บททั้งหมดของ Return of the rejected white she luna : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Athena POVI went after the ring plan with a determined force, utilizing each ounce of concentration to overwhelm the reverberating tumult Sebastian's presence had awoken inside me. A large number of sketchbooks was loaded up with circling graphite lines as I attempted to catch Sienna's vulture vision for a definitive superficial point of interest."Make it shout 'costly' and 'selective'," she had murmured during our last gathering, crimson lips bent into a saccharine grin that didn't contact her eyes. Those misleading emerald irises had sliced to Sebastian then, at that point, improperly savoring his virile extents with undisguised belonging. As though engraving her future domain for all to see and regard like a threatening claymore in the ground.I still strikingly reviewed how his strong shoulders had maneuvered into a subtle jump at her bare-faced showcase. How those extraordinary jade eyes had wandered imperceptibly toward me with the barest gleam of...something I couldn't exactl

Athena POVAfter his dark disclosure, Sebastian's diversion hung over the cave like an oppressive mist. His strong shoulders stayed taut, his chiseled features etched into an unwavering frown, as he studied maps and gave more and more orders regarding security. He was radiating waves of anxiety that hung over the room like a thick cloak, contributing to the unsettling tension that hung over everything. The air itself seemed to be holding its breath in nervous anticipation of something.Every time I got closer to him, my own discomfort increased. It was an odd, irrational sensation, a foreboding of disaster. Whatever it was that was making Sebastian so nervous obviously alluded to something more sinister than a simple territorial dispute.I opened my most recent jewelry sketchbook and sank further into the recliner of the cave, enjoying my third cup of chamomile that morning. Sebastian's increasing fervor was causing me to feel discordant, so I turned to my craft and engaged in the pain

Liam POVThe shadows grew deeper and more intense, almost tangible, as we ventured beyond the relatively secure perimeter of the enclosure, creating the illusion that the forest was encroaching from all sides. A dense, stifling mass that was almost impossible to choke on stuck to the air with every breath."Is that tasteable to anyone else?" Reese rumbled from my side, his raspy rasp having a distinct edge. "Like a fetid and decayed substance that lingers on the tongue,"Our little company of scouts murmured a somber, tightly grouped agreement at his comments. Now even the inexperienced could smell the sickening stink of hideous decay, which was woven into the air itself like a pervasive poison and became thicker with every step.I felt my hackles progressively rise as the wolf snarled restlessly beneath me, its senses picking up on the ever increasing corruption that surrounded us. An overpowering, almost palpable sense of animosity made all of one's deepest instincts growl and make

Farrell POVIt's probably my fault for not anticipating the visuals. When your family is steeped in filthy heritage, there is some work-related risk. The sight usually emerges when you least expect it, such as amid a furious, no-holds-barred quest to defeat the demonic forces that have just wreaked havoc on your neighborhood. I've never been great at timing my psychic abilities.I am the psychic warrior and guardian of Sebastian's pack. I use my special abilities to detect dangers early on and then go into battle with my packmates to defend our area. This is a combat position that combines frontline combat tasks with psychic foresight.My first hint was that I was ready to have another floating migraine attack. A contraction like a boa squeezing its victim passed across my temples. At first, it was merely a minor pressure that might be dismissed as the normal physical strain of transitioning between wolf and human physiologies. However, the faint ache quickly transformed into a full-f

Symoné POVIt was my responsibility as the pack's huntress to keep everyone safe, especially the young ones who will continue our lineage. I had to use my unique psychic powers to identify danger before it affected our pack; I couldn't just watch on.I knew I had to move quickly when those horrible monster creatures entered our territory. The others in the pack were positioning themselves for an attack, but I had a feeling this menace went beyond physical.I used my abilities to surround us with a shield and chanted the appropriate phrases to control the paranormal forces. By blocking their strikes, my shield would stop the aliens from tearing apart reality itself. We had no choice but to stop them there.Immediately, I would like to make one thing abundantly clear: I am not the kind of she-wolf who sits about and waits to be discovered and saved. To any man who believes that I am feeble, I am about to give him an unpleasant shock. I'm not simply going to be here to quiet down and hav