All Chapters of BLOOD MOON:Wolf Pack Trilogy: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

However, it was kind of her to alert me. To be honest, she gave off the impression of being kind. Antonia asked, “Why do you say that?” but I wasn’t really listening to her; instead, I was distracted by something else.I survey the throng of covered faces. Someone wearing a crimson mask was staring at me, I could see. The masquerade quickly turned away from me and blended in with the crowd, which unnerved me. Those eyes reminded me of someone I knew. Diego was that person, my gosh. My cousin, it had to be him. I had to get him. We had to speak. I picked up my handbag and entered the throng. I heard Antonia scream out to me, but I chose to ignore her. “Wait Isabella, where are you going?” The red mask had to catch up to me. After following the masquerade trail, I unexpectedly ran into a server and got red wine on my dress. The young man offered me some tissue to wipe off the stain and pleaded, “I’m so sorry!” with his head down. I searched for the red mask, but he was nowhere to be seen

“Diego,” I said, reaching out to touch him, but he retreated. He moved back and said, “Stay back.” “I hope for your sake we never get the misfortune of crossing paths again, because the next time I won’t be trying to keep you alive.” I urge him, “Diego, please don’t do this.” I can’t let him leave again. Dimitri screamed, “Isabella!” from a distance. By the time I turned around, Diego had already left. He looked at me to make sure,then said, “Isabella, are you okay?” “Yeah,” I moaned. He held my wounded arm and whispered, “You are hurt.” For some reason, I was unable to feel the discomfort, therefore I didn’t really notice it. I reassure him, “Don’t worry. It doesn’t really hurt.” I soothed him with my words. “Your blood will signal monsters after you.” Dimitri was right. “We need to leave now.” Any monster or supernatural being might smell me right now and know I was the one with the talent. We had to reach a secure location. The Shanahara mercenaries put up a great fight, but who se

I wanted to dismiss what I had seen in my dreams, but I couldn’t shake the uncanny sense of foreboding. I pull away, moaning into his kisses. I ask, “Where are you off to?” Dimitri sighed quietly and said, “I’m going to pay Valor a visit. We need to have a long talk about the mercenaries he sent to kill us.” I could tell that Valor’s treachery had an impact on him, even if he refused to acknowledge it. I was aware that to him, valor was more than just a mentor—it was akin to a parent. At the masquerade event, however, he was a cunning serpent who attempted to murder us. All of a sudden, I felt really uneasy about his journey. My dream brought back a lot of memories. Someone would perish if the Fates ripped the thread of life they had woven. Their warning, “BLOOD MUST HAVE BLOOD,” comes to mind. “Are you going to meet him alone?” “Yeah.” was his response. With a frightened stutter, I said, “No! Don’t go alone. Go with Lance or Gabe. Better yet, go with both of them.” Dimitri gave me a

A picture of a young girl was painted on the next page. She had long blond hair and large blue eyes. Because of how strikingly similar we were, gazing at her photo made me feel as though I were looking into a mirror. Apart from the fact that she was wearing black clothing and had a melancholy, dark appearance, we were very similar. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and I couldn’t understand why. I got shivers down my spine as I read the words beneath the portrait: “Lady Namek of Gadot… The void of endless Darkness.” The darkness I dreamed about. The one of which the Fates forewarned me ,I mentally recite the words of Fate: “THE DARKNESS WILL SCOUR THE EARTH LIKE A PLAGUE.” This was the unending gloom they forewarned about. Why did this woman—the darkness—have a portrait in my family’s grimoire? The black onyx pendant that my mother had given me to guard and the pendant that Yennefer had managed to collect for my aunt Delilah during the red circle’s onslaught were depicted in

I swiftly leap out of the way as the enormous serpent’s venomous fangs reach me in a split second. It hesitated, focusing on me like a predator pursuing its victim. The basilisk was immune to my spells. It swiftly slithered around me, encircling me tightly and forcing out every last bit of oxygen I had. I feel my bones crumple, and I moan. I moaned as a force inside of me rekindled my passion. As I chanted, “Tres ve li nouitrè!” the night sky gave way and it began to rain, and the earth began to tremble. I escaped the serpent’s clutches by crawling. I just felt the vibrations all around me as I closed my eyes. I could feel the basilisk moving, hurrying to hit me once more. I inhaled deeply, directing all of the energy in my surroundings. I commanded, “Return to dust!” and the basilisk was struck down as thunder crackled in the sky. When I opened my eyes, I saw the basilisk’s remaining ashes. I recognized the sender. Delilah. Sending her pet to come get me was pitiful; if she truly wan