The Silent Luna's Trial (Maple and Finn) novel Chapter 52

Miles didn’t even lift his gaze, his rough, weathered fingers continuing to carefully polish the silver frame as if the smiling faces captured within could somehow still sense his gentle touch. The room was heavy with unspoken tension, the faint scent of old wood mingling with the coldness in the air.

But Sierra, unable to hold back any longer, suddenly surged forward and landed a fierce blow across Blake’s cheek. The sharp crack echoed through the quiet space.

“How dare you ask about her?” she spat, her voice trembling with fury. “How many times have I begged you to change? If I were Lena, I swear I would’ve slit your throat while you slept!”

Her voice cracked, breaking under the weight of her pain.

He was her brother. Seeing him like this—broken, bruised, bleeding—should have shattered her completely. Yet, for seven long years, she had pleaded with him, begged him to show kindness toward Lena. “She loves you more than anyone else in this world,” she had told him over and over again.

But every time, Blake had sneered, accusing Lena of manipulating the family, using them as pawns in some twisted game against him. Sierra had even confronted Hannah once, only to watch the she-wolf flee straight to Blake’s side.

She would never forget the fury in his eyes that night.

“If you bother Hannah again, I swear, I’ll never step foot in this pack! You all worship Lena so much? Fine. Let her rot, a glorified widow!” he had snarled.

Tears streamed down Sierra’s cheeks now. Forgiveness for Blake felt impossible. And worse, she couldn’t forgive herself either.

She remembered the sweet girls—Lena’s daughters—following her everywhere, their tiny voices chirping “Aunt Sierra!” as they stuffed half-eaten candies into her pockets with innocent smiles.

Blake didn’t even flinch at her strike. Blood trickled slowly from his split lip as he rasped out,—

“I didn’t mean it like that… I just thought they needed discipline—”

“DISCIPLINE?!” Sierra snapped, flinging a crystal tumbler at his temple. The glass shattered with a sickening crack, crimson streaks running down his pale, ashen face.

“They were perfect! Lena raised them alone for five years, and they were kinder than you’ve ever been! Who were you really punishing, Blake? Them? Or HER?”

Blake made no effort to wipe the blood away.

“I never wanted to hurt her. I just… I couldn’t stand being controlled anymore! My whole life, you and Grandpa decided everything—even who I should mate with!”

His voice broke, raw and desperate.

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