Todos los capítulos de The Pack Wanted A Bride, The Moon Wanted Revenge.: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Vespera's POVThe library was forbidden.Not by the pack. By something older. Something darker. It had been sealed for centuries, hidden beneath the ruins of an ancient temple, protected by wards that had been placed by the first Alphas themselves.And we were going to break in."Are you sure about this?" Rhydian asked, his voice tight."No." I looked at the entrance, at the dark stones covered in ancient runes. "But we do not have a choice."We had spent weeks searching for answers. Maris had combed through every book in the pack's library. Tressa had consulted with the spirits. Lira had scried for hours, searching for any sign of hope.And then, finally, we had found it. A reference to a hidden library, built by the first Alphas, containing knowledge that had been lost for centuries. Knowledge that might hold the key to destroying the Devourer."It is dangerous," Tressa had warned. "The library is protected by traps. Curses. Things that have killed better wolves than you.""I do not

Vespera's POVThe circle of stones began to glow.Tressa's voice rose into the dawn, ancient words spilling from her lips in a language older than the packs. The air grew thick with magic, heavy with power. The rising sun seemed to pause on the horizon, as if the world itself was holding its breath.Rhydian's hand tightened around mine."Are you ready?" he whispered."No." I looked at him, at the love in his eyes, at the tears streaming down his face. "But I am here.""I love you.""I love you too. More than anything."Tressa approached us, the silver bowl in her hands. Inside was a mixture of herbs and water, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. She dipped her fingers into the bowl and drew a symbol on my forehead. Then on Rhydian's. Then on Elara's."The blood of the Alpha," she said, handing Rhydian the silver knife.He took it, his hand trembling. He pressed the blade to his palm and cut. Blood welled up, dark and warm. He let it drip into the bowl."The blood of the Healer."Mari

Vespera's POVThe first shift came on a cold winter night.Elara was seven years old now, a whirlwind of energy and curiosity and stubbornness. She had grown tall for her age, with her father's dark hair and her mother's fierce eyes. She was clever and brave and kind, and she had the entire pack wrapped around her little finger.But she had not shifted yet.Most wolves shifted for the first time between the ages of five and seven. Elara was on the later end of that spectrum, and while I told myself it was nothing to worry about, the fear gnawed at me. The child of prophecy. The one who had destroyed the Devourer. What if her wolf was different? What if the power that had saved us all had changed her in ways we could not foresee?"She is fine," Rhydian said, watching me pace the nursery. "She is just a late bloomer.""She is seven years old. Most wolves shift by six.""Most wolves are not the child of prophecy."I stopped pacing, looking at him. "What if something is wrong?""Nothing i

Vespera's POVThe Shadow Realm was cold.Colder than the Veil. Colder than death. 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 forest. The trees were twisted, bare, their branches reaching for me like claws. The sky was black, the moon hidden behind clouds. And in the distance, I could hear something. A whisper. A laugh. A promise."Vespera."I turned, and I saw her.The Shadow Queen.She was beautiful. Terrible. Ancient. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her eyes burning like twin stars. She wore a gown of shadows, and behind her, an army of darkness stood waiting."You came," she said. "I did not think you would.""I came to end this.""End this? You cannot end this. This is just the beginning.""It is the end for you."She laughed, a s

Vespera's POVThe life of the one who loves her most.Tressa's words echoed in my mind as I rode through the mountain pass, the cold wind biting at my face. Rhydian rode beside me, his expression grim. We had left before dawn, telling no one where we were going. Not Elara. Not Maris. Not anyone.The witch's name was Elara. The same name as my daughter. The same name as the woman who could save Maris.It was not a coincidence. Nothing ever was."Are you sure about this?" Rhydian asked, his voice barely audible over the howling wind."No." I pulled my cloak tighter around me. "But I am here.""That is not an answer.""It is the only one I have."We rode on.The mountains were treacherous, their peaks lost in clouds, their slopes slick with ice. We had been warned that many who entered never returned. But we had no choice. Maris was dying. And I would not let her die without a fight.The witch's hut appeared at the edge of a frozen lake, a small, crooked structure made of stone and wood.