Todos los capítulos de The Substitute Luna’s Revenge: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Jace’s POVI was on my knees beside the ruined basket before I fully decided to move, grain sifting black through my fingers like it had never been anything but ash.“That’s not rot,” someone murmured behind me. “Rot takes days and weeks.”“I’ve farmed this land for thirty years,” an elder said, voice tight. “I’ve never seen a healthy harvest die in seconds.”“Inspect the eastern fields immediately,” another pressed. “Before this spreads to..”“Enough.” I stood, brushing the dust from my hands, and let my voice carry the way it needed to across a room already teetering toward panic. “No one assumes anything is supernatural until we know what we’re dealing with. Clear this basket. The banquet continues.”Most obeyed. The music resumed, the guests returned to their conversations, but the warmth had already drained out of the room, replaced by something brittle underneath every smile. I caught Jenna watching me from across the hall, her brow creased with what looked like genuine concer

Kenna’s POVThe mist swallowed the path almost as soon as I left the estate walls, thick enough that I had to trust my feet more than my eyes. I kept my hood low and my steps quiet, the note’s ashes still fresh in my memory even though I’d burned the paper hours ago.This could be a trap, I told myself with every step. This could be exactly what it looks like.I kept walking anyway. I’d spent twenty-three years collecting nothing but scraps about my mother, a locked chest, a forbidden name, silence dressed up as kindness. I wasn’t about to turn back now, not when I’d finally gotten this close.Nearly an hour passed before the chapel came into view through the trees, half-collapsed and covered in vines, its broken windows letting pale morning light spill weakly across the floor inside. I stepped through the doorway and called out, soft enough not to carry far.“Hello?”Nothing answered but my own voice, echoing faintly off stone.I moved carefully through the ruined nave, noticing thin

Kenna’s POVWord of the sick pup had already spread through every corner of the estate before I’d even finished dressing. I could feel it the moment I stepped into the hall, servants moving faster than usual, voices dropping the second I passed, even the guards at their posts looking distracted enough to miss a greeting they’d never once forgotten before.“I’d like to help with the relief supplies,” I told Elaine when I found her in the sitting room, already surrounded by lists and baskets waiting to be filled.She gave a short nod, barely glancing up. “Fine. Jenna will lead the team.”I said nothing. I simply joined the servants loading the wagons, tying down baskets of herbs and blankets while Jenna climbed into the lead cart, already composed, already ready to be exactly what the village needed her to be.The village felt different the moment we arrived. Mothers kept their children close against their skirts. Every conversation I passed circled back to the same fear, spoken in diff

Kenna’s POVThe morning felt heavier than any that had come before it, though no one had said a single word to my face.I noticed it in the small things. A maid who used to greet me warmly simply bowed and hurried off before I could return the gesture. Two servants folding linens near the stairs fell silent the moment I passed, resuming their conversation only once I’d turned the corner. Nothing anyone could point to directly. Just distance, growing a little wider every day.I threw myself into work instead of dwelling on it, helping prepare meals for the returning farm workers, gathering supplies the healers had requested for the northern villages. Keeping my hands busy has always been easier than sitting still with my thoughts.Crossing the courtyard with a basket of linens, I noticed two mothers pull their children a little closer as I passed, the motion small and instinctive, barely anything at all.It still landed harder than any of the whispers had.Jenna arrived not long after

Jace’s POV“Tell me everything,” I said, and the messenger straightened, the courtyard around us falling quiet enough that his voice carried further than he probably wanted.“Guardian Elric failed to report once the temple was sealed, Alpha. A search of the grounds turned up nothing except his cloak, abandoned near the western trail.”“Abandoned, or discarded?”“I couldn’t say for certain.”That was enough to answer. “Callum. Gather a tracking party. We rode to the temple now.”By the time we arrived, Roland and the Moon Priest were already waiting outside the sanctuary, the remaining guardians assembled in two uneasy rows, their faces tight with a fear they weren’t bothering to hide well.I questioned them one at a time, hunting for any inconsistency, any detail that didn’t match the last man’s account. I found none. Every guardian described Elric the same way, faithful, quiet, dependable, a man who’d served the temple for years without a single complaint against him.“No signs he wa