The Silent Luna's Trial Novel

When the Last Candle Sang to the Ocean Wind by Aurelion Kyre Solvane 20 Summary Carrie returns in tears, overwhelmed by guilt and fear about how Christian and Blair feel about her. However, Lysander and his brothers respond coldly, telling her to go upstairs because they are tired. Lysander senses something is wrong with Carrie and, along with his brothers, decides to check on her. Before they reach her, they hear the sound of glass breaking and Carrie angrily ranting about Blair's death and how Blair's presence continues to haunt them despite her supposed demise.

The brothers confront Carrie, and Lysander demands the truth about the snake venom incident and whether Blair truly framed her. Carrie tries to manipulate them with her usual sweet voice, but before she can explain, Christian arrives, furious. Christian's anger erupts violently as he confronts Carrie, slapping her and grabbing her by the throat in a fit of rage. Despite her protests and tears, he presses her for the truth about her supposed cancer diagnosis, which turns out to be a lie.

Christian exposes Carrie's deceit by throwing medical reports and evidence at her, revealing that she was in good health all along. Lysander is devastated by this betrayal, unable to understand why Carrie would fabricate such a story. Under pressure, Carrie breaks down and admits to lying about the cancer and confessing to orchestrating all the schemes against Blair, including the snake venom and the scandalous photos. She reveals that she was behind everything, trying to frame Blair. Christian and Lysander realize that the girl they once trusted was a facade hiding malicious intent.

Blair, who is dead and missing, is finally seen in a new light as innocent and strong, while Carrie's true nature as a manipulative and dangerous person is laid bare. The brothers are left with a crushing mix of rage, regret, and sorrow, knowing that Blair will never hear their apologies and that the truth has come too late. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 12 Lysander's Perspective The instant Carrie returned, tears flooded her eyes, and she dashed toward the three of us, overwhelmed by everything that had unfolded earlier that day.

"Lysander, is Christian angry with me?" she choked out between sobs. "Is Blair upset because I came back? I swear, I never meant to hurt her..." Her voice trembled with guilt and confusion. Usually, we would have immediately moved to comfort her, to shield her from the storm of emotions she was drowning in. But this time, none of us stirred. We remained rooted in place, enveloped in a heavy silence. When her words finally ceased, we simply responded, "Carrie, go upstairs. We're tired." I watched her retreat up the staircase, a knot tightening in my chest.

Something inside me twisted uneasily, an instinctive warning whispering that something was wrong-something about her felt... off today. The living room fell silent once again. The three of us sat motionless on the couch, the tension thick between us. Finally, I broke the quiet. "This is my fault," I admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "If it weren't for me, Blair wouldn't be dead." I dropped my head, pressing my face into my hands, trying to quell the storm raging inside me. Yet my voice betrayed me, shaking with the weight of my guilt.

When Carrie first came back, yes, we had indulged Blair a little more than usual-perhaps out of spite, or maybe to make a point. But over the years, those feelings had grown genuine. None of it was fabricated. Now, staring at the wreckage of what had happened, I realized how wrong we had been. Zayden's voice broke through the silence softly. "She seemed... off earlier. Maybe we should check on her." I nodded, reaching for a glass of milk as we headed upstairs. But before we even reached her door, the sharp crash of breaking glass echoed down the hall. Then came Carrie's low, furious growl.

"That bitch Blair. I thought everything would be fine once she was dead-but no, she just won't stay gone! I don't know what trick she pulled to get everyone so worked up over her!" I froze mid-step, whipping my head toward my brothers. Had I heard her right? "She can't even stay quiet in death!" she spat venomously. We all held our breath, frozen outside the door. "That bitch's life is stubborn as hell. Snake venom didn't kill her, the car crash didn't finish her off..." "But what does it matter if she survived all that? She still died in the end.

And there wasn't even a body left to bury." A cold shiver ran down my spine. All those incidents-the venom, the crash-was it her? Was she the one trying to kill Blair? My mind felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. Everything I had believed in for all these years was crumbling. The snake venom, the scandalous photos, even the cliff... What was the truth behind it all? Nothing made sense anymore. Everything felt wrong. Desperation clawed at me, like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. I didn't care about anything else-I flung the door open and stormed inside.

Carrie didn't have a chance to react. That twisted expression on her face-the malice burning in her eyes-was still there. She froze. The moment our eyes locked, I knew I could never see her as the "just a little spoiled" girl again. The three of us loomed over her, and panic flickered across her face, but it was too late-there was nowhere left to hide. I clenched my jaw, my voice low and burning with anger. "Carrie. What really happened with the snake venom? Did Blair really frame you?" Her eyes darted away, clearly shaken. But she quickly composed herself and even reached to grab my hand.

