Chapter 88 Judgment by Moonlight
Kirby POV – Crimson Moon Pack Headquarters
“What did you say?! Lars went to Westview himself?!”
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I could barely keep upright as I listened to Father Marcus’s furious roar through thems. The world spun around me.
It’s over. Everything is over.
The reporters Father sent to humiliate Leslie didn’t force her to submit. Instead, they ended up delivering the ultimate p across our faces–right in front of the Lycan King himself!
This wasn’t personal anymore. This was an act of war against the entire Rogue Pack royal family–direct, unprovoked, and unforgivable.
“Kirby! Contact Leslie immediately!” Father’s bellow rattled the speakers. “Tell her that if she returns the Ancestor’s Fang right now, I’ll publicly clear her name in the media, on behalf of Crimson Moon Pack! I’ll even… I’ll even allow her to return to Crimson Moon Pack!”
Return… to Crimson Moon Pack?
Hearing his condescending, self–important offer made my stomach churn with a wave of revulsion I couldn’t suppress.
“Father,” my voice came out hoarse and low, “don’t you get it yet? She doesn’t care.”
“To her, everything we have… might just be a joke.”
Just then, my friend Leiss called me in a panic.
“Kirby! Something’s happened! Leslie–she… she-”
I clicked the link he sent,
It was a livestream.
On the screen, Leslie stood on a raised tform, Lars and his two powerful sons behind her.
At her feet was a mass of trembling bodies–those same reporters who had hurled filth and insults at her in Halinport.
She didn’t speak.
She only stared down at them, her eyes cold and divine, as if judging mere mortals from a
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throne of stars.
Her presence was suffocating, absolute. The space itself seemed to bend to her will.
Then came the moment I would never forget.
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She slowly raised her hand. A silver longbow, woven from pure moonlight, appeared in her grasp.
She drew the bowstring.
A glowing arrow formed from condensed lunar energy, aimed directly at the lead reporter- the one who’d hurled that rotten tomato at her.
I held my breath. I thought the arrow would be loosed without mercy.
But she didn’t release it.
Instead, her eyes shifted–thoughtful, almost pitying. Then she let go of the bowstring. The arrow vanished into the air.
“Violence is not the only answer,” her voice echoed across the square via the live broadcast. Cold. Majestic. “But your sins will be punished.”
She raised her hand again. This time, a gentle beam of moonlight streamed from her fingertip and enveloped the reporter.
His body trembled. He opened his mouth to speak, to beg–but no sound came out.
Terror twisted his face into a mask of silent horror.
“From this moment forward,” Leslie dered, calm as ever, “you will no longer be able to speak. Not until you learn respect and humility.”
She turned to the next reporter and did the same.
One by one, each of those who had hurled insults at her were silenced by that same graceful punishment.
Moonlight cascaded across their bodies like a quiet judgment, and one by one, their voices were
stolen.
“Any who dare insult me or the honor of the Rogue Pack royal family with words or deeds,” Leslie said, her voice sweeping through the livestream like a divine edict, “will face the same fate. Your silence shall be the eternal reminder of your crimes.”
Dead silence fell across the stream.
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Everyone watching this “trial” was shaken to their core.
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She didn’t resort to bloodshed–she’d gone further. She’d stripped these reporters of the one thing they relied on: their voices.
To those who lived by the word, it was a punishment worse than death.
I stared at her on the screen. She looked like the moon goddess herself–cold, regal, unshakable. A surge of indescribable emotion swelled in my chest.
This wasn’t mere power.
This was strategy, justice, and authority, woven together into a single act.
She had shown the entire continent her strength and her resolve.
The woman who once appeared fragile before me… had now be a queen that could strike terror into the hearts of all who crossed her.
Just then, mym buzzed again.
Leiss was calling back–his voice trembling with panic.
“Crimson Moon Pack! Kirby–did you see that?!”
<b>“</b><b>I </b>saw it.” My voice cracked, hoarse beyond recognition. <i>“</i><i>I </i><i>let </i><i>a </i><i>queen </i><i>slip </i><i>through </i><i>my </i><i>fingers</i>.”
“No! That’s not what I mean!” Leiss sounded on the verge of tears. “Check her Moonbook page! She–she posted my nudes! Everyone on the continent has seen them now!”
I reflexively opened her official Moonbook profile.
There it was.
A photo so socially lethal it could ruin a werewolf’s life in a single scroll.
Pinned to the top of the page.
Beneath it was a caption, posted with her verified Westview Governor ount.
“I heard someone wanted to make a scandal out of my private life?”
“Then why don’t we start by admiring the ‘manhood‘ of Crimson Moon Pack’s finest… ‘brother‘?”
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