Todos los capítulos de Howl of the Cursed Luna: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Willa’s POV I moaned as he glided into me. Kael, the love of my life, was the first man to ever touch me intimately. Under the full moon, I loosened myself to his ministrations, us alone in the woods. His groans were music to my ear, until they turned into sudden coughs. Something wet and warm splattered on my face. I touched it and under the pale moonlight, I saw that it was blood. “Kael?” I pushed his shoulder. He had stopped moving, rigid and tense. Panic climbed into my throat, erasing any hint of pleasure that lingered by. “What's wrong—” He coughed again, pushing himself off me. The sight was one I could never forget. Not in a million years. Not after the mountains have been ground into dust, and the woods are dry and barren. Nothing could have prepared me for this. Kael was bleeding from every orifice on his face. He was choking, trying to say something but all that poured out was more blood. The sounds that left him were gurgled animal sounds. Like a

Willa’s POV The sight of the heavy shackles had me screaming, kicking, and fighting. I could not understand why they were blaming me for things I knew nothing about. I was terrified beyond my wits, especially when the cold metal bit into my sore wrists, ankles, and around my neck. I was a prisoner once more. I was not sure what I was expecting, but what happened next sent me to new heights of agony. A grunt, the leader grabbed the end of my chains and began to drag me along the thorn-riddled ground. I cried, trying to scramble to my feet, but I was weighed down by the shackles. The guards took turns dragging me down the rocky terrain, my screams roaring. Eternity passed, and I had retreated somewhere extremely dark and ugly in my mind. Until a voice cut through my bloodied daze. “We caught the wench, Alpha!” I was thrown across a distance, sliding across surprisingly smooth floors. “With all that dried blood from escaping previously, we smelled the filth from a mile away!

Willa’s POV I hated that he just watched. And I didn't care if these were his men, I was going to kill any who dared touch me. A white-hot flame went through me. Even if I had a curse, I wasn't going to wait for them to molest me before ripping off their throat. I gritted my teeth when he pounded my arm so hard on the concrete floor. He breathed into my face, the reek of alcohol shoving down my throat. I gagged. I didn’t think. Not once about the wolfsbane in my veins. I grabbed the hilt of the knife peeping from his boot and slammed it into his thick throat. My mouth and face were soon covered with his blood. I choked. The guard slumped back. “You bitch!” The other snarled. I scrambled up before the remaining one could pin me, but something rock hard hit my face. I tasted blood and dirt before I hit the wall. Stars danced in my vision, and I stumbled to my feet again out of instinct, grabbing the hunting knife. Not this time, not here, I won’t allow i

WILLA’S POV The water had a glitter to it, like the stars themselves lay within it, unlike anything I had ever seen. It was mesmerizing, making me forget—if only for a moment—how desperate my situation was. The pack must have been named after this lake, I thought, as I watched it twinkle. Unlike what I’d expected, the tunnel had no guard lingering around, which was good … a small miracle in a night full of dread. I had imprinted every nook and crony of it into my brain for when it will come in handy. But what now? What was my next move? I had no plan beyond finding the tunnel and where it lead. Maybe I do have to hope another guard finds me and locks me up in a different cell, because I hadn't thought about what I would do after finding out about the tunnel. But then, I haven't crossed anyone, though and the night was peaceful for once— So, I didn't think as I took off my clothes and reached for the shimmering lake. It was cold, freezing, but I wadded in, despite the ob

NOX’s POV Over and over, she unknowingly looked in the direction we had come from. She did it again. She was afraid of something but not me, not Hunter even though now, she looked terrified of him … no, she feared his word. Yet, I could tell she wasn't about to take his word. Her scent was all over the place, sweat and floral. “No,” Hunter said at last. A single word. One single word was all it took for that horror in her face to pale down. I had expected Marcos to speak of her leaving her cell or something, but it seems none of them knew about that. Now she knows of the tunnel, had left her cell and returned to it without any of the guards catching up to it. This concludes my anticipations. Gerard. I had suspected him to still be in contact with him after the incident. And somehow she was able to get information from him. She must have played her part well— ‘What are you planning to do with her now?’ Hunter spoke in my head, and I looked to see her eyes o