Moon Judgement Forever Loyalty novel Chapter 7

**Chapter 7**

The image flickered and then froze, leaving an unsettling stillness in the air. Yet, in the hearts of all the werewolves present, the impending truth was palpable, a dark cloud looming over their collective consciousness.

“Moon madness grass…” The village elder’s voice quivered, his hand trembling as he pointed at the screen, as if the very act of acknowledgment would summon the horrors it unveiled. “That scent… it’s the essence of moon madness grass. Once ingested, it unleashes the primal instincts of a wolf, stripping away all reason and morality…”

The revelation struck them like a thunderclap. The former Alpha, the revered leader, was unmasked as the very monster who had desecrated the purebloods—the truth was a jagged shard, slicing through their hearts and igniting a firestorm of emotions that engulfed the entire gathering.

Damien felt as though he had been struck by a bolt of lightning. He staggered backward, disbelief coursing through him like venom. In a moment of desperation, he spun around, his hands gripping my shoulders with an intensity that was both frantic and pleading. “Impossible! My father is Grell’s hero! He taught me the sacred duty of protecting purebloods! How could he possibly commit such an atrocity!”

His eyes were a furious shade of crimson, veins pulsating at his temples like a tempest ready to erupt. In a flash, he lunged toward the soul mage, a figure he now blamed for this betrayal. “You tampered with the memories, didn’t you? This is all a lie! Shut it off!”

The soul mage, visibly shaken, knelt before him, his body trembling with the weight of the truth. “Memories… cannot be fabricated… All wolf pupils have confirmed… it’s completely authentic…”

“No—!” Damien’s roar echoed through the hall, raw and anguished. In a fit of rage, he turned and smashed the Soul Vision Device with a force that reverberated through the air. Metal shards flew in all directions, and sparks erupted like stars in the night sky.

Snowflakes drifted down from his silver armor, each flake a reminder of the chill that had settled over his spirit. For the first time, his wolf ears drooped, a sign of his inner turmoil. His once-proud wolf eyes, usually filled with dignity, were now bloodshot and brimming with despair.

He stumbled back to my side, where I remained slumped in the unforgiving metal chair, my breath shallow and labored.

With shaking hands, he reached up and gently removed the twisted helmet from my head. His wolf claws grazed my cheek, leaving behind crimson trails. “Lina! Please, wake up! Tell me this isn’t true! My father isn’t the killer! You’re lying to me, right? Please! Just say something!”

At that moment, the atmosphere shifted dramatically.

Slow, heavy footsteps echoed from the entrance of the square.

Former Luna Ella emerged, draped in a tattered animal skin cloak, each step deliberate as she made her way through the throng of onlookers.

“Damien,” her voice resonated, chilling and distant, as if it had been steeped in the icy waters of winter. “Lina didn’t lie. Those memories… they are all too real.”

A profound silence enveloped the venue, as if the very wind had ceased to exist.

Damien’s body went rigid, frozen in disbelief. A broken whisper escaped his lips, “Mother… what are you saying? Father… it can’t be true…”

Ella avoided his gaze, her focus shifting to me as she knelt slowly, her forehead touching the snow in a gesture of deep reverence—the highest ritual of the wolf clan reserved for those deemed “redeemers.”

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