When I didn't pull away immediately, a flicker of hope sparked in her eyes. She slipped back into that soft, sweet voice she always used to manipulate us. "Lysander, Orion, Zayden... let me explain..." Before she could continue, footsteps thundered from downstairs-Christian's voice sharp and urgent. "Where's Carrie?" "She went to bed, Alpha. You should come back tomorrow." Then we heard him rushing up the stairs. In the next moment, Christian appeared at the door, his eyes bloodshot, rage radiating off him like a tidal wave ready to crash.

Chapter 13 Christian's Perspective The moment I stepped into Carrie's room, a wave of disgust hit me hard, just from looking at her. She flinched when she saw me, but only briefly. Then she slipped back into that practiced mask, as natural as breathing. "Christian, what are you doing here so late?" she asked softly, her voice laced with just the right mix of guilt and fake sweetness. "About today... I'm not mad at you anymore. I know you only did it because of Blair-" "Shut up." The slap came before I even thought. My hand struck her face sharply, cutting through the facade.

She crumpled to the floor, her cheek already swelling red. She clutched at her face, looking up at me with wide, disbelieving eyes, tears instantly welling. "Christian... how could you hit me?" she whimpered, trembling like a fragile little thing. But I was done with her act. I lunged forward, grabbed her by the throat, and slammed her back down. "You're still trying to lie your way out of this?!" My grip tightened without me even realizing it. She clawed at my arms, mouth opening and closing, trying to speak-but no sound came out. Her face turned purple, her eyes losing focus.

Finally, I released her. She collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, a deep red mark blooming across her neck. I didn't give her a moment to recover-I yanked her up by the hair and forced her to look at me. "Carrie. That cancer you claimed you had-was it real, or just another one of your damn lies?!" Lysander and the others stood frozen, stunned by what they were hearing. They stared at her as if she were a complete stranger. She didn't answer. I shoved her away. Her head slammed against the edge of the table, and blood immediately trickled down her forehead. Still, none of us moved.

No one rushed to her side, no one whispered comforting words. I stepped forward and pulled out every report, every document, every piece of evidence I had-and threw them at her one by one. The sharp edges of the papers sliced into her skin, adding more blood to the floor. "Everything's here-every lie, every fake report! What else do you want to say?!" Lysander crouched down and picked up one of the files. There, on the medical report, just one sentence: In good health. I saw the blood in his eyes, the crushing weight of disappointment etched across his face.

"Why?" he whispered, voice trembling. "Why would you lie about something like that?" At that moment, her expression cracked. She knew it was over-everything was over. The room fell deathly silent. "Tell us the truth," I said coldly, my voice sharp as ice. "All of it." She flinched. Then broke. "The cancer... it was a lie. I made it up... I lied to all of you..." she sobbed, the words spilling out like poison. I closed my eyes briefly. What I felt wasn't relief-it was a crushing wave of rage and shame pressing down on my chest, stealing the air from my lungs. "And the rest?" I pressed.

She shattered completely, confessing every last detail through her tears. "I did it all... the snake in the gift box-I put it there; I was trying to frame Blair... The photos from the birthday party-I hired someone to take them... and everything that happened after... every single thing... it was me..." With every word, my heart sank deeper. I looked at her-bloody, crying, kneeling, begging for mercy-and realized I couldn't find even a trace of the girl I once trusted, once protected. That sweet, innocent girl I thought I knew? Just a snake hiding behind a pretty mask.

Suddenly, Blair's eyes from that final day flashed in my mind-tired, lonely, but still so fiercely strong. She was dead-her body still missing at the bottom of that cliff-and only now were we uncovering the truth. But she would never hear our apologies. I clenched my fists so tightly my nails bit into my skin. All I felt was rage. And regret. Burning me alive. Conclusion The chapter closes on a harrowing revelation that shatters the fragile trust between Carrie and those who once believed in her.

The raw emotions of betrayal, guilt, and anger intertwine, leaving Lysander and Christian grappling with the painful truth behind Carrie's deceit. As the weight of her lies settles heavily in the room, the characters are forced to confront the devastating reality that the person they thought they knew was a carefully constructed illusion. Amidst the turmoil, the memory of Blair lingers like a haunting echo, a silent witness to the chaos wrought by Carrie's actions.

As Christian's fury reaches a boiling point, the fragile bonds between the siblings are threatened like never before. The emotional fallout from Carrie's confession will force each character to confront their own pain, guilt, and shattered trust, leaving readers on edge about what fractures might become irreparable. Amidst the chaos, the lingering mystery of Blair's fate continues to haunt the family, casting a shadow over their grief and anger. The tension between past secrets and present betrayals will build, stirring questions about loyalty, forgiveness, and the cost of deception.