Lahat ng Kabanata ng Broken trust: Luna's awakening : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

NARAH'S POVWhat if something bad had happened there? It was obvious Liora and Isolde were in danger and I needed to save them.My heart pounded heavily out of my chest as my feet slammed against the cold, tiled floors, each echoing step blending with the distant thumping of music and the eerie screams that reverberated in the air.I shouldn't have let Liora or Isolde go in there alone. It would be my fault if anything happened to them. What would I tell Zander if something happened to his sister? What would I tell Anakiyus if Liora got hurt?The corridor stretched on before me, narrow and dimly lit, shadows clinging to the walls like a sinister mist.I finally reached the door to the main room, and suddenly there was quiet. The music that had been vibrating and the eerie screams that had engulfed my mind a few seconds ago all seemed to have stopped now, replaced by a deafening silence.“Liora, hold on. I'm coming,” I mumbled, reaching for the door handle, my breaths ragged.As I ope

NARAH'S POV“I'll rather take a sip,” I said, looking away from James. “I'm going to take a sip, people.”I took a cup of alcohol and downed it in one gulp, feeling the burn slide down my throat. Disappointed gasps echoed around me. They’d been waiting for me to finally do a dare, to break out of my shell, but this—this wasn’t what they had in mind.“You’re getting married tomorrow, Narah,” Kacy teased, laughing. “Have fun now, while you still can.”“I knew she wouldn’t kiss him,” Sharon murmured, resting her head on my shoulder, her voice tinged with something like pity or amusement.I thought I saw the lights flickering—then they went off, only to instantly turn back on. I looked at James, his expression unreadable for a moment before he forced a smile— awkward, and tight as if he were hiding a pain only he could feel.My heart twisted.“I can't kiss a married woman. She's married already,” James said.“That's tomorrow, dude. She's not married until tomorrow,” Isolde quickly added.

NARAH'S POV As I stood by the edge of the woods, the wind blowing through my hair, I sighed deeply. How was I supposed to know where the girls went? I was literally in the middle of nowhere. Now, the name “nowhere zone” was beginning to make sense. Suddenly, my ears picked up the rustling of leaves behind me, and I quickly turned. A man was standing right behind me, barely three feet away. Darkness shrouded his face, making me shift back in fear. Was he staring at me? I wondered. But then I noticed that he wasn't. He couldn't even see me. He was young, handsome in a way that made him seem both dangerous and alluring. His short black hair framed a sharp face, but it was the way he looked at the empty space in front of him, where the portal had been—those deep brown eyes—that told me everything I needed to know. He was a werewolf. I could feel the wolf beneath him, restless and watching, waiting for something. Wait! Had he been hiding in the trees, watching Jenna and Ophelia

NARAH'S POV How would I tell Ophelia? Was there even a way for me to inform her about Hendrix’s plan? History had already taken place, and there was no way that I could change it. There was no turning back the hands of time. Just as I ran out of the cottage, the weird teleportation thing happened again, and this time, I found myself plunged into darkness. No—my eyes were closed. I just had to open them. When my eyes finally opened, I noticed I was lying on a hard, rough surface—hay, scattered around the floor like a crude mattress. My body ached all over, every muscle screaming in protest. The pain was so intense that I wondered if it was the side effect of being teleported multiple times. The confusion muddied my thoughts, and I tried to push through the agony to sit up. As I struggled to rise, a jolt of pain shot through me, more intense than before, and I collapsed back into the hay. A groan slipped from my lips. What in the world had happened to me? My mind raced as I

NARAH’S POVOphelia’s final memories unravelled in my mind, jagged and raw, like shards of glass cutting through my consciousness. I felt everything she had. The coldness of her rage. The weight of her grief.The relentless power that surged through her as she slaughtered the entire Pack in the woods. The rogue Kings fell before her, their blood staining the earth as they crumpled in the dirt. Hendrix was last. She had saved him for last.I could feel the moment she tore his throat open with her claws—her eyes deathly cold and unwavering as his life’s blood gushed out, and the earth drank to its own satisfaction. It was a massacre, brutal and swift.She was unstoppable. The power of the silver wolf coursing through her veins made her a force no one could withstand.But what haunted me the most was how she didn’t hesitate. She didn’t flinch as she watched Hendrix’s body slump to the ground, his blood mixing with the dirt.Ophelia’s heart was a fractured thing, but she didn’t show it. A