Semua Bab The Vow that Broke the Moon : Bab 11 - Bab 13

  A full week had passed since the priestess's death. In that time, Kira had assigned Nyx a series of deliberately demeaning Luna duties designed to test her character or break it—Nyx wasn't entirely sure which. The first morning, she'd been directed to the grain stores, a musty warren of sacks and barrels that smelled of old dust and older desperation. Three omegas had been tasked with counting inventory, and they'd stared at her like she was a ghost come to haunt them. "The Luna doesn't belong here," one had muttered, not quite meeting her eyes. "I belong wherever I'm assigned," Nyx had replied, and the simplicity of her answer had seemed to confuse them more than any protest would have. She'd spent six hours counting sacks of wheat, her fingers growing raw from the coarse fabric, her mind cataloging everything she observed. The omegas were terrified of her—not

  Three in the morning. The fortress was silent except for patrol footsteps on distant stone, the rhythmic march of wolves who never truly rested. Neither Nyx nor Caelan could sleep—the tether was caught in a feedback loop, broadcasting their insomnia back and forth like an echo between cliffs. Every time one of them drifted toward unconsciousness, the other's restless awareness pulled them back. The room was dark. The only light was moonlight through the balcony door, painting the stone floor silver. Shadows gathered in the corners, deep and impenetrable, like waiting predators. Nyx lay on the bed beside Caelan, her body rigid with the effort of pretending she could rest. She couldn't. Her mind was too full—Kira's accusations, the file, the glimpse of her own memories that had passed between them. The weight of survival pressed down on her chest like a physical force. "Tell me about