Todos los capítulos de The False Luna Has My Wolf: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Darius did not hesitate. He ordered the Moon Rite passage sealed before the dust from the burned record could settle. Galen stood guard over the charred remains of the record, his jaw tight with suppressed fury. Tovan posted loyal warriors at both stairwells, their postures rigid with new purpose. No elder, priestess, attendant, or council guard was permitted to pass without direct Alpha command. The order was spoken quietly, but its weight crushed the silence in the corridor. Darius was not merely protecting Mira. He was actively blocking Maera’s ritual authority. Maera did not protest. She did not raise her voice or invoke tradition. She simply watched the heavy iron seal being placed across the forbidden door, her face terrifyingly calm. That silence was worse than any shout. It meant she was already calculating her next move while Darius believed he had won the first battle. Elder Corvin arrived before Darius could escort Mira away from the scene. His gaze swept over the

The morning sun poured through the high windows of the main hall, illuminating a lie dressed in moonlight.Cassia Ashford descended the central staircase as if nothing had broken beneath the earth.She wore a gown of woven silver thread that caught every beam of light. Moonstone earrings brushed against her jaw, and the heavy Luna-candidate chain rested perfectly at her throat. To the assembled pack, she was the picture of noble endurance. She was stability. She was the future.Only Mira saw the fracture lines.Cassia’s hands trembled imperceptibly where the silver chain touched her skin. Her scent was too sharp, masked by expensive oils but unable to hide the underlying discord. Her silver eyes swept the room with practiced grace, yet they deliberately avoided the corner where Mira stood.No one else noticed the hesitation. Or perhaps they simply refused to see it.Mira felt the crushing weight of public perception. Truth had been revealed in the dark, but status still ruled the ligh

Before dawn, Darius carried the burned record from his study to the Alpha vault.Galen walked beside him in silence while Tovan cleared the corridor ahead. Two loyal warriors guarded the rear, their presence a quiet declaration rather than a secret maneuver.Darius wanted the council to understand one undeniable fact: the evidence was now under Alpha protection.The vault door was old black iron, marked with blood seals from generations of Alphas past. Only the reigning Alpha could open it without permission. He placed the charred page inside a moon-glass case to preserve what little remained.Galen stared through the glass at the faded ink.Subject: Mira Vale. Wolf-name: Sera. Transfer host: Cassia Ashford. Witness: Maera.Darius did not look away. For the first time, Sera’s name was not hidden in ash. It was protected by the Alpha line, and that protection would cost him everything.Corvin arrived far too quickly.His immediate presence confirmed what Darius already suspected: the c

Cassia’s knees hit the cobblestones with a sickening thud.Her attendants rushed forward, but Maera was faster. The Elder Priestess knelt beside the fallen Luna candidate, pressing one palm firmly over Cassia’s silver binding bracelet.Beneath Maera’s touch, the metal glowed with a bruised, black-silver light.Cassia trembled violently, her breath coming in ragged gasps. But her eyes were not fixed on the priestess offering aid.They were frantically searching the crowd.Searching for Mira.The pack saw only what Maera wanted them to see: Cassia’s agony, Mira standing untouched, and the sacred alarm tightening the Elder’s face.Maera did not shout accusations. She simply raised her voice in a tone of pious concern.“Keep Mira Vale back.”The warriors hesitated, caught between duty and fear. Darius’s Alpha pressure held them in place, but the damage was already done.The pack had watched Cassia break the moment Mira silently called her wolf’s name.Tovan moved through the chaos under t

Chapter 49 — The Luna Candidate Cannot SleepElder Corvin did not call an emergency assembly.That would have been an admission of weakness, a crack in the foundation he had spent decades cementing. Instead, he summoned the pack to the council hall for a “clarification of ritual disturbance.”His voice was smooth, practiced, and utterly devoid of doubt as he addressed the gathered wolves.Fen’s reaction during the previous public rite had not been a rejection of Cassia Ashford. It was, he explained, a response to unstable residue from an old Moon Rite. A wolfless girl had entered a sealed passage. A forbidden chamber had awakened. The Luna candidate had suffered the backlash, and the Alpha’s wolf had merely reacted to spiritual contamination.It was an ugly story.But it was simple.And in a pack desperate for order, simple lies traveled faster than complicated truths. The murmurs shifted from suspicion back to pitying disdain directed at Mira.Corvin had successfully bent the blame b