The Luna’s Faith의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

Dorian's POV The Silverfang threat arrived midmorning, worded to force the crown into a slower, more cautious position. I stood in the Alpha King's private study with Olivia at my left and Cassian across the desk while the formal message was read aloud by the senior clerk. The Silverfang council didn't deny the sealed evidence chain. They didn't try another medical counter-story. They simply stated that any formal action causing permanent harm to Vanessa Silverfang whose bloodline had helped establish the early royal lines would be treated as an injury against the entire house, with consequences that could include pulling traditional eastern support and activating older mutual-defense agreements still on record between the Silverfang seat and two of its remaining allied packs. It wasn't an open declaration of war. It was a precise political knife, aimed at the softest joint in the crown's current position. King Aldric's face didn't change as the clerk finished. The weight of de

Dorian's POVShe went alone.I stood in the upper hallway of the secure wing and watched the guards close the reinforced door behind Olivia, the bond stretching as she went down into the lower holding levels where Cyrus stayed under royal watch. The Celestial light under her skin came through the bond as a cold, precise current — guarded against anything that could look like leftover softness, lined up with the final break she'd already chosen the night she refused him silver. I didn't follow. This particular reckoning belonged to her alone. My job was to be the fixed point she'd return to once the darkness below had finished whatever work it still needed to do.The waiting itself became its own kind of channel work.I'd started understanding the mechanics more clearly since the river and everything that came after. This gift wasn't a simple well of power that rose with feeling and fell with tiredness. It was a living system that responded to wholeness in the bearer's choices, to clo

Dorian's POVThe first confirmed report of dark residue reached the private wing three days after the bond deepened. One of Dexter's ridge scouts brought it, riding so hard his horse was nearly spent.I broke the seal in the sitting room with Olivia there and Cassian already standing at the map table. The report was plain and careful, the way Dexter's people wrote when they described something that left a real mark on the world. Vanessa's second house in the high eastern ridges was showing signs of steady, forbidden work: ritual scars on the stone, the faint, sweet-metal smell of old binding compounds, and two separate sightings of a practitioner known in the east for unstable, dangerous magic. Her pregnancy was still her public cover. Underneath it, she was no longer just hiding. She was gathering power of the exact kind the Celestial light was made to answer.Olivia's pulse jumped through the bond, cold and sharp. Her deeper channels felt the threat at once. I felt her turn that rea

Olivia's POVThe private wing had finally sunk into its deepest quiet of the night when the bond gave me the first faint pulse of trouble coming down the hall.I was curled half in Dorian's lap in the chair by the east window, my clothes loosened, a soft glow along my throat and hands as his mouth found the spot where the silver ran strongest. Our claim sat safe in the council record. My deeper strength hummed under my skin. For a few stolen minutes, the knives and the dark ridges had been kept waiting outside the door.Then came a measured knock. It was Dexter's.Dorian's hands went still on my waist. The warmth between us shifted into something colder and sharper. I stood, fixed my clothing with quick fingers, and dimmed my glow before he opened the door.Dexter came in with the grim face he wore when news had outrun the normal hours. He shut the door himself and didn't wait to be invited to speak."The dark trace has left the ridges," he said. His voice was flat and hard. "Two of o

Olivia's POVThe fight began in the eastern hallway before the morning reports had even been read.I was still feeling the aftermath of the overreach: a faint metal taste at the back of my throat, and my glow moving more carefully than usual after the night of slow healing. Then Cassian's voice cracked across the open stone hard enough to stop the nearby guards mid-step. Dorian stood across from him near the railing, shoulders set in the stillness he wore when politics turned personal. The bond told me how hot things were long before I could hear the words."You pushed her past what your drills had tested," Cassian was saying, every trace of soft princely manner gone. "Blood on the courtyard. Damage her own gift felt as a wound. And you're still standing in this palace talking about steady partnership and new patterns like my sister's body is a tool for whatever schedule Vanessa's shadow sets."Dorian kept his voice low, and that made his answer sharper. "The overreach was a mistake i