Todos os capítulos de The Luna’s Faith: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Olivia's POVThe next wave of whispers left the palace before dawn, carried by the same quiet network that had already planted the first seeds of Vanessa's unease.I stood in the sitting room with Dorian and Cassian while we agreed on the final wording. No elaborate story. No claims that could easily be disproven. Just three linked facts, dropped into carefully chosen ears across the capital and along the eastern roads:The Celestial Wolf lives. She has reclaimed the full strength of her bloodline's gift. And she remembers every face that stood silent while she was left to die in silver.Cassian read the finished lines once more, then nodded. "This will spread faster than the earlier rumors. The court already saw you at the ball and in the hallway. Putting a name and a lineage to the woman who survived removes the last comfortable doubt Vanessa's been hiding behind.""That's the point," I said. "Doubt protects her. Clarity forces her to act."Dorian stayed quiet while we worked out th

Olivia's POVThe invitation was never meant to be a real request for someone to show up.I sat at the writing desk in the sitting room with a single sheet of heavy royal paper in front of me, and the old Black Dynasty seal resting beside the wax warmer. The formal autumn court gathering was only days away — a big enough event that every major pack would send representatives, big enough that a carefully worded message could travel farther and hit harder than any quiet rumor. Vanessa wouldn't come. We both knew that. Cyrus couldn't come; the elders of the Black Dynasty pack still kept him locked up. This invitation had a different purpose.It was a mirror.I wrote in a clean, formal hand, using the exact language of royal protocol, but letting every line carry a second meaning underneath:The Alpha King and the restored Celestial Wolf request the presence of all allied and connected packs at the formal autumn court. Matters of lineage, covenant, and unresolved harm will be addressed und

Olivia's POVThe great doors of the formal hall swung open on a wave of light, music, and the low, shared gasp that follows sudden recognition.I stepped through on Dorian's arm, the silver and black gown moving cleanly around me, the Blackwater circlet resting against my hair like a decision already made. The Celestial power ran under my skin in a steady, glowing current visible enough at the edges of my eyes and hands that no one in the room could mistake it for decoration. This wasn't the careful, half-hidden presence from the earlier reception. This was the full claim.The talking didn't stop all at once. It broke apart. Clusters of voices went quiet in uneven waves as heads turned and the truth of what they were seeing spread through the room. Olivia Blackwater. Alive. Wearing the simple silver crown of her own bloodline. Carrying the bond's light openly, in front of the whole autumn court, for the first time. The woman the eastern lands had been whispering about now stood there

Olivia's POVThe second letter from Cyrus arrived before noon the day after the formal court, sent through the same protected channel as the first, marked with an urgency the earlier go-between hadn't dared to show.I broke the seal in the sitting room with Dorian there and Cassian already reading through a separate stack of early reactions from the Silverfang group. The handwriting was worse than before — uneven, pressed too hard in places, the lines drifting like the writer's focus kept breaking apart halfway through each sentence. I read it once in silence, then set it on the table so the others could see the words for themselves.OliviaI heard what you said in the hall. The words reached me before the elders could stop the report. You stood in front of the kingdom and named the cave. You named the harm. You did it with the light showing, the circlet on your head, and the whole court listening.I'm not writing to argue with any of it. I lost that right the night I ordered the chai

Olivia's POVSleep didn't come easily after I left Dorian's doorway.The leftover smell of scorched feathers still hung in the air that moved between the open connecting doors bitter, mineral, with a faint sweetness from treated feathers that hadn't burned clean. I lay in my own bed with the Celestial light humming under my skin at a low, uneasy pitch, and listened to the quiet sounds of him moving in the next room. The bond carried the exact weight of what he'd done: the arrow destroyed, the shadow admitted, the physical option of that old hate removed from the house we shared. He hadn't done it for my benefit. That fact made it land harder than any bigger show of loyalty could have.I got up again when the palace clocks struck two in the morning.The stone floor was cool under my bare feet. I didn't light a lamp. The faint silver glow along my collarbones and the backs of my hands gave enough light to cross the threshold and stand once more in the open doorway of his rooms. Dorian