The Silent Luna's Trial (Maple and Finn) novel Chapter 81

**When the Last Candle Sang to the Ocean Wind by Aurelion Kyre Solvane**

**Chapter 6**

“Everything you possess is mine! Why do you continue to breathe? Why are you still alive?!”

In that instant, the mask slipped away, revealing Isabelle’s true, malicious self.

I had distanced myself from the pack not solely due to my parents’ blatant favoritism, but also because I was weary of the ceaseless battle for dominance against Isabelle.

If she could so easily snatch away the affection of our own parents, what was to stop her from claiming everything else from me? My power, my dignity—my very existence itself.

I had finally come to terms with my heritage and my rightful place in this chaotic world. No longer did I wish to flounder in the murky waters of deceit and power struggles.

Yet, despite my efforts to evade her, Isabelle was relentless.

With a twisted grin, she informed me that after her first failed attempt to “offer” me to an Alpha, our father had not given up hope.

They had concocted a second “deal.”

“This time, it’s a rogue. An old, grotesque man, addicted to gambling and utterly depraved. He’s offered three hundred thousand dollars for you. And if you give him a son, he’ll throw in another hundred thousand.”

I was baffled by the depth of Isabelle’s hatred for me. It was as if she were a rabid wolf, consumed by a primal urge to tear me apart.

Our argument escalated, our wolf instincts flaring up uncontrollably.

With fury coursing through my veins, I shouted, “Isabelle, have you completely lost your mind? You keep fixating on me—are you seeking revenge? You know better than anyone how Mom and Dad truly met their end!”

“You’re the one responsible for their deaths!” Isabelle bellowed, her voice a chilling echo of madness. “You deserve to perish! Why won’t you just die?!”

In a sudden burst of rage, she lunged at me, wild and frenzied like an unhinged beast.

I narrowly dodged her attack, catching a glimpse of a broken compass gripped tightly in her hand. The sharp tip glimmered ominously, aimed directly at my eye.

She had truly lost her grip on reality. This was not an attempt to intimidate me; she was genuinely intent on ending my life.

I had no desire to engage in a physical confrontation, yet she pressed on, unwilling to relent.

Perhaps even the Moon Goddess had grown weary of this madness. As she swung the compass toward my eye, her foot twisted at an awkward angle. In an instant, she lost her balance and crashed to the ground.

Her face collided with the unforgiving edge of the curb.

Crimson liquid cascaded down her face—her eye was severely injured. Without a corneal transplant, she faced the grim prospect of blindness.

As I had feared, the moment word reached our parents, they twisted the narrative, framing it as if I had intentionally harmed Isabelle.

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