Todos los capítulos de Cursed Bonds:The Wolflees Luna's Redemption : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

Chloe's POVThe council chamber smelled of cedar smoke and old blood, and I had stood in it a hundred times without noticing until today.Three years as Luna of the Silverpine Pack. Three years of settling disputes over grazing rights and grain stores, of sitting at my uncle's right hand while he decided which families ate through the winter. I had learned every stone in this room. Tonight it felt like somewhere I had never been.Twelve elders ringed the carved circle, and every one of them had eaten at my table."Chloe Moonwhisper." Alpha Gareth's voice filled the chamber the way it always did, unhurried, certain, a man who had never in his life needed to raise it. My uncle. My mother's brother. The one who took me in at nine years old when the fever took both my parents in the same week. "You stand accused of the gravest failure a Luna can commit."My throat closed. I had rehearsed this. Every word of my defence, lying awake for a week while the summons sat unopened on the table by

Theron's POVI had been looking for her for eleven years.Not her, precisely. I did not know her face or her name or that she would be lying between two rocks in the borderlands with frost in her hair. I knew only what I needed. A Luna with no wolf in her. Empty enough to hold the moon.Eleven years of chasing rumours that led nowhere.And here she was, three hours' walk from my own border, dying quietly and doing a competent job of it.I crouched at the mouth of the boulders, shadow moving with me the way it always did.The guardians had not attacked. That was the first thing that troubled me. They had stood aside as I came through the trees, forty of them, made of smoke and older than my bloodline, and they had *let me pass*, and nothing in three hundred years of Shadowborn history says the moon's guardians make way for the cursed.The second thing that troubled me was the sigil on her wrist.I turned her arm over. Silver, burned deep, still glowing that sick green at the edges. Wol

Chloe's POVI did not give Theron an answer that night, and by morning I had decided I was not going to give him one until I understood what I would be agreeing to.Which is how I ended up in the archive at an hour when only servants and insomniacs are awake, being told no by a man who was too polite to say it."The lower shelves are open to you," Marcus said. "Anything above the second gallery requires the King's word.""He carried me across a border. I assume that counts for something.""It counts for a great deal. It does not count as the King's word." He did not move from where he was standing, which happened to be between me and the stairs. "Lady Chloe. You have been on your feet for a day and a half.""And in that day and a half I have been asked to hand over my body and my blood to a curse nobody will describe to me in plain language." I let that sit. "You keep the histories. I am asking the man who keeps the histories for a history."Something worked behind his face. He was, I

Chloe's POVHe came to my room three nights later, and he knocked, which I had not expected."You can come in," I said.He did not, at first. He stood in the doorway with his shoulder against the frame and looked at me for a while."Marcus says the third mark is ready to go," he said. "He says the attunement work has taken us as far as it can. After this it needs the rest of it.""I know what it needs.""I want to hear you say it anyway."I put down the book I had not been reading. "You want to sleep with me.""I want you to decide whether I do." He came in and shut the door. "Those are not the same thing and I would like us to keep them separate for as long as we possibly can.""You have said something like that before.""I will keep saying it." He sat down on the end of the bed, which put him further from me than he needed to be, and I understood that was deliberate. "There is no part of this I am comfortable with. I am asking a woman who has lost everything to give me one more thin