Semua Bab Second Chance for Revenge: The Reborn Luna.: Bab 111 - Bab 120

AUTHOR'S POVEverett didn't understand why he was going back to her after everything that had happened. She basically was a killer, a murderer, and wasn't even remorseful about what had happened.In her head, it was the right thing to do.Still, he found himself going down into the chambers where she was said to have been staying.This also came as a surprise to him, because he'd expected that after his capture, she would have been taken captive. Ut made him curious about what had transpired while he was away.He knocked on the door, and waited for a response.Shuffling came from behind the door, and a dry, "Who is it?"He was about to open his mouth to speak when the door hinges screamed as the door was pulled open, baring before him the very woman he had every reason to avoid.Her eyes went wide with surprise. "You?"Without responding, he went past her into the room and shut the door himself."Yes, it's me."She moved slowly, as though the sight of him had slowed down her reflexes.

ORLADays passed, and we spent each and every one of it in deep-rooted tension and anticipation. We all knew that Daniel would strike soon, and despite countless efforts done to even catch a glimpse of his elusive presence, we always returned with nothing but dust in our palms.He didn't want to be found, and he had made sure of that.Maverick came up with an idea. As crazy as it sounded, we couldn't help but agree that it was an offer that even Daniel himself wouldn't be able to resist.We had to paint the illusion that we were no longer focused on his impending attack, that we had cast the worries away and had turned to facing our own lives.A wedding. Our wedding.Werewolf weddings were in some ways, similar to that of humans. A priest wasn't needed to bless the union, because two wolves coming together in marriage was one orchestrated by the moon goddess above. We only needed her blessing.While it made me feel a little bit uneasy that a day that was supposed to be special to the

ORLAWe'd barely made it to the other end of the forest when a figure clad in black from head to toe emerged.Her eyes were a startling green. She pulled down her hood and unleashed her dark locks, letting them billow in the wind behind her.I knew her! She was the same witch that had attacked me back then in the forest months ago. The same one that I thought Makila had saved me from.So it was true that she still lived.As soon as the realisation sunk in, she held out both hands towards us, and pain exploded from deep within my head.I screamed, falling to my knees immediately. It was like a bomb had gone off in my head. A loud ringing sound started in my ears, blocking out the sound of everything and anything else.I needed it to stop.As though like an answer to my prayers, the pain started to let go of me, and I dropped on my arms, gasping for air as my vision cleared. When I raised my head, I saw that all her focus had shifted to Maverick, but unlike me, he was still on his feet

ORLAMy jaw nearly dropped to the floor. How could she have known about that? "What are you talking about?" I asked, just in case I was missing anything. Grasping at the hopes that maybe I was the one that misheard her words. "I'm talking about you being here once again. Your . . . Condition."I shook my head. No. She couldn't have known about it. I didn’t tell anyone! Not after what had happened with Ella. I'd learned the hard way what happens when one tries to defy the laws that governed such peculiarities. I didn’t have the strength to try it again. So how did she know?"You're wondering how I know, right? Well, let's just say that as witches, we're not so far removed from your Moon Goddess. Our mother, Hecate, from which all witches descended from, was also a lover of that big silver rock up in the sky."Being a witch goes far beyond being able to read fortunes and cast spells. It also means we can see things that are . . . different. Like let's say, people that carry a certain

MAVERICKI howled from the bone shattering blow to my side. The pain moved like lightning from the point of contact, into my spine, and then into my brain. I'd never felt such a degree of pain in my life, and I had to admit that it made me stagger. To gain the upper hand in this fight, I had to be strategic. Daniel's wild fighting style had earned me a sick bite to the shoulder and now a giant wound by my side. Refusing to be rattled, I took in a deep breath and shifted out of the way assessing the wound to see how great it was. Red blood trailed down my side, wetting my fur and pressing the hairs flat against my body.I retreated, looking for one quick moment to catch my breath, but Daniel was having none of it. It was as though he wanted to keep hurling attacks at me until I was too bombarded to even fight back. He probably didn't think that I would catch on to his game so quickly.At least, Everett had shifted back to human form, and seemed to no longer be acting feral, but it di