The Silent Luna's Trial (Maple and Finn) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 4

Blair’s Perspective

“Kneel.”

Zayden’s voice sliced through the air, cold and merciless like a biting winter gale, shattering what little dignity I had left.

Without hesitation, two towering warriors surged forward, their grip on my shoulders harsh and unyielding, as if I were nothing more than a captive to be subdued.

I fought back instinctively—my wolf within roared in defiance, refusing to submit—but their strength overwhelmed me. They forced me down onto the unforgiving cold stone floor.

Pain exploded through my knees as they collided with the ground, sharp and unrelenting, blurring my vision for a fleeting moment.

Lysander lifted the vine whip he had readied, the leather strands slicing through the air with a piercing shriek. Then—

Crack!

A searing bolt of agony tore across my back like a violent storm. I clenched my teeth, tasting blood as I bit down hard on my lip, determined not to cry out.

Inside me, my wolf raged—furious, wild, rebellious—but sheer willpower kept her chained.

“Do you admit your mistake?” Lysander’s voice was icy, devoid of mercy.

“I didn’t do anything wrong…” My voice was hoarse, each word scraping painfully against my throat like shards of glass.

Crack!

This strike was worse, slicing through the thin fabric of my dress and burning into raw flesh. Warm blood spread across my back, staining the fabric crimson.

I recognized that pain immediately. This was no ordinary whip. It was a silver-threaded wolf whip, crafted specifically to punish those who defy the Alpha’s will.

“Do you admit your mistake?”

“I didn’t…”

Again. And again. Each lash intended to shatter me—not just my body, but my very spirit.

Blood mixed with the furious howls of my wolf echoing inside me. I remained silent, biting down until the coppery taste of blood filled my mouth. My white dress was soaked in a brutal red, the cold stone beneath me stained with a grotesque pattern.

“Stop! Please, stop!”

Lexie, the aging maid, collapsed to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. “She’s going to die! Luna’s going to die if you keep this up!”

But my three brothers didn’t flinch. They showed no hesitation, no mercy. They acted as if her cries were nothing more than background noise, as if I were less than human.

My vision darkened. The edges of the world crumbled away. All I could hear was Zayden’s cruel voice taunting me,

“If she won’t admit it, we’ll beat her until she does.”

The final lash fell—and with it, my consciousness slipped away. Darkness swallowed me whole.

The last image etched in my mind was my own blood pooling on the floor, and the cold, merciless eyes of the three men who had once been my family.

They had been my brothers. My protectors. My blood. Now? They were the ones wielding the blade against me.

For three long days, I was locked away in a room with no visitors, no one even bringing me water.

My wounds festered, the silver threads still burning beneath my skin. I curled up on the bed like a wounded animal, clinging to life by the thinnest thread.

And just next door? A completely different world.

Carrie’s voice floated softly through the wall, sweet and comforting. My brothers whispered gently to her, soothing her fears. Even Christian’s low, rare laugh echoed faintly. Each sound stabbed at my heart, tearing it open raw.

“Carrie, take your medicine.”

“Nooo, it’s so bitter…”

“Be good. Finish it and I’ll give you candy.”

“Then Christian, you feed me…”

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