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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Wolf Alarm
Vuko POV
Graydon takes out torches and bandannas from his backpack. We each wrap a bandanna around our face. I don't know what he soaked it in--super-strength peppermint maybe--but it helps. Clicking on the torches does not.
I can't believe that I passed through here. I must have been nearly delirious with exhaustion and dehydration. I can't believe Silvia passed through here. What must she have been thinking?
We are standing in an open space from which tunnels fan out. There are echoey plinks of water meeting the wet concrete floor and slithering noises from the gutters that run along the sides of the walls. The tunnels ooze viscious liquid and seem to pulse as if they are alive. I suppress a shudder. It will not do to have Graydon think the Alpha accompanying him is a giant baby.
We move together starting from the tunnel on our left. There will be a mark, he mindlinks, for their pack to know which tunnel. Look
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Wolf Moon Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Cathedral
Silvia POV "Little brother," I say, then again, "Little brother." I hold out my hands, palms upwards, in silent supplication. I'm trying to understand this Alpha, this grown werewolf who I don't know. What is his wolf even like? What was his Naming like? Who are his friends? I drop my hands "I didn't recognize you," he says finally. "What do you mean?" I say. I try to approach him but Seersha steps in front of me. I glare at her and she glares back. This is not going well. But what did he mean that he didn't recognize me? "You ..." his voice is quiet, soft, hurt. He looks around him, at his pack, clears his throat and tries again. "You were different. After the iron." His voice is stronger and more authoritative. He is insecure in his role as Alpha, I realise. He is worried he will do something to make his pack think he should not be their Alpha. That's a dangerous position. "I wa
Wolf Moon Chapter Thirty: Hemming the Ironwolf
Silvia POV I recognize the smell instantly. In the old stories they talk about the effect of troll stink. In the pictures, entire armies are razed to the ground as a troll stands over them, grinning through teeth like haphazardly strewn gravestones. I always wondered how I would know if I was smelling troll stink. Now I know. Fer is screeching in my head and I feel myself begin to vibrate as the shift comes over me, relentless and unstoppable. I bring my hands to my head-- it feels ready to explode. No, no, no, no, no, I mutter as though that will stop anything. My body is so hot I think I will melt the marble I'm standing on and then it's cold, so cold I feel my limbs will just crack right off. It's the iron! The iron is doing something. I dimly hear myself shriek in pain and fall to my knees. The first time the iron took hold was like ice. Everything was cold and hard. Then, the pain of the first transformation of my wolf was indist
Wolf Moon Chapter Thirty-One: Esme's Mistake
Vuko POV Graydon is staring at me in horror, his face drained of all colour as the Wolf Alarm echoes off the damp walls of the tunnel. Our torches are on the ground beneath us, lighting us eerily--and uselessly--from below. We are now well-lit sitting ducks. The net that has us trapped, swings around lazily. I want to say I'm sorry, but it's too late for that now. All my fault. I was lured by the trap. I triggered the net. And then I panicked and barked out the Wolf Alarm. I can't meet Graydon's eyes but I also can't move my head so I have to stare right back at him. What do I do? Call out another Wolf Alarm and hope it offsets the first one? Graydon provides the answer. "Cover your nose," he hisses. The net swings crazily as we both try to scrabble for some fabric that will cover our faces, our skin and hair and clothing sticking to the net. Where did they even get these ropes. Trying to cover our faces is pointless. I realis
Wolf Moon Chapter Thirty-Two: The Life Stone
Vuko POV The wolf stands over Silvia, its paws straddling her. Beyond them is Seersha who hides her face in her hands. Her shoulders heave with sobs. The wolf is not big and so I don’t understand how it overpowered Silvia. Why is she still in her human form? It looks up as we approach, slowing down as we try to understand what we are seeing. On the walls around us, guards writhe, pinnacled by some unseen force. The wolf looks up, its green eyes luminous in the torchlight of the cathedral. Blood—Silvia’s blood—drips from its mouth. I try to understand but my heart won’t accept this truth. I know this wolf. I saw this wolf at its Naming. This is Hemming, Didi’s wolf. But Didi is Silvia’s brother. What brother would do this to his sister? It’s impossible. The wolf’s eyes scan us, then settle on me. He snarls and I see the glint of his iron teeth. For the first time since Esme told us what she was forced to do for Didi, I understand how s
