Todos los capítulos de Claimed By Four: The White Wolf Luna : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

POV: LunaWe are still catching our breath when the room turns cold.Aiden goes rigid under me. The scent of black tea and bergamot coming off him changes first; bitter, scorched at the edges. Then something older slips underneath it. Ink left too long in a sealed bottle.“She’s riding the echo,” he says. Voice low. “Get out.”I press both palms flat to his chest. The skin under my hands is freezing. “I’ve got you. Anchor to me. Find my heartbeat.”He tries. The Link shakes between us. I feel the thread move again.No. Not this time.White fire rises behind my ribs, and I slam the connection shut. The air cracks. Breath leaves my lungs. Aiden’s forehead drops against my shoulder. We stay like that, just breathing, until the room goes quiet again.“Severed,” I say. “She’s locked out.”“I left the door open.” His voice is rough. “I was thinking about the ridge. The ward pressure. I forgot.”I cup the back of his head. “You were carrying too much.” My fingers slide through damp silver ha

POV: JaceHer skin isn’t hot. It’s wrong-hot. The kind of heat that makes something deep in my gut tell me to run before my brain understands why."I don't care," I say. My throat burns around the words.Purple lines crawl beneath Luna's skin, branching from her collarbones toward her throat. Every few seconds, one pulses hard enough to make her whole body jerk.Aiden stares at his burned hands. For once, the frost around his fingers doesn't answer him. His jaw tightens."Jace, don't," he says. He doesn't sound like an Alpha giving an order. He sounds like my brother."If you touch her core while her Moonblood seal is this unstable, you'll shatter her.""Your frost is what's killing her, brother," I say, stepping into his space. "It's feeding the rot. The shadow doesn't fight the rot. It grounds it."For one second, I see the other possibility. I touch her wrong. Her Moonblood breaks. Aiden loses her. The pack loses Luna. And I become exactly what they always said I was.Then Luna mak

POV: LunaMark on spine burns. Not warms. Burns.Fingers slip on the patrol maps. I hit one knee. Can't breathe. The crescent on my palm flashes white.Aiden. Jace. Fear rushes through the bond at the same time, not ordinary fear, the kind that makes a wolf forget orders and run.Trap. They're trapped in that corridor."Hold on."My voice sounds small in the war room. I hate that. I force myself upright.Room's the same. Stone, table, half-burned candles, maps still spread. Except the door. First instinct is the standard Link Call. I reach for Aiden. Nothing. Jace. Static, half a heartbeat then gone. Third try, the wards swallow it whole.Someone built this corridor to reject outgoing links.Pulse climbing."Come on."The old Luna would have waited for someone stronger to come through that door. I'm not that girl anymore. It doesn't mean I'm not afraid. It means I've learned how to be afraid while moving.Palm over the crescent. There's another channel beneath the one I normally use.

POV: RavenThe sealed chamber under Aidion’s southern wall is quiet except for the scratch of my thumb on parchment. Torchlight makes one tight circle on the desk. Damp stone sits cold against my back. Above me the war room is empty. Zara will find the crow feather and the cold air I left her. I know that. I just cannot spare the feeling for what she will think of me. Draven’s orders sit in my hands. Written in his own hand. Not shadow-glass. Not a stolen frequency. Ink. Handwriting. Names. Forty-three of them. Children’s names. My eyes snag on one line: “Mira, age six, south kitchen run.” Six. The number sits wrong in my chest. My breath stalls halfway. Throat tightens. I get only half the air I need before my lungs catch up. Myrrh clings to my skin, the plum note gone sour under cold sweat. The parchment smells of oud and black saffron pressed deep by his fingers. The torch pops. Wax drips. I stay still. “Collar inversion at third bell,” I read out loud. My voice stays b

POV: LunaAiden’s blade sits a breath from her throat. Neither of them can seem to move.I catch it through the Link Call already stretched across every bonded wolf in the courtyard. Silver eyes. Blood on Raven’s lip. A smile that isn’t triumph. It’s relief.“Aiden.” I shove the word through the bond hard enough that it should hurt him. “AIDEN. Move.”Nothing comes back. Just static.I don’t get to stay with that image. The lower gates go.Wood turns to shrapnel. Iron screams as it splits. Through the gap pour three hundred bodies, knees bending wrong.“Gates!” someone shouts below. “GATES ARE DOWN!”Collared Omegas. Iron rings pulsing sick cobalt at every throat. Scorched metal and wet fur roll off them in waves, burnt sugar gone rancid underneath.My stomach drops where Aiden should be answering. I tell myself I’ll deal with him after the people below are safe. I push the grief down hard.“Off the wall, now!” My voice cracks over the courtyard. A guard near me doesn’t move fast enou