Todos los capítulos de The Rejected Luna's Bloodline : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

The moon hung low and red over Blackthorn Pack territory, staining the clearing the color of old wounds.Seraphina Vale stood at the outermost edge of the circle, barefoot in the packed dirt. Torches burned on tall iron stands. Wolves filled the space between the trees, high-ranked in leather and silk, lower ranks in simpler clothes, all facing the raised stone platform at the center. The air smelled of smoke, pine, and the sharp metallic scent of excited wolves.Sera had stood at gatherings like this her whole life. Always a few steps back from the center. Always close enough to hear everything and far enough to matter to no one. Tonight she had let herself hope, just a little, that it might finally be different.Kael Draven stood on the platform, broad-shouldered, dark hair pulled back, storm-gray eyes moving slowly across his pack. Isolde Kane stood at his right side in a white dress that caught every flicker of torchlight, her hand already resting on his forearm as though she had

Sera placed her hand in his.The man pulled her to her feet in one clean motion, his grip firm, gloved fingers locking around hers. He turned into the darker trees at a steady pace, drawing her with him while alarm howls rose higher and closer behind them.Branches snapped under heavy paws. Voices shouted orders through the forest.He did not run, choosing instead paths that stayed in the deepest shadow. Sera kept pace beside him, her bare feet silent on the pine needles. The red moon broke through the canopy in thin shards of light. The scent of blood from the hollow still clung to the air.A large gray wolf burst from the undergrowth to their left, teeth bared. The man released Sera’s hand for half a second. His arm moved once, a black blade appearing in his grip and leaving it just as fast. The wolf dropped mid-leap and did not rise. He took her hand again without looking back, as though killing were no more remarkable to him than breathing.More howls answered the kill. The pack w

The heavy bolt slid into place with a solid click. She stepped back as the sounds of the attack rolled through the estate in waves outside the room. Automatic gunfire cracked in short bursts. Wolves snarled. Men shouted orders. Another explosion shook the floor hard enough to rattle the lamp on the side table.She moved to the tall windows and pulled one curtain aside a fraction. From the upper floor she could see part of the front grounds: floodlights had snapped on across the lawn, black-clad figures moving in tight formations behind low stone walls, and beyond the iron gates a larger mass of wolves pressing forward. Muzzle flashes lit the dark in bright white streaks.A body in Blackthorn leather fell near the gate and did not rise.Sera let the curtain fall back into place.The gunfire grew louder, closer. Footsteps pounded down the hallway outside her door. Someone shouted Lucian’s name. Another voice answered with a string of sharp commands. The fight had moved inside the main b

Lucian returned with a folder under one arm and two cups of something hot that smelled of bitter herbs.Sera had not slept, though she had lain still with her eyes closed long enough to lose track of the hours. She sat up as he entered, accepting the cup without asking what was in it. The liquid was strong and earthy. Heat spread through her chest after the first swallow.“Blackthorn pulled back to their border at dawn,” Lucian said, taking the chair across from the cot. “They will regroup. It buys us a day, maybe two.”“And then?”“And then we are not here when they come back.”He set the folder on the table between them but did not open it yet. Sera watched his hands. They were steady, the same hands that had cut the rope from her wrists and later examined the burns Isolde’s men had left.“Your bloodline is called the silver line,” he said. “It has not surfaced in a confirmed carrier in six generations. Most packs believe it died out entirely. I did not believe that.”“How did you k