All Chapters of The Four Princes and The Rejected Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The Great Hall of Iron Mountain was completely quiet. Everyone stopped eating their roasted meat. The loud drums stopped playing. Everyone stared at Prince Kael.Seraphina sat next to Kael. Her hands were shaking. She felt a cold lump inside her stomach."Executed for high treason?" Seraphina whispered. Her dark eyes were wide with big fear. "Kael... Garrick wants to kill you!"Kael did not panic. His face was cold and hard like a mountain stone. He held the small paper tightly in his hand. The paper crumpled into a tight ball inside his big fist."Garrick is a coward," Kael said. His deep voice was very calm, but it was full of danger. "He knows he cannot defeat me in a fair fight. So he uses dirty lies while I am away from home."Lord Vane stood up from his big wooden chair. His white bear fur coat heavy on his giant shoulders. He slammed his huge fist onto the wooden table!BANG!"That dirty snake Garrick!" Lord Vane roared loudly. His voice shook the whole stone room. "He locks th

Kael pulled out the long parchment scroll from his inner coat pocket. The official Northern Trade Treaty, signed in dark black ink by giant Lord Vane himself."We will show the elders this signed contract," Kael said, his deep voice ringing with total confidence. "We will prove that we brought food and medicine back for the pack. We will show them that Garrick is a liar, a thief, and a traitor."Seraphina felt a strong rush of hope fill her chest. It was a bold, dangerous plan, but it was very smart. They would not fight a bloody war against their own people. They would destroy Garrick’s evil lies with pure, simple truth!"I am ready," Seraphina said in a firm, brave voice. She squeezed Kael's hand back tightly. "I will stand right beside you, Kael."Kael looked into her brave dark eyes. His heart swelled with so much deep love for her that he thought his broad chest might burst open. This small, gentle human girl had more courage than a hundred big wolf soldiers.He leaned down and p

"No..." Draven growled, his voice rising with sudden, fierce strength. "No! I will not allow it! Kael is my son! He is my blood! Even though Kael left to find his own path, and even though my body is failing me... I will never let that thief Garrick steal the throne that belongs to my boy!""My King, you cannot even stand up," Elder Thomas reminded him gently, putting a hand on the King's thin arm. "Garrick has the guards. He has the food. The elders have already voted.""I don't care about the votes!" Draven snapped, coughing again. He looked at Elder Thomas with eyes burning with old fire. "Find Kael. Send a fast rider through the mountains. Tell my son to come back home and fight for his birthright. I am still the King, and I will not let Garrick rule over my people!"Meanwhile, far up on the southern mountain road, Kael and his group were riding hard through the freezing mist.Kael sat tall on his big black warhorse. Seraphina sat safely in front of him, wrapped tightly inside his

The heavy, towering iron gates of the royal city stood wide open, their ancient hinges groaning slightly in the bitter morning wind. Kael did not lower his head, nor did he sneak through the alleys like a common thief or an exiled criminal. He walked straight through the main entrance with the proud, unbroken stride of the true master of these northern lands. There was no need to hide from anyone, and there was no need to crawl in the shadows to see his own father. He was the alpha prince, and every single soul in the city knew it.The common people of the pack, who had been huddled in their stone homes freezing and starving through the cruelest winter weeks, stopped in their tracks as Kael and Seraphina rode past. Behind them, a long, endless line of heavy wooden wagons rumbled heavily over the cobblestones, rolling deep into the city square. These wagons were loaded to the brim with fresh, golden grain, slabs of winter-cured meat, and precious bundles of healing mountain herbs. The

They stepped out of the royal sickroom, the heavy oak doors closing softly behind them, sealing in the smell of medicine and old parchment. Hand in hand, they began walking down the long, quiet stone corridor that led toward their own private royal chambers in the east wing.The torches mounted along the stone walls flickered and hissed, casting long, eerie, dancing shadows that stretched across the floor like crawling fingers.Suddenly, Kael stopped dead in his tracks.His entire body went completely rigid, like a statue carved out of solid granite. His chest stopped moving. Every muscle in his massive frame tensed. His hyper-sensitive alpha senses—his ears, his nose, his instincts—instantly picked up on something unnatural, wrong, and deeply dangerous hanging in the air.It was a dark, foul, disgusting smell. It wasn't the clean scent of the palace guards, nor was it the familiar scent of the pack members.It was the wild, rancid, metallic stench of rogue wolves.Without a single wo