All Chapters of The moon goddess chose wrong: twice: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

EnzoShe found me in the east corridor outside the war room.One look at her face told me she had something.I opened the war room door and we went inside and I closed it behind us and she told me what she had found.I listened without interrupting her, When she finished I was quiet for a moment.“The scribe, the skittish writer?” I asked because it was hard to believe he could even lift a finger.“Yes.”“He has been in every session,” I said. “Every piece of testimony that was entered into the formal record passed through his hands before it was officially recorded.”“Yes, that's true,” she said. “And the session schedule. He prepares the formal agenda document the evening before each session.” She paused. “He would have known Dexter’s testimony was scheduled for this morning before anyone in the council chamber heard it announced.”I thought about the killer moving through the pack in the night, the killer wasn't a stranger hewas tooquiet to not be from Silverfang. The specific kno

EnzoThe journal was on the war room table.Nina had brought it down from her room twenty minutes ago and placed it in the center of the table as carefully as she could, like it would grab her or light up in flames if she didn't handle it properly.It was smaller than I expected. Dark leather cover, worn at the corners from handling, the particular softness of something that had been held often and carefully. Elena Morales had carried this through three years of dangerous investigation and had trusted it to Gia who had kept it safe until it was time to return it to Elena,Nina sat across from me with Thomas beside her and Kai at the end of the table and Max at my right shoulder and we had been working through the back pages for the past hour.Elena’s handwriting was precise and small, the handwriting of someone accustomed to recording significant amounts of information in limited space. The main investigation sections were methodical, dated entries with cross-references and source no

KaiI could not sleep, This was not unusual. I had spent years in work that made sleep a strategic calculation rather than a natural event and the habit of wakefulness had settled into me so thoroughly that genuine rest required conditions I was only recently learning to create.Silver Fang was closer to those conditions than anywhere I had been in years.But tonight my mind was running the Crestmoon layout and the sequence for the panel in the east wall and the specific location of the ledger in the private office and all the reasons that tomorrow needed to go exactly right.I sat at the small desk in my room with the floor map of Crestmoon’s pack house that Max had provided and went through the route for the fourth time.Administrative entrance. East corridor. Secondary staircase. Dexter’s official office. The panel in the east wall, second from the left at shoulder height, press and hold for three seconds, and then press and hold the lower left corner simultaneously.The private of

ThomasI had thought I was prepared for this conversation.I had known for years that Elena’s death was not the brief illness the official record described, she was healthy and a healer, and a little illness was sketchy. I had known that her investigation had reached something dangerous and that the something dangerous had caught up to her, she didn't open up about her illness one minute she was there and the next she was gone.I had known that the name Aldous Crane appeared in her notes and that his successor on the council shared that name by more than coincidence.What I had not known was that Gia’s saying Elena came to her with the final discovery.I had seen Elena tired in the last year of her life, the exhaustion of someone carrying something very heavy for a very long time. I had interpreted it as the burden of the investigation, the sustained stress of careful dangerous work.I had not understood that part of what she was carrying was this, the knowledge that the man who had

NinaThe war room was very quiet. I looked at the page for a long moment.Then I looked up at Enzo.He was looking at me, his face filled with sadness. He was trying so hard to hide his feelings, but he could not hide them from me.He was raw and open, I'm sure he was holding back from hugging me to confront me, I'm glad he didn't, the last thing I wanted was to look weak.Dad had gone very still at the end of the table.Gia had her hand over her mouth.I looked at the entry again.I chose it because I wanted to be her mother for as long as possible.Three years of her remaining life to save a small pack in the southern territories, before she had me to consider. The decision to stop using the gift at full capacity was not made from fear but from love.And then the documentation path. The patient carefully built a record she had trusted to Gia and addressed to a daughter she had not been certain would ever read it.The entry was fourteen months before she died.She had known then that