Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Forgotten Luna: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

News of the engagement spread through both packs within days, greeted with considerably more warmth at Silverpeak than the cautious, hopeful murmur it produced at Ashgrove, though even there, Wren noted, the reaction carried none of the old coldness that had once defined her time as their Luna. "A wedding," Ezra said, settling into the family sitting room with the particular weariness of a man bracing for chaos he could already see coming. "You do realize this means Cassian is going to insist on planning at least three separate celebrations, don't you." "Four," Cassian corrected primly from the window seat, already sketching what appeared to be elaborate seating arrangements on a scrap of parchment. "One for family, one for Silverpeak, one for Ashgrove, and one purely for the children, because I refuse to let this wedding be something they simply attend rather than genuinely celebrate." "You've clearly already decided th

They caught the trail again just past midnight, moonlight bright enough across the exposed hill country to make tracking easier despite the late hour. Wren ran at the front of the combined pack, her silver wolf form moving fast and sure across terrain her senses had grown increasingly attuned to over the long pursuit, Kane's dark shape matching her stride on one side, Ronan's steady presence on the other. They found Serena and Tobias in a narrow ravine, backed against a dead end of sheer rock face, clearly having miscalculated the terrain in their haste to outrun pursuit they'd apparently believed slower than it proved to be. The combined pack fanned out around the ravine's entrance, wolves and shifted warriors alike forming a careful, complete perimeter that left no obvious avenue of escape. Wren shifted back to human form at the ravine's mouth, Kane beside her, both of them watching as Serena and Tobias realized, with visible dawning horro

They took eight days for themselves after the wedding, a small cabin near Silverpeak's northern lake that Magnus had once used as a hunting retreat and now offered without hesitation as a wedding gift, insisting the newlyweds deserved at least a brief stretch of ordinary, uncomplicated happiness before the practical work of building a shared life began in earnest. Wren had forgotten, in the years of careful vigilance and hard-won responsibility, what it felt like to simply exist without some looming duty pressing at the edges of her attention. She spent mornings swimming in the cold, clear lake in her wolf form, Kane's dark shape moving alongside her through the water with an ease that still occasionally startled her — evidence of a man who had, somewhere in the past year, genuinely relaxed into the possibility of happiness rather than treating it as something perpetually at risk of being taken away again. "I keep waiting for something

Not everyone at Ashgrove had embraced the changes as readily as Greta and the festival crowd's warmth might have suggested. Wren first noticed it during a formal council session she'd been invited to attend, several weeks after the harvest festival, when the matter of long-term succession planning finally came before Ashgrove's assembled elders for serious discussion. Most of the council had grown accustomed, over the preceding year, to treating Wren's presence and the children's eventual claims as simple, settled fact. But one family, seated near the chamber's edge, maintained a carefully polite distance that Wren recognized immediately as something more calculated than simple reserve. "The Draven family," Kane murmured to her quietly, following her gaze. "Old Ashgrove bloodline, related distantly to my own line through my grandmother's side. They've never caused open trouble, but I've noticed their support has grown noticeably thinner sinc

Elder Draven's visit to Silverpeak arrived unannounced on a cold, clear morning in early spring, framed as a simple courtesy call to discuss ongoing trade coordination between the two territories, though Wren recognized the careful, deliberate timing the moment Ronan informed her of the visitor's arrival. "He's chosen a day when Kane is at Ashgrove," she said, already anticipating the conversation ahead. "Convenient, if he intends to speak with me alone about something he'd prefer my husband not weigh in on directly." "Shall I sit in?" Ronan asked, already prepared to do exactly that regardless of her answer. "Please," Wren said. "Quietly, though. I want to see what he actually intends before either of us shows our hand." Draven greeted her with the same polished, careful courtesy he'd displayed during the council session months earlier, settling into Silverpeak's formal receiving room with the comfo