Wolf Moon Chapter Thirty-Three: Parting
Vuko POV The cathedral is quiet as I feel everyone's eyes on me. My mouth is dry and suddenly I don't have the words. I'm thinking about the moon cycle and how much time has already passed since the promise I made so glibly to the dreamed man in the Barren--who I now know is Dylan, Esme's son. I do a quick calculation and realise that we are already a week from my promise. That should be enough time surely? I put my hand to my chest, where the pendant containing the stone hangs in the leather holder Silvia gave me for it. I marvel now at how she trusted me. She knew I was hiding it from the witch but she still trusted me enough after all this time to make the right choice. Now I'm not so sure I have. Maybe if I had shown the witch the stone sooner I wouldn't be kneeling over Silvia's half-dead body? "Actually," I say, "Maybe it's better if I show you." Carefully, I take the necklace off. My fingers trace the inscriptio
Wolf Moon Chapter Thirty-Four: Dreaming
Silvia POV There’s no pain. In this place, even the memory of Hemming’s eyes—cold and green as ice—softens, fades. Didi’s cruel words are muffled, I no longer feel their sting. At first I fought it. It had been only moments. Hemmings teeth flashing with iron. His claws reaching for me. Then a sense of plummeting, twisting, and turning. Only there was no fall. There was just the sensation of falling and then I was here, in this field with the warm, fragrant breeze hushing through the long grass, clouds of dandelion floating over me. Perhaps I’ve just fallen asleep? But when? Which part stopped being real? Seersha’s betrayal? Didi’s anger? His attack? Falling? A low moan draws my attention and I turned over. A man lies sleeping, his smooth, brown back to me. Dandelions have fallen into his dark curls. He smells like home. He smells like memories that make me smile. "Vuko?" I whisper, placing a hand on his arm. He doesn't stir.
Wolf Moon Chapter Thirty-Five: The Fulvio Dream
Silvia POV "Silvia?" says Fulvio, running his hand through his hair and looking around. "Where are we?" "He can't see us," whispers Darius. "I think you might need a private moment here." Before I can say anything, he waves his hand and he and Luka fade. They have not vanished completely. It is as though they are both behind dark glass. I see them moving like shadows behind the glass. Darius sits in a chair near Luka, just watching him as he works. Luka hunches over his drawing board, then sits up straight, grinning at his work. He seems completely unaware of his father sitting just a metre or so away. I turn back to Fulvio. "A garden," I say. "Or maybe a plantation? I'm not sure. Why are you here?" "I don't remember," he says. He takes a step toward me. "I just suddenly had this feeling that I had to be near you. May I?" He stretches out his hand toward me. I place my hand in his and he pulls me toward him.
Wolf Moon Chapter Thirty-Six: Leaving Loop City
Vuko POV I follow the witch blindly, not seeing what is in front of me, only that Fulvio is behind me, kneeling over Silvia, tending to her. She will wake and see him. They will fall in love. It will be too late for me. My own heart echoes the thundering trembles of the viaduct ahead of us. But is it my imagination or is the ground actually jumping under our feet? I'm still staring at my feet trying to figure out this new variation of everything collapsing when the Cook-Troll comes lumbering up behind us. He seems to have given up on his human-form disguise. The jumping stops when he does. "Need some help, guys?" he asks. His troll voice sounds like stones tumbling against granite. He must have been a pretty quiet Cook to go unnoticed in Loop City. Esme and I look at each other. I don't know if she's thinking of the trollbomb as well but we both say "No!" at the same time and equally adamantly. "But tha
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- Wolf Moon Chapter Fifty-Six: Vuko and Silvia
- Wolf Moon Chapter Fifty-Five: Ceremony
- Wolf Moon Chapter Fifty Four: Wolf Moon
- Wolf Moon Chapter Fifty-Three: It's Not Over Until the Ceremony
- Wolf Moon Chapter Fifty-Two: The Final Battle
- Wolf Moon Chapter Fifty-One: Packhouse
- Wolf Moon Chapter Fifty: The Rhyme
- Wolf Moon Chapter Forty-Nine: Leaving Loop City
- Wolf Moon Chapter Forty-Eight: Freywolf
