Semua Bab THE FORSAKEN LUNA; Moonfire Reborn: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Their voices were filled with surprise as the name exploded from their mouths like a spell. “Fea!”Ashton's eyes bulged seeing his sister standing right before them.A tidal wave of anger rushed through him. Why can't the damn girl listen to instructions?Fea’s silver eyes glinted with strength and mystery.Her long jet-black hair caught the wind as it cascaded past her waist like an inky waterfall while she leaned boldly on her staff. Despite a lighthearted smile, she felt purposeful energy all around her. “ I had to follow you even though you told me to stay back,” she shrugged. You need me, so come on.”With his eyes hard and his brows furrowed, Ashton strode toward her. “You were meant to remain in the hiding place and keep an eye on the pack!”Lifting her chin, Fea rolled her eyes. “Ashton, you can't give Seer instructions. And the pack is being protected by the warriors. They are capable.”His face turned red and he grabbed his sister's arm. “Leave at once! You'll put yourself

Like tears of silver, the moonlight poured into the tiny cottage. As Fea lay sprawled on the floor, her body trembled, and her eyes glowed an unnatural, dangerous white. As if her soul had fallen out of her body, she breathed shallowly, almost nonexistent. Far from the cottage, her spirit drifted through a moonlit forest, weightless and silent.The leaves had a crystal-like sheen, and the air had a faint, almost forgotten flavor. She was standing on a small dirt path with tall trees that were whispering all around. With a puzzled expression on her face, she whirled in slow circles and muttered. “Where… where am I?”She could hear the deafening silence. Her bare feet crunched softly against fallen leaves and twigs as she approached cautiously then took another step. “Ashton? Daemon?” she yelled her voice resonating feebly. Nothing. Just the hum of the night and the distant rustle of branches. Then she saw something flash by, a haze of wind and shadow. Fea's heart thumped as sh

Like a shattered drum, the sky split open.The night was split in two by lightning which left veins of burning white in the dark heavens.Following that, thunder rolled loudly, wildly, and furiously as though the heavens were in mourning or rage. The ground was still wet from the storm and grief even though the rain had stopped. A big black wolf lay still in the center of Silverwood Forest where nobody ventured after dark. Her breathing was shallow, her eyes were closed and she was barely breathing. Cursed and abandoned, Ravena laid on the wet wildflowers.At one time she had been ferocious and fiery. She was merely a shadow of her former self now.Like lost spirits, the wind grew stronger once more. Trees bowed out of reverence rather than the wind. Something old awoke. The forest had not experienced this in centuries. The moon shone abnormally bright above. Silver not white. It was a deep luminous silver that seemed to see and know everything. Its light initially touched

Selene followed the young huntress down a narrow dirt path, her bare feet pressing into the cool earth finally leaving the darkness of Silverwood Forest behind.The wind rustled, the leaves overhead like whispering voices as it moved through the tall trees. As they walked, a thin layer of mist wound around their legs and hugged the ground. Their path was guided by the moon which was still high in the sky and softly lit everything in their immediate vicinity. Appreciative of the warmth the coarse brown cloak provided, Selene pulled it tighter around herself. Although the Moonfire mark that had previously appeared on her wrist had vanished, her skin was no longer cold.In the hopes of catching a glimpse of it, she glanced down at her wrist once more, but nothing was there. Did she dream of it? No. She saw it, felt the burn, and was marked by it.She had sensed its odd energy. It seemed as though it had never been there. Her mind was racing as she swallowed hard. She caught the att

The guard moved closer and Daemon felt his heart pounding in his chest.The air became tense and brittle like glass that had been cracked. Any mistake or suspicion would cause everything they had planned to fall apart like dried leaves on fire.The young man, breathing heavily and with bloodied lips, huddled next to Daemon. His eyes were wide with fear as he stared at Daemon holding on to hope like a man who is drowning.Others in the line moved uncomfortably around them, glancing between Daemon and the guard. Their expressions were sharp and silent with fear.Daemon drew his fingers closer to the dagger hilt, which was concealed beneath his tunic. The thought of pulling steel and cutting through the guard was alluring for a split second.Rather his hand slipped into the folds of his clothes away from the weapon. He pulled out a little leather pouch that was heavy but a little worn. He threw it at the guard with a well-practiced flick. Daemon's voice was smooth and calm as he said,