Semua Bab THE FORSAKEN LUNA; Moonfire Reborn: Bab 161 - Bab 170

The air was heavy with an unsaid tension and uneasiness. That clung to the room as he entered through the heavy oak door. He caught a glimpse of Estelle sitting down. Her eyes glinted in the lamplight. She moved forward with a grace that always left him speechless and a soft smile played on her lips. “Bethar,” she said in a calm voice. “ At last you're back. I’ve been waiting for you.” “Waiting for me?” he sneered, the word harsh and cruel. With a shrug, he pushed past her and dropped his bulky cloak to the ground in a heap. “Why were you waiting for me? You made me lose my daughter.”Estelle's smile disappeared, replaced by a look of astonishment. She flinched as though she had been hit. “What are you saying Bethar? Lira, what does it have to do with you returning late?”With his fists clenched, he spun to face her and roared. “ Everything! Estelle, Lira ran away from home. It was you who caused her to leave.” Estelle's chest blazed with a hard, cold rage that had been there fo

The sudden silence of the hallway was broken by her hard swallow, a dry rasping sound. At the rate her heart was beating, she was afraid it might rip out of her chest. She turned slowly as her heart pounded frantically against her ribs. She hadn't heard anyone approach because she had been so intent on listening at the door. There stood a man with a deep frown on his face and his arms folded across his broad chest. He had a tall, strong frame, and his startlingly amber eyes were staring at her with such intensity. That she wanted to retreat into the wall. The expression on his face was one of suspicion and subdued menace rather than one of simple irritation. He spoke in a low rumble. “What do you think you’re doing standing so close to the door? The question was straightforward yet it weighed heavily on her. Her mind was racing with horror and panic. The cold surface of the tray was a slight comfort as she gripped it tightly.“I… I am…” She mumbled as she spoke, her words trippi

Lira stood outside the heavy oak door. She inhaled deeply and steadily as she would before beginning a challenging task. She held the heavy tray that felt like a burden. Against her ribs, her heart beat in an uneasy rhythm. She gently opened the door with her elbow to squeeze through. Behind her, the door made a soft final click and closed. Tall windows let in the early morning light. Inside were two figures. Her eyes instantly fell and she bowed her head respectfully. “Greetings Alpha. Your breakfast is ready,” she said, her voice a steady whisper that concealed the internal turmoil she was experiencing. She could feel their gaze on her even though she had her head down. It felt like a physical burden bearing down on her shoulders.One set of eyes was cool and aloof while the other was filled with intense curiosity. She concentrated on maintaining a composed expression as she had done countless times. Her role was that of a mere maid. Tristan paused his conversation with th

The last thing Daemon saw before reacting was the flash of steel as the warrior lunged forward. Out of sheer instinct, he made a desperate frantic move by twisting his body to the side. The sword almost made contact with his chest but he quickly moved. And instead, the sword ripped his shirt open.The blade was just a breath away from taking his life. And the sharp rush of air as it swung past his ear gave him a heart palpitation.Daemon's quick dodge caught the warrior off guard and he staggered a little from losing impact.The warrior lost his balance for a split second and Daemon's eyes darted around looking for anything he could use. His gaze fell upon a stone lying on the ground. And he picked it up with swift movement.It was a bit heavy but he didn't mind because it would serve him a great use.Using all of his strength, he turned and raised the stone toward the warrior's face while grunting.Before the warrior would realize what was happening, Daemon aimed the stone at him.

When Daemon left the great hall, the moon was like a silver coin in the dark sky. As it watched over them. Even though the meeting had ended hours earlier he could still hear their conversation ringing in his ears.No shield could compare to the weight of the information he carried. His habit of looking over his shoulder resulted from trying to observe his surroundings.He saw no one behind him and focused on the path ahead.When he left the Elder's quarters, the other warriors, the ones he now walked among as an imposter, hardly looked at him again. They thought he was part of them. And probably leaving for an important task.Their trust served as his shield and they only saw the man in the uniform. He thought of the warrior he had killed, the one whose uniform he was wearing now. A sharp, cold pang of regret tore through him. Although he had fulfilled his obligation he would never be able to fully pay it back. He had been thorough, leaving no sign or indication of his presence