Todos los capítulos de Claimed By Four: The White Wolf Luna : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

POV: LunaKai's hand locks around my wrist, bronze and unbreakable. Before I can draw breath to speak, shadow magic surges from his free hand and slams the iron deadbolt home. The clang echoes through the blue ice sanctum."Kai... stop." My heart hammers against my ribs. My skin still buzzes from the healing. "The rot is gone. You're safe now."He doesn't let go. He steps into me, close enough that I feel the heat rolling off his bare chest, smell the mountain rain on his skin. His voice drops to a low rasp that rattles my teeth."The rot is gone, little Queen. But the Aixbloom didn't just purge the venom from my blood. It burned away the chains I've kept on my beast. It woke up everything I've been starving."Outside, the door shudders. Aiden's frost spiders through the cracks in the wood. Jace's fists hammer the frame hard enough to score stone."Kai! Open this door before I freeze the hinges to dust!" Aiden's voice is raw, muffled."He's in heat!" Jace snarls. "Luna, tell us to bre

POV: LunaThe Grand Inquisitor's golden scroll hovers between us. Bronze gates slam shut at my back. Fifty temple guards block the exit, spear points shifting, aiming down.I don't reach for a weapon."By the blood of the Lunissa dynasty and the pacts of this neutral citadel," I say. My voice comes out steady even though my knees aren't. "I invoke the Rite of Neutrality. We do not burn on your steps, Inquisitor. We stand in your hall."The words hang in the cold air. One of the merchant lords on the wall actually stops breathing. The guards hesitate; just a flicker, but I catch it.The Inquisitor's lips press thin. I've trapped him. The Rite is older than his temple, older than the Luxlyric, and we both know it."The Rite grants you a hearing." He spits the next word like it's sour on his tongue. "Abomination. Not your life. Walk."He turns. The guards part just enough.Marble floors stretch out, polished white and smelling of heavy incense. Underneath the spice, though, lingers the s

POV: LunaThe scroll hits the table with a sound like a door slamming.I watch them read it. My hands are still bleeding from the mirror. Little red crescents on the wax where my fingers touched it. I should bandage them. I know I should. But I can't seem to make myself care about cuts right now.Jace finishes first. The marble cracks under his boots before he even speaks, his black wolf aura blowing outward like a furnace door swinging open."I'll tear that temple down. Stone. By stone. Let them try…""Violence is a blunt instrument." Aiden still hasn't looked up from the scroll. His voice is too even. The kind of even that means he's already ten moves ahead and doesn't like what he sees. "The Avatar clause cuts both ways. If she's divine, the Inquisitor can't touch her without committing heresy himself.""So we do nothing?""I didn't say nothing.""Then say what you mean.""I mean we outmaneuver them.""When?""Before the blades come out."The temperature drops. Not metaphorically.

POV: LunaThe fire seals behind us with a sound like water hitting a hot pan. The heat slams into my back and then it's just us. Jace. Me. Raven. And Rafe, standing there in his clean white robes, smiling."You look tired, Avatar." His voice is mild. Like he's offering me a chair. "Sit. This doesn't have to be ugly."The way he says it makes my skin crawl. I can't feel Aiden. Can't feel Orion or Kai. Just nothing where they used to be.Raven steps closer. The artifact pulses in her hands, and she doesn't even glance at me. Her eyes are on Jace. Just him. She says his name like it hurts."Jace. Look at me." Her voice shakes. "You bled for me in Jathorne. You carried me three miles with a shattered leg. You don't owe this girl your soul. You barely know her."He doesn't look at her. He looks at me. "I know enough.""You don't." Her voice cracks. "You're just warm because the bond says so. That's not real. That's not…"Jace's jaw twitches. Half a second. He remembers those three miles. I

POV: LunaThe fourth shape opens its eyes.Red. Not glowing or anything. Just red, like old blood, like the last ember in a fire that's been out for a long time. My fingers are two inches from the crown and I can't pull them back. I don't want to."Don't." Jace's hand tightens on my waist. "Don't touch it.""It's looking at me." My voice comes out weird. Quiet. "Not at us. At me.""Then we walk. Right now. We walk away."I shake my head. My hand keeps reaching, like something's got a string tied to my wrist. "It knows me. Whatever's in there. I think it's been waiting."He steps in front of me anyway. Shoulders blocking my view. His hand on my hip. He's still warm from the bond, still breathing a little hard. But his jaw is set."You just pulled me back from the edge. You don't get to throw yourself into this.""It doesn't feel like fire." I look past him at the crown. The crystals on the walls are beating in time with my heart. "It feels like a door. One that was built for my hand."