Todos los capítulos de The Pack Wanted A Bride, The Moon Wanted Revenge.: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Vespera's POVThe nausea hit me like a wave.I woke one morning to find my stomach churning, my head spinning, my body aching. I barely made it to the basin before I was sick, my whole body trembling with the force of it."Vespera?" Rhydian was beside me in an instant, his hand on my back, his voice tight with worry. "What is wrong? Are you ill?""I do not know." I wiped my mouth, my hands shaking. "I have never felt like this before.""Should I get Maris?""Yes. Please."He left, and I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind racing. I had been tired lately. More tired than usual. And my body had been aching in ways I could not explain. I had assumed it was the aftermath of everything we had been through. The stress. The recovery. But this was different.This felt like something else entirely.Maris arrived quickly, her face pale with concern. She examined me carefully, asking questions, checking my pulse, my temperature, my eyes. And then, slowly, a smile spread across her face."What?"

Vespera's POVThe attacks started three days later.A patrol on the northern border, found dead. No wounds. No signs of struggle. Just empty eyes and pale skin, as if something had drained the life from them.Then another patrol. Then another."There have been five attacks in the last week," Orrick said, his voice grim. "All along the northern border. All the same. No survivors."I stood in the war room, surrounded by my inner circle. Rhydian. Sabine. Corvin. Maris. Tressa. The people I trusted most."The Devourer," I said."It has to be." Tressa nodded slowly. "It is testing the boundaries. Feeling for weaknesses. It is not strong enough to break free yet, but it is growing stronger.""How do we stop it?""We need to strengthen the binding. The original spell was cast by the first Alphas, using their blood and their magic. We need to replicate it.""How?""We need the blood of the first Alphas. Pure. Undiluted."I felt my stomach drop. "My child.""Yes." Tressa's eyes were sad. "The

Vespera's POVShe was born on the night of the full moon.The labor was long and hard, hours of pain and sweat and fear. But through it all, Rhydian was beside me, holding my hand, whispering words of love and encouragement. Maris worked tirelessly, her hands steady, her voice calm. And when the final moment came, when I pushed with everything I had left, the world seemed to hold its breath.And then, a cry.A tiny, perfect, furious cry."It is a girl," Maris said, her voice breaking with emotion. "You have a daughter."She placed the baby in my arms, and I looked down at her for the first time. She was beautiful. Perfect. A tiny miracle with dark hair and eyes that would one day open to see the world."Hello, Elara," I whispered. "I am your mother."Rhydian leaned over us, his eyes bright with tears. "She is perfect.""She is.""She looks like you.""She looks like a potato."He laughed, a sound of pure joy. "A beautiful potato."I smiled, kissing his cheek. "We made this. We made a

Vespera's POVThe ritual would take place on the next new moon.Three weeks. Three weeks to prepare. Three weeks to gather our strength. Three weeks to say goodbye to the peace we had fought so hard to build.I spent every moment with Elara. Holding her. Playing with her. Memorizing the sound of her laugh, the feel of her tiny hands in mine, the weight of her against my chest."You are quiet," Rhydian said one night, watching me rock her to sleep."I am thinking.""About what?""About what I am going to have to do. About what it will cost."He crossed to me, his hand resting on my shoulder. "It will not cost you anything. We will find another way.""There is no other way. Tressa said the blood of the child is the only thing that can strengthen the binding.""Then we use my blood. Or yours. Not hers.""It has to be hers. She is the key. The last of the first Alpha bloodline."He was silent for a long moment. Then he said, "I cannot lose her.""You will not lose her. I will not let that

Vespera's POVThe blood moon rose, and the pack celebrated.It had been five years since the night I destroyed the Devourer, five years since the darkness had been bound, five years since I had almost lost everything. And now, on the anniversary of that night, we gathered to remember. To honor. To celebrate.The festival was Elara's idea."We should have a party," she declared, her small hands on her hips. "A big one. With music and dancing and cake.""Cake?" Rhydian raised an eyebrow."Lots of cake. And presents. And fireworks.""Fireworks?""Big ones. That light up the sky."I laughed, scooping her into my arms. "You just want presents.""I want to celebrate," she corrected, her eyes sparkling. "We survived. We should celebrate."She was right. We should celebrate.The pack gathered in the great meadow, the same meadow where so many battles had been fought, so much blood had been spilled. But tonight, it was filled with laughter and music and light. Lanterns hung from the trees, the