Todos los capítulos de The Lycan King's Rejected Luna : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Three ancient, unbonded Draven do not fit quietly into a defensive stronghold built for keeping things like them out.That became clear almost right away, as Ronan's remaining warriors gave the massive creatures a wide, nervous berth while we made our way back through the gates, the three Draven trailing behind us with a loyalty none of us had asked for and none of us fully understood yet."This is going to require some explaining," Kane said, eyeing the creatures warily as they settled into the stronghold's outer courtyard like oversized, dangerous house cats."That's an understatement," Ronan muttered, though there was something almost bewildered and grudgingly fond in his face as he watched the largest Draven curl protectively closer to where I stood. "In three hundred years, no one's documented a Draven bonding freely. Every text I've ever studied assumed the bond required force. Dominance. Blood magic strong enough to override their will entirely.""Maybe that assumption was alwa

"Not working alone," Ronan repeated slowly, dangerously calm settling over his features in a way I'd learned to recognize as far more alarming than open anger. "Explain. Now."My father's hands, usually so steady and controlled, trembled slightly at his sides. "Twenty-six years ago, when I first took that loan from the Voss pack, I wasn't only dealing with them. There was another party involved in the original arrangement — quieter, more careful about staying hidden. I assumed, for years, they'd simply lost interest once the debt transferred fully to the Voss pack's control. I was wrong.""Who," I demanded."I don't know their full name. Only a title, whispered carefully, the kind you don't repeat unless you want unwanted attention." His voice dropped lower, as though even now, safely inside Ashgrave's fortified walls, saying it too loudly might summon something. "The Order of the Hollow Crown."Ronan went very still beside me. "That's not possible. The Hollow Crown was disbanded cen

Six days. That was what we had before the Hollow Crown expected me to walk willingly into whatever ceremony they'd built around my bloodline's history — and every hour of it felt shorter than the last."We need information before we need weapons," Ronan said, pacing the length of the war room while advisors and guards filtered in and out with reports that grew more unsettling by the hour. "If the Hollow Crown really is a splinter faction founded by disillusioned Lycans centuries ago, there has to be a record of it somewhere. My family wouldn't have erased something that significant without leaving some trace, even buried.""Unless the trace was erased deliberately," Selene said, flipping through a stack of ancient texts pulled from the stronghold's deepest archives, "which given everything else we've learned about how thoroughly your ancestors buried the Malakai bloodline's existence, seems entirely possible.""Then we look somewhere they wouldn't think to erase," I said, an idea form

"Move," Ronan barked, already striding toward the door, guards falling into formation around him before he'd even finished the word. "Full border alert. I want eyes on whoever's tracking her before they get anywhere near our walls."I ran to keep pace with him, heart hammering, my mother's letter still clutched tight in one hand. "If she's really being chased, if this isn't a trap. "Then we bring her in fast and figure out the rest afterward," Ronan said grimly. "Either way, we can't leave a woman claiming to be your mother stranded at the border while we debate motives."We reached the northern gate as the first grey light of evening began settling over the tree line, guards already stationed along the wall, tension thick enough to taste. In the distance, a lone figure moved quickly through the trees, dark cloak whipping behind her, and even from this distance, something in the shape of her, the way she moved, struck a chord of recognition so sharp it nearly stole my breath."That's

"That's not possible," Ronan said, staring at the location my mother had marked on the map, something between disbelief and old, buried grief crossing his face. "The original capital was destroyed, burned, buried, erased from every record my family kept after the war that created your bloodline's curse. I've spent my entire reign believing it no longer existed at all.""Erased from record isn't the same as destroyed," my mother said quietly. "The Hollow Crown's founders knew that better than anyone, Ronan. They preserved the location deliberately, generations ago, precisely because they understood one day they might need access to the same nexus point that made the original founding rites possible in the first place.""How do you know all this?" I asked. "If this history was buried this thoroughly, how does a family living quietly on the fringes of pack politics end up knowing more about Lycan history than the Lycan throne itself?"My mother's face turned complicated, old grief and