Meanwhile, back in the command post in Moonclaw’s main headquarters.It was late already, but it was still noisy as people ran about, trying to get through to the team that had gone after the rich rogue merchant, Lord Conoron.The room was stuffy and smelled of stale coffee and the sour body odor from being in a cramped space for a long time.sharp tang of stress, the flickering monitors casting harsh light across Ryk rubbed his eyes. They were beginning to have temporary black circles from sitting all day looking at the computer screen as the tech team tried to track down the field team.His face was bruised and bloodied but he didn’t give a damn. He stood bent over a central console, his uniform was wrinkled and had a few stains, his body was beginning to shake frequently from exhaustion as he barked orders into his comm device, his voice was rough and tired but he wasn’t ready to give up just yet.“Keep trying Marcus’s line,” he snapped, his tired eyes fixed on a screen that stil
Moonclaw town square was filled to the brim with women attending the women’s day meeting. Loud music was playing as some of the younger women danced, most of them having fun. The smell of the Luna’s soup, added to the vibe of the meeting as most women looked forward to the food. Abigail had made sure to put bowls of soup in front of them. Keira stood on a small platform, her gown stained with soup, she had let her hair down, her face looked tired but she looked tired, so far the meeting had been a success. The women had embraced her, cheering for her warmly and giving her nice words of encouragement. For the first time in weeks, she felt seen. Meanwhile In the kitchen that was nearby, Abigail and her mother, Madam Catherine, were working tirelessly, their aprons stained from the flour and herbs, they were almost done with the soup and were now dishing it out in various smaller bowls. “This is amazing, Mom,” Abigail said as she took out another stack of bowls from the ones
The morning sun shone through the hole in the hospital window, bringing a soft golden light into the small room where Keira had collapsed the night before. Her eyes slowly opened. The feeling of exhaustion remained in her body, but the few hours of sleep had energized her a little and reduced the sharp feeling of her fatigue. The room smelled of antiseptic as she slowly sat up in bed. She could hear the cleaners outside already mopping and whispering among themselves.She pushed herself up from the bed, her hair was tangled, and her gown was rumpled but still clean, her mind was already racing with everything she had to do today, it was going to be a busy day.She had the Women’s Day meeting in just a few hours, and with it, the tradition of Luna’s soup, a responsibility she wasn’t sure she could carry right now, her mind was on Callum and Ryk, she closed her eyes trying to will herself to just stand up and get everything done.She took a deep breath and swung her legs over the sid
The hospital room was quiet, the type of silence that could make anyone’s imagination feel loud.The room was clean and looked warm as the bedside lamp beside the bed glowed.The room still smelled of the oats and banana Callum had taken a few minutes ago before he used his drug and fell asleep. Keira sat exhaustedly in a chair beside Callum’s bed, her black hair looked dull as it dangled a few of its strands around her pale, exhausted face. The gown she was wearing was wrinkled, stained with days of worry and sleepless nights, her hands were folded still in anxiousness in her lap as she watched Callum sleep. He slept so peacefully that it almost made her believe everything was fine again.Ever since he lost his memory he had looked so peaceful and caring, the total opposite of the Callum she had known.She looked down at his face, and he looked peaceful but empty, untouched by the memories that had once defined him. Keira sighed, she felt torn between accepting he would never kno
It was still quiet in the interrogation room as Ryk continued to process what he had just heard.Both men had grave looks on their faces.The room still had the smell of stale coffee, blood, and the sour smell of Fardar’s alcohol.Ryk sat across from the fardar, he looked devastated, his whole body felt tense, his bruised face filled with exhaustion, his dark eyes looking dull from the effects of everything he had just realized, the realization that had just struck him leaving him in shock.He was having a hard time believing it.Lord Conoron, the exiled Moonclaw merchant, Isabel’sGrandfather, Konan’s adoptive father, was the rogue merchant who was behind Konan’s kidnapping, and likely Keira’s kidnapping. He hadn’t expected every clue he had been chasing to lead here.The puzzle pieces were beginning to come together and make sense slowly.He ran his hand through his hair in frustration.Fardar sat still in his handcuffs, he looked scared and relieved at the same time, his scarred n
They were back in the interrogation room again.It was midnight. Moonclaw’s main headquarters was empty, and most of the other officers had headed home. It was a Friday night, a day on which they all had permission to spend with their families.Ryk sat tiredly in a metal chair. His large shoulders were sagging from exhaustion. He was tired. His body couldn’t keep up with this kind of life anymore, but he had no choice. He looked down at his wrinkled Moonclaw uniform. His face was bruised and bloodied from his brutal fight with Fardar earlier.He could barely see with his eyes, they were red and swollen, and he took out a handkerchief, cleaning the sweat off his forehead as he sighed again.He could barely keep his hands from shaking, his body felt like it was breaking apart, and he closed his eyes for a few seconds trying to keep himself together.He hadn’t slept for more than an hour all week.Across the table, Fardar sat in handcuffs, he looked too big for the room and too big for t