Todos os capítulos de The Luna’s Faith: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Olivia's POVElara Thorn arrived at the palace under quiet guard just before midday, the result of weeks of careful pressure, intercepted messages, and the slow collapse of every safe channel she used to rely on.I waited in one of the smaller formal rooms of the private wing — a room with no windows, stone walls thick enough to hold in sound, and a single long table that left no comfortable place to hide. Dorian stood at my left. Cassian stayed near the side wall, carrying the crown's authority behind him. Dexter took his place at the door, solid and silent, making sure the hallway stayed clear. The Celestial light under my skin ran at a low, deliberate glow; I didn't hide it. Let the woman who once smiled while silver chains closed around my wrists see exactly what the Goddess had given back to me.The guards brought her in without any ceremony. She looked smaller than the memory I carried from the cave thinner, the opportunistic confidence stripped out of her posture by weeks of ru

Olivia's POVThe maps stayed spread across the long table long after the last piece of evidence had been locked away for the morning transfer.I should have left the sitting room once the practical work was done. The knife, the faked records, and the letters had all been logged, copied, and sealed. Cassian had taken the royal archive set. Dexter had already moved the supporting statements into protected holding. There was nothing left that needed the two of us standing over the same table in the deep hours of the night. But I stayed, and Dorian stayed, and the bond between us carried a low, steady heat that the evening's work had only thinned, not put out.He stood across the table, hands resting on the edge of the wood, eyes on the empty space where the silver blade had been. The lamplight cut across the sharp lines of his face and the careful set of his shoulders. I watched him breathe and felt the exact moment the careful structure we'd kept up for weeks finally reached the edge of

Olivia's POV The accusation reached the capital before the formal evidence chain had even cleared its first review. I was in the sitting room with Dorian and Cassian when Dexter walked in with the intercepted summary, his face tighter than usual. He set the decoded page on the table without a word and stepped back. The wording was pure Vanessa elegant, poisonous, and built to spread fast. She claimed that Elara Thorn, the healer now held under royal protection, had been paid or forced to poison the child Vanessa still carried. She claimed the timing of Elara's "disappearance" into royal custody lined up with a sudden decline in the pregnancy. She claimed the Celestial Wolf, already shown to use harsh pressure to destroy a political rival, had found a way to strike at the last living piece of the Black Dynasty's contested succession. The message didn't need proof to do its first job. It only needed enough believable poison to make every listening pack look again at the woman who had

Olivia's POVThe decision to bring Cyrus into the capital was made before the dust of the inquiry had fully settled.My father and Cassian worked out the logistics in the private study while Dorian and I stood there, the bond still carrying the leftover heat from the chamber where the twin had returned on the open record. The provisional council in the east had lost the last of its ability to contain the fracture; the former Alpha's public statement had ended any remaining pretense that the Black Dynasty pack could treat Dorian's survival as distant rumor. A formal request for Cyrus's transfer under royal escort went out that same evening. The elders, already falling apart under pressure, agreed with a speed that spoke of relief as much as obedience.He arrived two days later, moved under guard in a secured carriage and brought into one of the smaller formal rooms of the private wing the same stone room where Elara had broken. No full court audience. No show for the outer packs. Only

Olivia's POVThe Silverfang response arrived at dawn, as a formal demand rather than another poisoned rumor.Cassian brought the sealed page into the sitting room before the morning reports had even been fully sorted. The language was colder and more precise than Vanessa's earlier counterstrike an official request from the Silverfang council for immediate clarification on the scope of the Celestial Wolf's claim, the legal standing of the sealed evidence chain, and the crown's plans for a bloodline that had once helped establish the early royal lines. They didn't deny the letters or the knife outright. They simply demanded a process slow enough, and public enough, to turn the whole reckoning into a negotiation.My father received the demand in closed session. The answer that came back to the private wing was just as precise: the evidence would move through formal review without delay, the claim stayed targeted at the named people rather than the whole Silverfang bloodline, and any atte