The Silent Luna's Trial (Maple and Finn) novel Chapter 47

Chapter 2

Deep inside, I already knew the harsh truth.

Yes, the monsters lurking in The Obedience Den were guilty of unspeakable acts—but the real architect of our daughters’ suffering was none other than Blake himself.

The true killer was not some nameless fiend.

It was their own father.

At my words, Sierra tensed, then released a soft breath, as if gathering courage from somewhere deep within.

“Alright. I’ll speak to Grandpa,” she said quietly.

As her footsteps slowly faded away, I crumpled inward, tears spilling uncontrollably. Years of anguish and shattered hopes poured out in ragged sobs that wracked my body.

I had become a member of the White Moon Pack when I was just eight years old.

That was also the year I first met Blake.

Our grandfathers had fought side by side in that bloody war—a chapter everyone preferred to forget. Miles, Blake’s grandfather, owed his very life to mine—a debt sealed in blood and battle.

My own parents had died in a tragic accident shortly after I was born, leaving me in my grandfather’s care. When he passed away when I was eight, Miles took me in without hesitation.

For years, both Miles and Sierra treated me like family—truly part of the pack.

For seven long years, ever since the mate bond had tied Blake and me together, I stayed. Despite his coldness, his neglect, and his cruelty—I stayed. I bore his children. I led the pack. I tried, with everything in me, to be the best Luna I could be.

I told myself that even if he never loved me, our daughters were enough. They gave my life purpose.

But now…

Now, I had nothing left.

Time lost all meaning. Eventually, Sierra returned.

“Grandpa wants to see you,” she said softly.

Miles was waiting in his study, seated in his favorite armchair by the window. His eyes, usually sharp and commanding, softened when they met mine.

“I heard everything from Sierra,” he said gently. “You’ve suffered far too much, child.”

He paused, then added quietly, “After the funeral tomorrow… if you wish to leave, you may. That boy doesn’t deserve you. I won’t let him waste any more of your life.”

I said nothing. Instead, I bowed my head deeply, tears splattering onto the polished oak floor beneath me.

I was grateful—for the pack, for the home they had given me for over two decades.

But forgiveness?

That was out of the question.

Not for Blake.

Not for the man who had destroyed my daughters.

When I returned to my room, Blake was already there, leaning casually against the doorframe, a cruel sneer twisting his lips.

“What, couldn’t wait to run to Grandpa and tattle? Do you really think winning him and Sierra over will make me play the devoted mate, Lena?” he taunted.

Seeing him ignited a storm of hatred inside me. I wanted to rip his throat out. I wanted to watch him bleed.

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