บททั้งหมดของ Fake Vow, True Luna: บทที่ 231 - บทที่ 240

OliviaWith Nathan acting as my protective barrier, I felt, for a brief second, a momentary relief. But that was short-lived as Ryan’s men closed in, their intent clear in their eyes: it was either Elliot or war.Yet, as they inched closer, with an uncanny synchronicity, figures began to emerge from the other side of the clearing. The dim sun breaking through the storm clouds harshly illuminated their forms, and my heart leaped as I recognized some of them.Nathan’s men. Just as Nathan promised, they had been concealed, waiting, watching, prepared for this very moment.Ryan’s smug expression faltered briefly, replaced momentarily by one of surprise and begrudging respect. He hadn’t expected this.“You really think you can outnumber us, Nathan?” Ryan taunted, though I could detect the slightest hint of uncertainty in his voice.“It’s not about numbers, Ryan,” Nathan responded, his voice laced with both menace and confidence. “It’s about loyalty, and the bonds forged not by blood, but b

OliviaThe forest around us was dense and foreboding, with the heavy scent of freshly overturned earth and spilt blood. Birds that had scattered during the confrontation now tentatively returned to their perches, their chirping forming a soft, mournful backdrop.“Come on,” Nathan said gently, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “Let’s get home.”Pain shot through my leg as I tried to stand. A wince escaped my lips, and in an instant, Nathan was back at my side. His own face was grimy, sweat and dirt mixed with scratches from the fight.Yet, even in his battered state, his concern for me overshadowed his own discomfort.“Let me help you,” he whispered, bending down and carefully lifting me to my feet. I winced again, the jolt of pain reminding me of the harsh blows I had taken during the car crash.“Can you walk?” Nathan asked, peering into my eyes, searching for any signs of a more serious injury.I tried to take a step and stumbled, a sharp sting in my ankle making it clear tha

Olivia“It can’t be true…”The atmosphere in the room felt thick with tension, like a pot of water that was about to boil over. My confusion about the entire ordeal was mirrored only by the sudden shift in the air, one of unease.I took a step back, my head still reeling from the shockwave that ran across the room. My wolf was right; the strength she gave me did make me feel sick. But it was gone now, and I had achieved what needed to be done.Elliot was safely in Nathan’s arms, away from the Elders, and that was all that mattered.Mingan’s poised form appeared to bristle with uncertainty. “Did you always know, Olivia? Have you been playing us for fools? Did you truly know what was in your blood all along?” she asked, her voice quivering.The weight of her question seemed to press down on me, heavy and suffocating.As she spoke, the room around us seemed almost darker, every shadow taking on an ominous depth. Each flicker of the candlelight on the villa’s woodwork, every rustle of the

Olivia“Olivia, I think you might be the next incarnation of the Ancient Wolf.”The room felt smaller, suffocated by the weight of Nathan’s revelation. The flickering candlelight cast wavering shadows across the aged tomes and scrolls, as if the very walls were reacting to the news.“The Ancient Wolf?” I whispered, trying to wrap my head around the concept. I could feel my heart racing, a mixture of fear and disbelief whirling through my mind. “Nathan, that’s... it’s impossible. I can’t be the Ancient Wolf.”I let out a wry laugh, half expecting Nathan to be joking. But Nathan’s face, usually so composed, showed nothing but raw emotion.He paced the floor, his hands running through his hair. “I know how it sounds, Olivia. I didn’t want to believe it at first either. But with everything that’s happened...” He trailed off, his gaze falling on me.I sank into the room’s sole armchair by my aunt’s old desk, the chair’s velvet cushion cold against my skin. “You have to be mistaken,” I said

OliviaThe pale blue color of the full moon draped itself over the clearing like a blanket, transforming the environment into a realm of mystique. The grass shimmered like a sea of silver, the standing stones whispered tales of an age gone by, and all around was a tangible hush, as if the world held its breath.But I felt anything but calm.The hooded woman stepped forward with a deliberateness that sent shivers down my spine. It was as though time seemed to bow to her, each step syncing with the rhythmic beat of my own heart.She came to a halt right in the center of the moonlit stage nature had crafted. Resting my hand on Nathan’s shoulder, I felt him become tense as the stranger came closer, his protective growl adding a base note to the nocturnal symphony around us.“Who are you?” I demanded, my voice carrying authority I wasn’t quite sure whether I felt or not. The mystery of the stranger’s shrouded face made it all the more daunting.Silence stretched between us, like a tangible