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13: Traces of Krista (1)

ผู้เขียน: Ena Starr
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Jacob

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The first scouting team returned over a week later in the late afternoon, their faces drawn with exhaustion but carrying a flicker of something I hadn’t seen in weeks—hope. Luckily, I had not been out patrolling when they returned.

As they filed into my study, I motioned for them to sit. I straightened in my chair, forcing myself to stay calm. I had no illusions of easy answers, but I was desperate for any news, however small. Each of their faces was marked by exhaustion, but their lea
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  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   87: Known for So Long (1)

    Jacob*There were hundreds of little boys in the Red Moon pack. Luke had not been with us at Alpha Magnus' Final Farewell. Asher could not have seen him there. There had been no reason for him to know that the little boy existed, let alone identify him as someone worth sending wolves into another Alpha's territory to steal. The questions collided inside my head.How had Asher known about my son?Who had told him?And why had Luke been important enough to become the original objective of the attack?Beside me, Samuel seemed to arrive at the same conclusion. He looked directly at the rogue. “How did you know the boy?” The rogue's sobbing continued as he writhed in pain, but Samuel did not look away.“Why did you come for him?”The room fell into a tense silence around the questions, the rogue trying his hardest to not speak. He barely lasted five minutes before he finally answered, weeping and shaking in his chains. “We came here to kill him.”A chill seemed to envelope the entire room.

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   86: Viperweed (2)

    Jacob*As if he had not heard him, Samuel lifted the bucket and tipped it. The paste began pouring over the rogue's head. The thick mixture dribbled down his hair and forehead before running along his face and neck. It soaked into his clothes, slipping under the fabric and spreading across his skin.The rogue jerked against his restraints. No one moved to help him. Krista and I watched in silence. There was no satisfaction in seeing him covered in the substance. My anger toward him and the wolves he served had nothing to do with enjoying his suffering. I simply wanted answers.Leah stepped forward and revealed another small pouch. “This is the antidote to the viperweed paste,” she said. She held it where the rogue could see it. “It is usually best taken sixty seconds after exposure, especially for such a concentrated amount.” Her expression remained cold. “If you give us an answer now, we'll give it to you.”The rogue stared at her. His breathing had begun to change, becoming heavier

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   86: Viperweed (1)

    Jacob*My anger burned hotter with every step.All the damage he had done to my pack tonight came rushing back to me. The blood spilled at the borders. The soldiers who had come running when I was attacked and never made it back. Kenan nearly dying. Luke being taken from his home. That last thought was enough to make my hands curl into fists. Asher had endangered my son.He had walked into my territory, crossed my borders, attacked my people, and taken a child from his own bedroom as though Red Moon belonged to him.I would not forgive that.As we reached the entrance, Samuel pushed open the heavy door, and we began descending into the depths of the dungeon. With every step downward, the sounds of the pack above disappeared until there was only the echo of our footsteps against stone. I made myself a promise as I descended: I would have Alpha Asher's head.The thought settled inside me with a cold certainty. Whatever happened next, whatever answers we dragged out of the wolves he had

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   85: Own Flesh, Own Blood (2)

    Jacob*“He almost stumbled over his own feet,” she said, laughing softly. “But he was determined to get away with that piece of fish.”A laugh escaped me then, but it caught painfully in my throat and came out sounding more like a sob. I lowered my head for a moment, pressing my lips together as I tried to contain the strange mixture of amusement and grief twisting through me.“Did he like the fish?” I asked quietly.Krista nodded. “He did. Although he cried at first because there was so much pepper in it.”I huffed a laugh.“But he asked for some again the next time I ate it,” she added.“Then tomorrow, I’ll have the kitchen prepare as much fish as Luke can eat.” The words came out resolutely, almost before I had thought them through.Krista looked at me, and her smile was watery. “He’ll love that.”I wanted to hold on to that smile. I wanted to stay exactly where I was, beside my son, and listen to every story she had accumulated over the years I had never known existed. I wanted t

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   85: Own Flesh, Own Blood (1)

    Jacob*Grief tore through me so violently that I would have stumbled if I had not already been on my knees. My hand remained against Luke’s cheek, his skin warm against my palm. My son. The words echoed through my mind, again and again, until they seemed to drown out everything else. My son.I had missed his first steps, his first words, his first birthday.The nights he had woken frightened from nightmares, the moments when he had been sick, the little triumphs that had made him proud of himself. I had missed every little thing that made up the first years of his life, every ordinary moment that a father should have had the privilege of witnessing. I had not even known I was missing them.My chest constricted painfully as suddenly, everything clicked into place: why this boy had felt familiar ti me when I could not explain it, why I had found myself wanting to protect it with a force I could not make sense of, why something inside me reacted every time he reached for me. Because h

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   84: Tell Him Tomorrow (2)

    Krista*The sudden apology startled me enough that I immediately looked at him. “What?”His jaw was tight, his expression hard, though I could tell the anger wasn't directed at me. “I’m sorry, Krista.”“You've done nothing wrong.” I frowned at him. “Why are you apologizing to me?”His gaze darkened. “That bastard came for me.” The bitterness in his voice made it clear exactly who he meant. “Because I wasn't prepared, he was able to walk straight into the pack and take Luke.” His hands curled at his sides. “If anything had happened to that little boy because of me…”“I should be thanking you,” I cut in quietly. His eyes snapped to mine. “You risked your life to save him today.” I could still see it when I closed my eyes. Jacob running across that narrow, crumbling path. The stone breaking beneath his feet. The river raging under him. The way he had kept going anyway. “Because of you, Luke is alive and safe,” I said. “You brought him back.”Jacob looked away. His voice was rough when h

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   3: Ritual Dance (1)

    KristaI stared at my reflection, willing the hollow look in my eyes to fade, forcing my lips to curve into a passable smile. But the result looked as tired and insincere as I felt inside. Tonight, of all nights, I couldn't afford to let my emotions slip through the cracks. Tonight was about duty,

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   2: A Dress for a Broken Heart (2)

    KristaWhat had I expected? That Jacob would magically fall in love with me just because we’d spent a few years married? That he would look at me one day and suddenly see me, really see me, instead of the shadow I’d become in his life?I let out a bitter laugh, though it sounded more like a sob. Wh

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   2: A Dress for a Broken Heart (1)

    KristaAs I entered the house, the door creaked softly behind me, though the faint murmur of activity throughout the manor drowned out any noise I made. Before I could even take another step, one of the maids rushed toward me, her face flushed with anxiety as she fumbled with a small notepad in her

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   1: Unwanted Luna (1)

    KristaI watched from a distance as Greta chased after her three boys, her voice carrying on the wind, strained and full of exhaustion. They were darting in every direction, little whirlwinds of energy, their laughter ringing out in the warm afternoon air. It was a familiar scene, one that made me

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