Todos los capítulos de The Pack Wanted A Bride, The Moon Wanted Revenge.: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Vespera's POVVorlag was gone, but he was not destroyed.I stood in the great hall, watching as Maris tended to Sabine. She was weak, barely conscious, but she was alive. She had fought the demon and won. For now."He will come back," Tressa said, her voice grim. "He will find another vessel. Someone weaker. Someone more desperate.""Then we find him first." I turned to face the room. Rhydian, Corvin, Orrick, Maris, and Tressa. My inner circle. My family. "We hunt him down and destroy him before he can hurt anyone else.""How?" Orrick asked. "He is a demon. He could be anywhere. He could be anyone."I touched the mark on my chest. It was warm, pulsing with a steady light. "I can sense him. The mark allows me to feel dark magic. I can track him.""You are not strong enough," Tressa said. "The mark is still recovering. You are still recovering.""I do not have a choice." I looked at her, my eyes hard. "Every day we wait, he grows stronger. Every day we wait, he finds more followers. We

Vespera's POVThe sun rose, and for the first time in months, I felt peace.We rode home slowly, the weight of the battle finally lifting from our shoulders. Rhydian rode beside me, his hand occasionally reaching for mine, his eyes never leaving my face. Orrick and Corvin rode ahead, their voices low, their laughter occasional.The darkness was gone. The demon was destroyed. And we were still alive."You are quiet," Rhydian said."I am tired." I looked at him, at the man I loved. "But I am also happy. For the first time in a long time, I am happy."He smiled, that rare, beautiful smile. "So am I.""What happens now?""Now we go home. We rebuild. We live.""Can it be that simple?""It can be whatever we make it." He reached for my hand, squeezing it. "We have a future, Vespera. A real future. No more wars. No more demons. No more running."I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that we could finally rest.But something was nagging at me. Something Tressa had said."Vorlag was not

Vespera's POVThe Veil was cold.Colder than death. Colder than the grave. It wrapped around me like a shroud, pulling me down into darkness, into silence, into nothing.I could not see. I could not hear. I could not feel. I was floating in an endless void, my body weightless, my mind blank.And then, slowly, the world began to take shape.I was standing in a field. The grass was silver, the sky was black, and the moon hung low and heavy above me. It was the dream realm. But it was different. Darker. Emptier."Hello?"My voice echoed, but no one answered. I was alone.I started walking. I did not know where I was going, but I knew I had to keep moving. The Veil was a place between worlds. The heart was hidden here somewhere. I just had to find it.The field stretched on forever. The silver grass whispered beneath my feet. The moon watched me with cold indifference.And then I saw them.Figures. Shadows. They stood in the distance, watching me. I could not see their faces, but I could

Vespera's POVThe mark was almost gone.I stood before the mirror, tracing the faint silver outline on my chest. It was barely visible now, a ghost of what it had once been. The power that had saved me, that had saved all of us, was slipping away.And I did not know if I would ever get it back."Vespera?" Maris appeared in the doorway, her expression soft with concern. "You have been staring at that mirror for an hour.""I am just thinking.""About the mark?""Yes."She crossed to me, taking my hands. "It does not define you. You know that, right?""I know. But it saved me. It saved all of us. And now it is fading, and I feel...""Vulnerable?""Yes."She squeezed my hands. "You are not vulnerable. You are strong. You have always been strong. The mark just made it easier."I looked at her, at my oldest friend, the woman who had stood by me through everything. "What if I cannot protect them anymore? What if something happens and I am not strong enough?""Then we protect each other. That

Vespera's POVThe mark was gone.I woke one morning to find nothing but smooth skin where the silver crescent had been. No pulse. No warmth. No light. Just me. Just Vespera.I should have felt afraid. I should have felt vulnerable. But instead, I felt something unexpected.Free.I traced the empty space on my chest, expecting the familiar ache of loss. But it did not come. The mark had been a gift, but it had also been a chain. A constant reminder that I was different. That I was marked. That I was never truly my own.Now I was just a woman. A wolf. A Luna. And that was enough."You are smiling," Rhydian said, appearing in the doorway. "That is a good sign.""The mark is gone."He crossed to me, his eyes searching my face. "Are you all right?""I am better than all right." I turned to face him. "I am free."He studied me for a moment, then smiled. "You are not afraid.""No. I thought I would be, but I am not. I have been so afraid of losing the mark, of becoming vulnerable, of not bei