Todos los capítulos de The Substitute Luna’s Revenge: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Kenna’s POVI was awake before sunrise, gathering whatever supplies could be spared, food, medicine, cloth, anything the affected families might need while they salvaged what remained.“They might not welcome you,” Elaine warned, watching me pack the last of the baskets. “After the garden. After everything the servants have been saying.”“I’m not going to abandon people who are suffering because some of them blame me for their bad luck.” I tied off the final basket. “If I let that stop me, I might as well let them decide who I am.”She didn’t argue further, though I caught the worry, still creasing her expression as I left with a small group of servants and guards, the wagon loaded heavier than usual.The damage was worse than I’d expected. Entire sections of farmland lay ruined, crops that should have been weeks from harvest now blackened and useless in the dirt. Farmers stood at the edges of their fields in a kind of silence I recognized, the particular stillness of people watching

Kenna’s POVI noticed it within days of the harvest trip. Jace was still kind, still stepped between me and every hostile whisper the pack threw my way, but something underneath it had changed. He spent longer hours in his study now, doors closed. He met privately with warriors, with council members, conversations that stopped the moment I entered a room instead of continuing the way they used to.“Is everything all right?” I asked him once, catching him in the corridor as he moved between meetings.“Fine,” he said, already distracted, already moving past me before I’d finished the question.It wasn’t unkindness. It was worse than that, it was far away, and I didn’t understand where it had come from.I didn’t know he’d found proof the disasters predated me. I didn’t know any of it. All I knew was that the man who’d laughed at my flowers beside a stream, who’d defended me in front of a garden full of accusing servants, now seemed to be somewhere else entirely whenever I looked at him.

Kenna’s POVThe whole pack was already on edge before the moon even rose, the grain store collapsed and Jenna’s supposed warning was still fresh enough that fear hung over the estate like something you could touch.“They’re frightened of shadows now,” Elaine said, helping me settle blankets around the youngest of the children gathering in the main house. “Every strange sound gets tied to a curse before anyone bothers looking for an ordinary cause.”“I understand why,” I said. “I just wish it didn’t always seem to circle back to me.”“Jace won’t let anyone harm you.” She said it firmly, like she needed me to believe it as much as she needed to say it.“I’m not afraid of that.” I folded another blanket, needing something to do with my hands. “I can bear people disliking me. I’ve had practice. What frightens me is one more disaster turning that dislike into something worse.”“You’ve already proven who you are,” Elaine said. “Through everything they’ve thrown at you, you kept helping peop

Kenna’s POVI couldn’t outrun it anymore. Everywhere I turned, the same conversations trailed after me, the failed harvest, the withered garden, the wolves losing control, Jenna’s dreams that had somehow predicted every disaster before it happened. Nobody said my name to my face most of the time. They didn’t have to. I felt it in the way rooms went quiet when I entered, in the way eyes followed me and then quickly looked away.I kept working anyway, helping the healers, checking on the children, staying busy at Elaine’s side. I told myself that if I just kept moving, none of it would catch up to me.It caught up to me anyway.“You’ve barely said a word all morning,” Elaine said, pulling me aside once the kitchen had emptied. “Sit.”“I’m just tired.”“Kenna.” She said my name the way she used to when I was small, firm but not unkind. “Stop telling me you’re fine.”I opened my mouth to insist again, and something in me simply gave out instead. “I’m exhausted,” I admitted, my voice crac

Jace’s POVI found the drawing by accident, left on her desk while she’d stepped out to help with the evening meal. I hadn’t meant to look at it. But the shape caught my eye the moment I passed, and something about it stopped me cold.I recognized it. I couldn’t place where from, not immediately, but the recognition sat there anyway, stubborn and certain.I studied it without touching the paper, comparing the curves against every marking I could remember from the archives,  the tree carving near the temple, the relic that had gone missing, the crest stitched into that dying guardian’s cloak. Close, maybe. Not quite the same arrangement.Kenna returned before I’d finished looking, and I straightened quickly, though not quickly enough to hide what I’d been doing.“You found it,” she said, more resigned than surprised.“I wasn’t searching for anything. It was on the desk.&rd