Semua Bab Twin Moon: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Aurora. Once Gunner left the room with his Mate, the warm feeling of calmness left with him. I don’t know how he does it, and it’s starting to bug me. One moment I'd be filled with rage and ready to kill, the next, he says some words and it’s as if I melt like butter. Deep down, buried under a mountain of self-hate, distrust and vengefulness, I think I may trust him. There is still something there. Even though I now see that he could never want me like he does the witch, there is still a connection between us. I just need to find out what it is. Preferably before I kill off the rest of his pack, so I know whether or not he needs to die along with them. I don’t want to be here, especially without Gunner, not with these animals. I want the calmness back. The calmness that I only feel from him. The dark-haired woman from my ghost dream thingy, Lunaya, Gunner called her, she was getting on my nerves. She thinks I can’t hear her, but I can. Whispering and crying to the small woman at he

Aurora. Like a thundering giant, Lupus placed himself between me and the two women, and growled down at me threateningly. Somehow, he managed to make himself look three times larger than he did before. I have only seen this man when he was smiling or joking. This side of him however, is impressive. The extended fangs, the angry eyes, the tense muscles, the aura of power he was exuding. There is no argument, he is dangerous. I've still taken down bigger animals though. “You are a guest in my home, you will show respect to my Mate while you are under this roof” he bellowed, the sound echoed around the kitchen, bouncing off the walls. Roe placed her hand on his chest, and it was like he deflated. All the anger and tension left the room and he looked down at her gently. “If you’ll all excuse me, I'm going to check on the t... I'm going upstairs” Roe said before kissing Lupus on the cheek and leaving the room. Lupus glared back at me before he sat back down on his stool. “Well, out w

Aurora. “Hello daughter of mine” that same voice chimed, only it wasn’t from the woman holding the child, it came from beside me. I snapped my eyes over my shoulder and jumped back. The woman was now standing next to me, but she was still sitting on the mattress as well. I flipped my head from the woman on the mattress, to the woman standing in front of me, and back and forth again. She chuckled, the sound sounding more like gentle bells than a laugh.  “I am her, and she is me. Just as she is you, and you are her” she said rhythmically while waving to the young girl. So, she confirmed it then. The girl is me, well a younger me, but me all the same.

Zelena. I stared at Elaine’s face, trying to get my brain to digest the words. A message. What message, and from who? My eyes flicked to the Indian beauty sitting beside her, Venus, who stared back with a blank expression. I was quick to realise that I wasn’t going to get anything out of her. I moved my gaze over to my mother. She looked worried, maybe even a little shaken. There's definitely something going on here. I could just make out a red line on her forehead, just below her hair line. From a distance it looks like a partially healed wound. I dropped Gunner’s hand and marched over to her, grabbing her face and pulling her head down so I could see it more clearly. I could still smell the blood on her, and the freshness of the mark tells me this was recent, like very recent. Lunaya carefully patted my wrist and pulled it from her cheek. “I’m fine hon” she said earnestly, “What happened?” I demanded. When she didn’t answer immediately, I looked over her shoulder to Alyse, who q

Zelena. Lunaya looked back down at me with a warm gentle smile. She is a good woman, I can see that now. I regret being so hard on her back when she told me the truth about who she really was. I was awful to her then, thought it does feel like a whole other lifetime ago now. I'm actually very lucky to have her. She's so strong and brave, and unbelievably resilient. But there is so much more to her, so much that she hides from everyone else around. She has a softness to her, there’s a motherly glow in her eyes when she looks at me. Roe has the same kind of spark in her gaze too. I know I can trust her, with anything and everything, including my deepest fears and insecurities. All the daunting feelings filling my chest, the fears I have for the fast-approaching end to this prophecy. I know that can share them all with her, without the possibility of her judging me, or seeing me as weak. I have no doubt she is carrying many of the same fears. I sighed heavily and opened my mouth to spea