, years ago, when everything about Nightshade felt like territory I was meant to belong to and didn't. The second time more recently, in a capacity I preferred not to dwell on. The memorial ground was separate from both, situated on the hillside north of the main estate, maintained with the particular simplicity of a place that had been cared for consistently rather than impressively. Older stones near the top, newer ones down the slope, the grass between them cut short and unornamented. The kind of burial ground that accumulated meaning the quiet way, through repetition and weather and the weight of everyone who had stood there over time.Kira was at the gate when I arrived.She looked, as she usually looked, like someone who had been awake for several hours before anyone else and had used the time productively. She was wearing Nightshade's formal colours

~Lyra's POV~I walked to Mira's rooms with my phone in my hand and Torvi's name on the screen, the message already sent: Come to the west wing when you can. Don't rush. But come.Then I put the phone in my pocket and knocked."Come in," Mama said.She was at the small desk she had set up near the window, the one with the view she had called adequate and had been sitting at for most of every morning since she arrived, which told me she found it more adequate than she was prepared to admit. She was painting, which she returned to the way she returned to most things after Papa died: quietly, without making a production of it, as an act of continuance rather than healing.The painting was of the garden. The Silverfang garden, which she had been studying from that window for two weeks.She looked up when I came in. She read my face the way she had been reading my face for thirty years, not the surface version, the thing underneath.She set down the brush."You found it," she said.I stood