Lahat ng Kabanata ng Moon Goddess, I Choose a New Fate: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 36

KATNISSThe Ironmine sector didn't smell like polished marble or expensive cognac; it smelled like wet earth, crushed limestone, and enough raw, unbridled hostility to choke a lesser wolf.The regional council hall in the heart of the rugged Silverwood-Ironmine border was a cavernous stone fortress, cold and drafty despite the roaring hearth at the center of the room.On the left side of the heavy oak table sat Lord Vane of the Ironmine faction—a hulking, scarred warrior whose thick arms were crossed over a leather harness. On the right sat Lady Marcella of the Silverwood timber territory, her posture rigid, her sharp eyes glaring across the table like she wanted to tear Vane’s throat out with her bare teeth."This is fucking ridiculous!" Vane slammed a calloused, heavy fist onto the oak table, making the iron oil lamps rattle. "The ancient Blackthorn Decree of the Four Peaks clearly states that all mineral transport crossing through the Silverwood pass incurs a forty percent infrastr

KATNISSI had seen Hassan Blackthorn execute rogue commanders and silence hostile elders with a single look, but watching him get ruthlessly roasted over a platter of roasted venison was a sight I hadn't prepared for.The private dining room in the east wing of the estate was warm, lit by a roaring hearth and low crystal lanterns. The massive oak table was piled high with spiced meats, roasted root vegetables, and heavy decanters of dark red wine.It was the first time since the wedding that we weren't surrounding ourselves with tactical maps or hostile council members."I'm just saying, Boss," Kael drawled, leaning back in his chair with a heavy glass of scotch in his hand, "the last time you tried to cook during the mountain campaign, you burned the field rations so badly that three third-tier warriors tried to use the bread as armor plating.""The stove was defective," Hassan replied flatly, cutting his venison with surgical precision, his dark gray eyes flicking toward his Beta wi

HASSANKatniss was still standing on the eastern balcony of the command wing, her sharp profile silhouetted against the morning haze, looking every bit like the queen this pack didn't know it desperately needed.I watched her through the tinted glass of my private office, my fingers tightening around the crystal whiskey tumbler I hadn't even bothered to sip from.She thought yesterday’s council victory was just a clean strategic win—a quick political leverage play to keep Selene and Haddon from choking out her relief initiative. She had no fucking clue what she had actually done to the room.She hadn't just secured food for the widows or medical supplies for the border guards. She had broken the spine of the oldest conservative bloc in Blackthorn territory without swinging a single blade.She isn't just surviving here anymore, I thought, a strange, possessive heat blooming deep in my chest. She belongs beside me. She’s held that space since the second she took my ring.The heavy doubl