Semua Bab THE FORSAKEN LUNA; Moonfire Reborn: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The questions poured into her mind. Wrapping her in a cloak of uneasiness. She sat on the bed thinking of what to do.Then she sprang up possessed by the sheer force of curiosity.She flung the curtain aside and stepped into the quiet large room. Her eyes darted around the room.The table was filled with bowls, wood cups, and herbal potions. Which her uncle used for his practice.The shelves were lined with several dried herbs and vials. And beneath the shelter was the secret compartment she had seen her uncle open.The smell of herbs and portions filled the room, hitting her nostrils. The faint sound of Bethar's snoring filled her ears.She turned towards him, and for a moment, she looked at him; he was deeply asleep on the makeshift bed. With a blanket covering him.She paced the length of the room. Thinking of what to do. That parchment, she couldn't stop herself from knowing what it contained.She sat down and waited patiently. Soon, her uncle will fall asleep and she'll get to

"What the hell are you talking about? This is a joke, right?" Bethar looked at Selene like she had grown horns on her head.Selene turned around slowly, facing Bethar, who had a surprised expression on his face. "I know this might come to you as a surprise but I'm telling the truth. Look, I don't even know how it happened but it's the truth," she tried to sound convincing.He flicked his wrist, waving his wrinkled hand in the air. "That's complete nonsense. How can you say you're not Ravena?" His gaze narrowed, staring at her like she had lost her mind. "Did you hit your head or something?""Urggh," Selene groaned. "You're not listening to a word of what I've just said.At that moment, she realized the futility of explaining further. And she wondered if she did the right thing by telling him.She should have pretended to be Ravena rather than running her mouth.Bethar stroked his chin as his eyes ran through her tall frame which exuded raw strength and authority. How can she say she

The Council's vault of Ridgewood trembled beneath the heated voice of the men.Fists slammed against the enormous oak table; it groaned, but nobody listened. There was a clamor of chaos as arguments reverberated off the stone walls. With each voice attempting to overpower the others. Someone repeatedly knocked on the table trying in vain to establish order. The council was a mess. Suddenly with a loud bang, the vault's doors flew open. As soon as Rufus walked in, everyone's heads turned. The folds of his flowing royal blue robe jiggled beneath his large stomach and his broad frame barely fit through the doorway. The hostile glares directed at him caused him to remain unflinching. Instead, he turned slowly after softly clicking the door shut behind him. A wave of silence swept over the chaos as his piercing gaze swept across the room. Conversations ended in the middle of sentences. The air itself felt frozen. “Who gave you the right to call for this meeting? Where is Bethar?” A

Selene sat carefully, tending to Bethar's wounds in the large room. She examined the cut on his lips and winced like it was her flesh.“Do you have any idea why the assassin came after you?”Bethar sighed deeply. “I have no idea. But I think someone from Ridgewood sent him. A man in my position has so many enemies.”Selene listened to him as she continued cleaning the wounds on his face. “So tell me, has there been an attempt on your life before “He was silent for a moment in deep thought. For years he was the leader of the council. Without issues. Why now?“No,” he responded.Her hands moved carefully as she pressed a cloth against his facial bruises. His jaw wound was still bleeding slightly even though the one on his shoulder had just been dressed. “You just have to be careful from now on. Whoever sent the assassin will strike again. Once it is discovered that you survived the first attack.”Dipping a towel into a bowl of warm water, she squeezed it carefully. And pressed his fa

Behind heavy velvet curtains and an oak door that was bolted. Their shapes are outlined in long, sluggish shadows. Rufus and Jarred sat opposite each other. A bottle of wine was placed on the table by a servant. Before scurrying off like a scared mouse, closing the heavy door behind him.Rufus poured the red wine into the goblet and handed it to Jarred. He also poured himself a cup of wine.He gave Jarred one while grinning mischievously though it was not visible. “Drink,” Rufus said in a quiet assured tone. “This time tomorrow you'll take over as the Alpha of Ridgewood. You should start preparing yourself ceremonially, physically, and mentally.” Jarred's heart was racing with excitement as his fingers clenched around the goblet. The warmth from the wine ran down his throat like a prelude to power as he took a long gulp. His eyes were bright. He put the glass down respectfully and mumbled. “ I can hardly believe it. I will finally take my proper place after everything, after being