All Chapters of Three Fates, One Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The smell of stone and the cold crisp air told me immediately where I was, Ironfang.The first thing I noticed was the silence.No forge.No hammer.No fire roaring against stone.Just the faint crackle of dying embers somewhere behind me.I opened my eyes.Dark stone walls.A long wooden table with the Ironfang crest engraved in the middle.Maps pinned across one side of the room.Realization hit me, this was Ironfang's council chamber.Kael paced behind the long table, in front of the fireplace. Slowly.Back and forth.Back and forth.His hands were clasped behind his back, his shoulders rigid beneath a dark shirt. His collar had been loosened, and his sleeves were rolled above his forearms.He looked like a man trying very hard not to break something.I watched him complete another turn."You're going to wear a path into the floor."He stopped.Turned.For one heartbeat, his expression didn't change.Then he saw me.Something flickered across his face.Relief?Followed almost inst

Darian sat beneath the old oak tree in the courtyard, a block of cedar resting in one hand while a small carving knife moved through the wood with practiced precision. Curled shavings covered the ground around his boots, carrying the warm scent of fresh cedar into the afternoon air.A little girl—no older than six—sat cross-legged a few feet away, watching him with remarkable patience."...Is it done yet?" she asked for what was clearly not the first time."Almost.""You said that five minutes ago.""I also said carving takes patience."She sighed dramatically."I've been patient."He smiled without looking up."You've been loudly patient."I couldn't help smiling as I crossed the courtyard.The wolf taking shape beneath his hands was beautiful. Every careful stroke revealed another detail—pointed ears, thick fur around the neck, a bushy tail curled around its paws. It looked ready to leap from his palm.The little girl noticed me first."Hi, Lyra!""Hi."I stopped beside them just as

The garden smelled of damp earth and lavender.I looked down.My hands were covered in dirt."...Of course."I looked across the garden.Riven knelt beside a freshly turned patch of soil, sleeves rolled to his elbows, dark hair falling messily across his forehead as he carefully separated the tangled roots of a small herb.The position pulled his shirt tight across his shoulders, and every movement made the muscles in his forearms shift beneath tanned skin. A thin scar disappeared beneath one rolled sleeve, joining several smaller ones scattered across his hands.For someone known as the Butcher of Hollow Ridge, he had absolutely no business looking that good while planting rosemary.I stared a second too long.Riven glanced up."Problem?""No."One dark eyebrow lifted."You were staring.""I was observing.""Of course."I cleared my throat and looked pointedly at the garden."Do you ever just appear somewhere normal in these dreams?"Riven glanced up."We're planting herbs.""Exactly

I woke with Riven's warning still echoing in my head.There's something they aren't telling you about the Mate Ceremony.I stared at the ceiling.Be careful, Lyra."Well, that's not ominous at all."Jack lifted his head from the corner."Don't."One ear twitched."I know it was a dream."He stared at me.Except dreams weren't supposed to tell me things I didn't already know.Riven Veyr had been twelve at Hollow Ridge.No one had ever told me that.By the time I dressed, I knew exactly where I was going.The archives were becoming dangerously familiar.By midday, books covered half the table.Every account of Hollow Ridge said the same thing.Riven Veyr lost control of his wolf.Multiple wolves were killed.Alpha Corvin Veyr and Alpha Garran of Ironfang died attempting to contain him.Riven was exiled.Nothing about his sister.Nothing about the Elders.Nothing about why anyone had been at Hollow Ridge in the first place.Then I found it.Hollow Ridge Incident — Survivor Statements.Ex

Talia was going to kill me.I knew this because she'd told me three times."If you stab me before the festival, you're going to ruin the dress.""I know.""Then stop looking at me like that.""I'm deciding whether it's worth it."I smiled at her reflection in the mirror."It isn't.""Debatable."She sat in front of me while I worked the last pin into her hair.We'd compromised.Mostly.Talia had refused anything elaborate, so I'd twisted the front sections of her hair back, leaving the rest loose.She studied herself suspiciously in the mirror."It looks..."I waited."Acceptable."I grinned. "You like it.""Don't ruin this."At least I'd won on the shoes. Soft black flats instead of patrol boots."I can run in these," she informed me."Of course you can.""And fight.""You're going to a festival, Talia. Not war.""Historically, festivals are excellent places for ambushes."I stared at her."You're exhausting.""So I've been told.""Now help me with this."I turned around.Talia faste