Share
Chapter Twenty-Six: Troll Bomb
Vuko POV
I watch Seersha and Silvia walk off knowing that however this ends, Silvia is likely to be angry with me.
It's a price I am willing to pay for her safety. Silvia believes she will be safe because she has to. The alternative is to believe that her own brother wants her dead and what sane person could believe that?
Even with Jedan's direct physical attacks on me, it took a long time for me to accept that he hated me. I send a silent prayer to the Godess that this ends with Silvia angry with me and not Silvia heartbroken over her brother's hatred of her.
I pick up speed, racing back to where I agreed with Fulvio that he would wait. We didn't know where Seersha would lead Silvia and the risk was too high that she would scent him if he followed, so we meet back at the Diner. Of course. I'm getting used to this weird glass packhouse with the troll cook. Normal is just what you can get used to.
Fulvio is there with Graydon A
Related chapters
Wolf Moon Chapter Twenty-Seven: Into the Viaduct
Vuko POVWhen we leave the diner I start getting anxious. What if we're too late? What if Didi has already attacked her? What if she's at this moment lying injured or ... I don't want to think of anything worse than injured.Fulvio is keeping pace next to me."She has the iron," he says, "Silvia the Ironwolf, she will be okay." He smiles and lopes ahead.I shouldn't worry, we are moving pretty fast, following Graydon the Airwolf. I use a little edge, letting Vi take over for a bit to outrun the others. They quickly understand what I'm doing and do the same themselves, until it becomes like a game of werewolf tag. We can't help ourselves, we let out whoops and howls of happiness.CUT. IT. OUT!!!!We all hear the mindlink and our wolves obey instantly. A command that feels almost as strong as an Alpha's. It's a command that completely takes over our muscles and nerves and fibres. We could no sooner disobey that command t
Wolf Moon 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
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.
Latest chapter
- 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
