Semua Bab THE FORSAKEN LUNA; Moonfire Reborn: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Aside from the gentle crackle of the fire in the hearth, the room was silent. The room had an odd almost eerie atmosphere as shadows moved along the stone walls. Frank, Ashton, and Fea remained by Ethan's side after the healer had left. Fea was seated closest to him, her hand resting softly on his arm as though she was worried he would become unconscious again. “You should get some sleep,” Fea said in a worried-sounding voice.Ethan gave a resolute shake of his head. There was a fire in his eyes. Now a strong desire to understand even though he still appeared weak and pale. “No,” he said unpleasantly. “Tell me, What happened?”None of them was keen to speak first and they exchanged tentative glances.Finally, the silence was broken by Daemon who moved forward into the firelight. “We tried to rescue Selene,” he said with a regretful tone. “We discovered the location of her detention. But we were attacked.”Ethan just looked at him expressionless for a moment. Then, wincing from the

As Ethan approached Daemon, his eyes were filled with worry. His tone was urgent and sharp. “ What are you talking about?” he asked. “As we speak there's unrest in the pack,” Daemon replied in a tight tone. “I noticed a group of people making their way to the pack house on the way here. They are requesting explanations for Ravana's whereabouts.”Fea took a step forward, her face solemn. “From what I understood,” she continued in a low voice. “ They're saying you killed her in order to become the Alpha of Ridgewood pack.” With the accusations bearing down on him, Ethan let out a long sigh. He tried to comprehend the chaos by closing his eyes for a while. This was not what he expected. As he opened his eyes he looked at Fea and Daemon. “Who else knows of Ravena's death?” he asked in a whisper. Feeling dread snake up on his spine.“It's just you, Ashton, Fea, Frank, and me,” Daemon said. Suddenly a flash of realization hit him. Daemon snapped his fingers as though he had just found a

Voices and arguments filled Ridgewood's vault room beneath the pack house that night. Secret meetings were conducted here out of prying eyes and ears. Around a round wooden table sat the leaders of Ridgewood's six clans. Which together made up the council. Tension was high and there was a noticeable unease in the air. The council had called Daemon and Ethan to the meeting, and in fact, they had demanded their presence. For almost an hour Daemon and Ethan sat and watched the council members quarrel. Accusations, demands, and threats filled the back-and-forth debate. Insults were hauled at each other.In all of this, Ethan and Daemon maintained silence. Observing the gathering under keen eyes.Ethan was getting tired of their pointless arguments and becoming more and more bored. Instead of the serious conversation he had anticipated about the pack's future and Jarred's increasing threat, they were acting like kids. At last, Ridgewood council leader Bethar slammed his hand on the t

“Remember you’re just recovering.” Frustrated, Ethan raked his fingers through his hair. “I’m starting to get angry with Jarred. You saw what he did today?”“Yes.” Frank nodded. “The unrest at the pack earlier today, I was aware of it.” “That low life,” Ethan muttered in a low threatening voice. “We can't just stand by and watch the pack fall apart. The council is on our necks and the public thinks I was involved in Ravenas death. That's impossible.”With his eyes focused on a spot on the floor Ashton appeared to be deep in thought. Frank gave him a small shake. “ Hey, man. Are you alright? You’ve been silent.” Ashton’s eyes darted to Ethan and he palmed his face and let out a long sigh. “We are in deep shit,” he said as softly as he could. “We ought to have been honest with them about Ravena's death, you know. Look where it has landed us.”Ethan stopped pacing and sat near them, his gaze fixed on theirs. “The pack will become hopeless and vulnerable to outside attacks if we reve

Light streamed into the room through the window. Inside, Selene shifted on the makeshift bed of thin furs and hardened stone, letting out a groan as her muscles resisted the rigid surface. This was a far cry from the luxurious comfort she had experienced as Luna of the Nightfang Pack. Where she would spend her nights curled up with pillows stuffed with feathers and covered in soft linens. Every morning now brought a new set of stiffness and aches. Gingerly, she rotated her head and stretched her neck, cracking audibly. She experienced a surge of nostalgia for the comfortable luxury she had long taken for granted. The small cave where she and Lira shared a bed served as a sharp reminder of her present situation. Her brow was furrowed as she looked around the tiny room. Chaos was in charge. It appeared as though their few possessions had been scattered by a whirlwind. In a tiny act of rebellion against the chaos of their surroundings, she had carefully arranged yesterday.Now ev