Eighth-Born Luna (Emily and Nathan) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Emily’s POV

They came for me after sunset.

Two rogue guards shoved the tower door open. Cindy stood behind them, holding a scrap of black silk that was supposed to be a dress.

“Time to impress the Rogue King,” she said.

I forced myself off the bed. She gave me a moment to change, and the thin fabric clung to my skin, barely eaching mid–thigh. It felt like wearing a spiderweb.

As we walked through the castle, the temperature plummeted, the damp stone soaking up whatever heat was left n my body.

“You look nervous,” Cindy said to me.

“I’m a prisoner waiting for my second round of torture,” I replied. “I’m doing great.”

Cindy hid a smile.

“Try not to provoke Silas tonight,” she warned under her breath. “Just follow every order he gives you.”

That answer stayed with me long after she stopped speaking.

Eventually the corridor opened onto a massive inner courtyard hidden deep inside the castle walls.

I froze. The ritual grounds were carved directly into the black bedrock, the ancient runes glowing with a faint, ghostly silver.

Thick rings of silver lined the edge of the circle, packed with dark crystals that throbbed with a rhythmic, living

!nergy.

The power coming off that stone was heavy and ancient.

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Hundreds of rogues surrounded the platform, a wall of muscle and scars. They weren’t standing in line; they were hoving each other, shouting, and whistling.

It was a sea of chaos. Some looked at the stage with hungry eyes, their tongues sliding over their teeth, while

>thers laughed hoarsely, waiting for blood.

And there, at the center of the madness, sat the Rogue King. Silas.

Even from across the yard, he was the only thing that mattered. He sat lazily on a throne of jagged stone, one and resting on the armrest while the other stayed pressed against his side.

The wound.

Cindy saw me watching him. “He’s over four hundred years old,” she whispered.

I snapped my head toward her. “What?”

“Not long ago, a captured Alpha managed to get a blade into him. It was poisoned–cursed. He hasn’t been able to heal since that day, and his life is slowly leaking out of him.”

Her voice turned sharp and secretive: “That’s why he’s been hunting you. He’s desperate. And a desperate Rogue King is the most dangerous kind.”

My stomach did a slow, sick roll. Everything was getting worse.

Two guards shoved me into the center of the silver circle and backed away instantly. As soon as I reached the niddle of the platform, the witch activated the crystals. Beams of light shot up from the stones, forming a dome over us. It cut the witch and me off from everyone else.

She stepped forward and clicked open the silver collar, pulling it off my neck.

The second it fell away, Nyx’s voice crashed into my head.

“Emily, are you okay?” Nyx cried out in my mind. “I tried to reach you, but you couldn’t hear me. I’ve been lawing through the darkness this whole time, trying to get back to you.”

“I’m fine,” I told her. “What about you?”

“I never want to go back there,” she whispered, her voice shaking with fear. “Being torn away from you, feeling nothing but the dark… it was a nightmare.”

I wanted to calm my wolf, to promise her that I would never let that happen again. But I couldn’t lie to her. The ruth was, I had almost no control over anything right now.

The rogues pressed closer to the edge of the circle. In the crowd, I saw Stella watching us.

I pulled my gaze away, scanning the crowd, and stopped. A man was walking through the mass of rogues.

He didn’t have to shove or growl; the crowd simply parted for him a wave of bodies moving out of his path without a word. It was pure respect.

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He was dressed in dark leather, his movements steady and precise. He was younger than Silas, but he carried a lifferent kind of danger–something sharper, more focused. He walked straight to the throne and leaned down, whispering into Silas’s ear.

The Rogue King’s face clouded over.

The mountain wind cut through my thin dress, biting into my skin, and I pulled my arms tight against my chest.

Suddenly, the stranger turned.

His eyes locked onto mine. He didn’t look at me the way the others did.

He looked at me, his stare so heavy and deep it felt like he was reading every secret hidden in my mind. He was handsome. For one heartbeat, he reminded me of

I never got to finish the thought.

-A white–hot explosion of pain ripped through my spine. The courtyard vanished, the world broke into pieces, and I fell into a bottomless black hole.

The cold mountain wind, the rogues, the silver circle–everything was gone.

Then, sound returned.

Screaming. It wasn’t just one person; it was hundreds.

I forced my eyes open and felt my blood turn to ice. The entire pack was burning. Thick, oily smoke rolled through

he night sky.

Blood stained the frozen ground a deep, dark crimson. Women screamed and children cried as wolves tore hrough wooden houses.

It was a massacre.

“You are finally here,” a voice whispered behind me.

I spun around. A woman stood near the burning remains of a temple.

“You’re one of my relatives,” I whispered.

“One of the Lunas in our bloodline,” she corrected.

Around us, the slaughter continued in the snow.

“What is this place?”

“A memory.” She looked toward the burning village, her expression unreadable. “My failure.”

The woman stepped closer, her movements graceful and deadly. They called me Luna Seraphine. The Moon Queen who ended the Northern Rebellion.”

She didn’t say it with pride. She said it with a hollow kind of regret that made my stomach twist.

A wounded wolf collapsed a few feet away, bleeding out into the snow. More wolves charged toward him, their

teeth bared. Seraphine didn’t move an inch.

“They were my people,” she said quietly. “Both sides.”

I looked closer. The wolves attacking the village had different markings than the ones defending it. This was a civil war–pack against pack.

“They betrayed you?”

“No.” She finally looked at me, her silver gaze locking onto mine. “They feared me.”

“But why, what power did you have?”

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