Semua Bab Sleeping Luna and the Lycan King: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Alora POVAll of the books from Queen Morgan’s library have been brought to the Veil Castle. I am carefully placing them on the shelves. The bindings and pages are frail. I would hate for them to be destroyed because I was careless. I haven’t seen Leonidas since my heat ended two days ago. He claims there are things he needs to take care of in the Lycan Realm, but I get the feeling he is avoiding me. I try not to let embarrassment creep in when I think about how I acted. Feral is the only way to describe how I was. If I were him, I would need a break from me too.Bruno is hovering more than necessary. No one would dare to attack me here. Fae and Lycan soldiers patrol the grounds of the new castle. I am the most protected woman in the Two Realms. At the bottom of the crate, there is a small leather-bound book that I have never seen before. I thought I had seen every book in Morgan’s library. For some reason, I feel nervous as I pull out the book. A strange rune is etched

Alora POVI have spent the past few days going over the book that Leonidas gave me. The creatures that exist in Morvathuun are terrifying. I can’t believe they used to be Creature Shifters. The more I try to wrap my head around it, the more confused I become. If they used to be Creature Shifters, why are there so many different ones? There are only eight different creatures known to Morvathuun, but each one is more terrifying than the last. I am engrossed in the section about the Nyghul Vex when someone knocks on my door. “Come in,” I call out, while I flip to the next page. The door to my office opens, and Lobo’s shadow falls across my desk. I set my book down and wait for his daily lecture. He has been trying to convince me to stay behind since Leonidas told him about our new plans. He is disappointed that I was able to sway his King, though he would never admit it out loud. “How can I help you, Lobo?” He looks over my desk and cringes at the picture in the book. “What

Lobo POVI am buzzing with excitement. Going into the Dark Realm is exactly the mission I need to prove myself as Beta of the Lycan Realm. I have heard the murmurs of the other warriors. They believe I was in the right place at the right time to be promoted. Many don't think I am qualified to be Beta, but this is going to change all of that. When I return with the witch child, no one will doubt me again.Elric is here with a battalion of Fae warriors. Their faces are calm and collected, but I can see their disdain for Lycans in their eyes. Joke's on them. I don't give a fuck if they like me or not, as long as they do their jobs.Unrolling the map of the Dark Realm onto the ground, I point to the location we believe the castle is. "We believe the witch child is being hidden here. But to get there, we have to travel through this forest. According to Queen Alora, this is where most of the dark creatures will wait for us."I look up to see both forces watching me carefully. "But don't let

Lobo POVIt isn’t a castle that stands before me. It is a fortress. The turrets are tall and covered in spikes. Pikes surround the gates, and the bodies of those who had tried to enter without permission are impaled on them. The stench of rotting flesh is so thick in the air that I can barely breathe. “Now what?” One of the lycans groans. I don’t know how to answer him. I was a fool for not expecting this level of security. I wrongly assumed this land was barren, void of intelligence. I thought that I would be looking for an abandoned castle. We didn’t bring enough warriors to fight this. Who knows what is waiting for us on the other side. Isabella would have had a plan. She would have talked me off the ledge that I am on. Her touch would have soothed the anguish I feel from her loss. But she is gone, and now I have to do this on my own. As I am spiraling into despair. Elric has motioned for one of his warriors to step forward. He removes his gloves and rubs his

Alora POVI am sprinting toward the flames, but nothing could have prepared me for what was waiting for me. Inside the burning walls of the fortress, all of the warriors are on the ground, blood coming from their ears and eyes, while a group of ghostly figures sings eerily. The baetyl stone drums painfully around my neck. This is why I am here.“Stop,” I shout, and the figures turn to look at me. I swallow hard as I look at their ghastly faces. Somehow, they are alive and dead at the same time. Their shrouds have fallen from their faces, and their white eyes glow. They move toward me, floating across the ground. This is the Hollow Choir I read about, but the pictures in the book did not do them justice. They begin to sing again. This time their song is focused on me. It worms its way into my brain, bringing forth every nightmare I have ever had. I have to fight through the terror. The center of the courtyard is only a few steps away. I can make it. I push forward, dropp