The Rejected Luna's Hidden Legacy

he Shadow King kn

th before the great doors behind him slammed open a s

ng, mud and blood streaked across a breastplate stamp

le, or the wreckage of moonstones scattered across the f

oked

in half. He didn't seem to notice any of it. His eyes had locked onto mine and g

le St

t in a half-forgotten lullaby my mother used to hum when she thought I w

had caught him a few feet away. Up close I could see his hands shaking. A king's hands, s

or you every sin

spine straight, ceremonial. This was collapse. This was a man folding under someth

ack before

ice cracked down the middl

lent enough to h

my own sleeves, because it was easier than looking

watched something in him break quietly, without a sound,

ue. He didn't

rembling too badly to manage the clasp on the first try, and held it ou

ingle lock of golden hair, fine as spide

he said. "I never once took it off. Not through the searc

ched in the margin of my mother's journal a hundred times, never understanding what it

didn't step back again either, and something in his face eased at that, smal

ther of us could ... her voice low, ur

aid. "She was taken. Hired hands, paid to

ft of his face. His hand curled into a fist at his side, knuckle

or twenty years," the Oracle fini

of pure instinct. I stood in the middle of it feeling the floor tilt beneath me, my father's bracelet

one down to one knee in his own council chamber, a hand clawed against his chest, th

one, his wolf snarling the w

o, breathless, already bowing. "Al

se gooseflesh down my arms. Moonlight speared through the ceiling d

en has a

in the hall s

who has hunted her b

ndows shattered inwa

ifting silver ash, through air still humming with divine light. I had half a second

moved

size should have been able to, armor scraping, and threw himse

chest with a sound I w

g dark and fast across the crescent on his breastplate. My hands found the wound on instinct, pressing dow

ealer over the ringing in my own ears. None of it reached me. There was only the weight of him in my lap, the wet heat

" I heard myself say, fro

h he had left, and for one moment his eyes cleared and fixed on my face like he was me

rely more than shaped

in mine, and the hall d