บททั้งหมดของ Luna's Revenge : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

SELENE The blood drained from my face at Tristan's words. "I…" The words tangled on my tongue and my mouth opened and closed multiple times as I tried to figure out what to say, but nothing was coming. What happened last night? I could not remember anything…but Tristan must have seen something…something that told him I was behind the night ripper he had been after all these while. But what…? I could not say too much and risk giving out information that he did not know and digging an even deeper grave for myself. I felt like I was drowning, struggling to breathe through the sudden weight pressing down on my chest. "Where do I even start?" Tristan muttered after a few seconds of watching me flounder around for what to say, dragging a hand through his hair, making it even messier. "Start what?" I whispered as I stared at him, my heart hammering against my ribs. Goddess…why did my voice sound so small? Tristan exhaled sharply, then pushed himself up from the chair as he started t

TRISTAN I stood outside the door to our room, my fists clenched at my sides as I listened to Selene break down into sobs.Selene never cried…not like this. The last time she had was months ago when she talked about Lucas betraying her and killing her baby, so whatever this is has to be as bad as that, if not worse.A huge part of me was itching to open the door again and go to her, to hold her until she calmed down and promise her that we could figure this out together.Each sob that slipped through the door tore at something in me and a primal part of me, my wolf, howled to go in there, to hold her and to make it stop…to fix it, but I did not move, I could not do that, not after last night, not after she kept lying and hiding things from me instead of letting me in.Because as much as I loved her, I could not ignore everything that happened last night, I could not put anything or anyone over the lives of my pack members. As th

SELENE “You have wallowed enough, Selene.” I muttered to myself as I sat up one morning, pushing the covers off me like it was suffocating me. It had been a week, a whole damn week, and Tristan still had not come to talk to me.I did not care what he was avoiding or what excuses he had, but this silence was not just hurting me. It was tearing us both apart. And if there was even a chance left to fix it, I had to try. We needed to talk, and we needed to do it now.Everytime a knock sounded on the door, I would feel myself getting my hopes up although I knew it was just one of the maids bringing in my food, but I could not stop myself from thinking, maybe it's Tristan this time…maybe he's finally ready to talk….Despite my anger at him, I still had not gotten the courage to go and look for him, but I needed to do it. I could not just sit here waiting for him, curled up on the bed with his pillow tucked under my arm, trying to pretend the

SELENETristan's eyes widened the moment the words left my lips, and I pressed my lips together, but it was too late.With nothing left to say I turned around, intent on leaving him and giving him the space he so obviously wanted, but his fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling me back until my chest was flush with his and his arms wrapped around me.“Selene…” he buried his nose in my hair as he pulled in a deep breath. “I'm so sorry, Selene. Forgive me.”My hands found their way around Tristan's waist, holding on for dear life, like I was floating and he was the only one anchoring me back to the ground, and in a way he was.I was willing to give up on getting revenge on Lucas if I could spend the rest of my life right here in Tristan's arms, but I needed to do something about Xercer or I would never be free to live my life.“I had no idea somewhere like this existed,” I said softly, my voice barely rising above the gentle rustle of leaves and the babble of the creek below. The sky a

TRISTAN What would I like to know…I took a slow breath. How should I explain that I was looking for a way to break a curse that controlled someone…?“I need information about a curse,” I said carefully. “One that might…merge with a person, it does not really possess the person, it stays inside them but it can take control especially at night and turn the person into something else.”The record keeper’s expression did not change, but the flicker in her gaze told me she might know something about this and then her eyes slowly drifted closed.The record keepers were more than just librarians, they were the hidden eyes of the pack, mysterious, ancient, and terrifyingly well informed generations of women who passed knowledge down like sacred relics, locking truths away where no one else could find them. You could live your whole life in the same pack as them and never see their faces. But they saw everything and if anyone could give me the answers I wanted, it would be them.The woman in