All Chapters of The Rejected Luna's Arcane Vengeance : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Sierra's POV)The silver light glowing from the ironwood dummy washed over the stone armory in quiet, steady waves.I stood frozen in place, my hands still wrapped tightly around the hilt of the training sword. The frantic crimson sparks under my skin had settled into a soft, warm pulse, as if my magic had finally found something familiar to hold onto.Cassian stepped around me, his long strides cautious as he approached the glowing wood. He reached out with two fingers, lightly brushing the carved lines. The silver light pulsed gently under his touch, warm and welcoming, before slowly fading back into the deep grain of the ancient trunk."Cassian?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper in the quiet room. "What is that mark? Why did my magic do that?"Cassian turned back to me, his silver eyes wide with an emotion I had never seen on his face before—reverence."That isn't rogue magic, Sierra," Cassian said, his voice deep and solemn. "That crest belongs to the Arcane Bloodline. Th

The wind on the high plateau of Aethelgard was cold, sharp, and biting. I pulled my heavy leather coat tight around my chest as our horses came to a stop near the edge of the ancient stone circle.In the center of the open field stood the three massive black pillars. The air around them hummed with a heavy, unnatural pulse. As soon as Cassian stepped off his black warhorse and took his first step onto the dark stone ground, his tall body stiffened slightly.I felt a sudden, strange shift through our mate bond. The deep, roaring presence of his Alpha beast suddenly vanished, completely cut off by the power of the nullification stones. His supernatural speed, enhanced strength, and rapid healing were gone. For the first time since I met him, Cassian was standing before the world as a normal, mortal man.On the other side of the stone ring, Alpha Logan stepped forward. He wore light steel armor over his chest, his dark eyes full of arrogant confidence. Behind him, Beta Brandon and thirty

(Sierra's POV)The cold wind blew hard across the high plateau of Aethelgard, carrying the bitter scent of dark ash and old stone.As the ancient silver light from the black monoliths faded into the ground, a low hush fell over the entire field. Logan lay on his hands and knees in the dirt, panting heavily, his forbidden dark magic completely destroyed.Before Mediator Corvin could speak another word, the heavy silk curtains of the main Bloodmoon tent pulled open. A tall, beautiful woman stepped out onto the open grass, her long velvet dress sweeping smoothly over the stones.Lady Sarah.The moment my eyes landed on her face, my chest squeezed so tight I forgot how to breathe.It was a sharp, terrible sting right to my heart. Sarah had been my best friend since we were little girls. We used to share every secret, braid each other's hair, and laugh about the future under the old oak trees in the forest. But on my eighteenth birthday, she had torn my entire life apart. She had whispered

(Cassian's POV)The scent of dry cedar and sweet jasmine filled my private room as the fire roared in the large stone hearth. Out in the courtyard, the pack had finally gone quiet. I shut the heavy wooden door and turned around to look at Sierra.She stood near the edge of the sheepskin rug. Her hands were shaking badly as she tried to unbutton her riding sleeves. Sarah’s threat was sitting on the table, but I could tell that was not what was scaring her."Sierra," I said softly, stepping closer. "You are shaking. Talk to me.""I can't stop thinking about Aethelgard," she burst out, her voice loud and frantic. She started pacing back and forth, waving her hands in the air. "You were standing there with no armor! Logan had a raw blade, and when that dirty red magic hit your chest, I thought—I thought I was going to watch you die! I just got you, Cassian! What if he sliced your throat? What if you never woke up? I can't do this if you're going to throw your life away like that, I can't—

(Sierra's POV)The air at the outer courtyard was freezing cold. Thick gray fog rolled off the mountain crags, wrapping around the dark iron bars of the main drawbridge.Cassian walked ahead of us, his heavy boots crunching against the frosty gravel. Eli moved right at his flank, his sword already drawn. I walked close behind them, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs.On our side of the gate, dozens of Syndicate warriors stood in tight formation. Their shields were locked together, their spears pointed outward through the iron grates.On the other side of the bridge, a massive army was gathered in the fog. Red banners fluttered in the cold wind, bearing the mark of the Red Fang Pack. Standing right at the center of the bridge, completely unbothered by the armed guards, was Lady Sarah.She wore a rich, fur-trimmed coat over shiny silver armor. Her blonde hair was pinned up perfectly, not a single strand out of place. Beside her stood Alpha Hector—a tall, scarred man