All Chapters of The Luna's Walk of Shame: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Astrid.He had been in my room for nearly two hours. No words were exchanged, no real discussion.He had asked Lena to bring in food. We sat and ate at the small glass table in my room.He ate quietly. I wanted to ask what he was doing, why he had come to my room instead of facing his concubines, but I didn't have the nerve.He could send me away for questioning him. He was extremely quiet.After dinner, Lena came and cleared everything. I took my bath and went to sleep.I had been doing some basic training on my own, like push-ups and rope jumping. My room had ample space for that.When I didn't have intense training, I would come back and do some exercises on my own before resting.I needed this, so I welcomed the extra work.Three days after the competition at Bloodloom, Soren decided to pit me against the white-haired girl, whose name I learned was Valency—the one I saw arguing at his door.To make matters worse, the other concubine with short pixie hair and dyed brown edges was t

Soren.I traced the dimly lit labyrinth to the dungeons, which were small, dark, and confined rooms in the castle. One guard stood at the door, and two others bowed their heads before pulling open the thick, heavy metal iron doors.I stepped in and stood at the entrance. The walls were cold black stone, chilling to the touch. Just like the sound, everything was cold. We rarely enjoyed sunny days for long.The old lampstands stood at the four corners of the dungeon, their bright orange light lining the floor."Has he said anything yet?" I asked Darson as I moved forward to stand in front of the man confined to an iron chair at the end of the wall."He's been tongue-tied, not giving anything away." Darson stepped away from him, an iron tongue in his hands. I could see the blood dripping from his fingertips. When I looked at the man, I saw that he had some missing fingers, and the remaining fingers had no nails.A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. He had given him just the right to

Astrid.I should have dressed in something more inconspicuous. However, I was wearing the brown breeches Willa had given me the day we left for the Bloodloom. She hadn't taken them back. I guess she just wanted me to have them.I had a black overall coat on my body and a dirty brown scarf I had found in the room when I first moved it. I hadn't known I would use it until now. Thank goodness I kept it.Once I was sure that only my eyes were visible, I stepped out of the house and gently closed the door behind me. I looked at both sides of the hallway. The side where my room was, was dark, and the other side led to Soren's office. A little orange light slipped from under the door, evident in the dark. Everyone should be asleep by now. I had made sure everyone was asleep before I left.I didn't know if this was the right thing for me to do, but I didn't care at this point. I needed to find Amira and see if she was doing okay. I could only do that by going to the pack, and I was confident

Soren.She had been avoiding me. I could tell. She made no eye contact with me when we were in the same space. She shrunk into a shell when I walked past her or when I was close to her.She had been training with Darson for the past two days now. I had let him take on that part because there were a few pack matters I needed to put in place. A lot had been going on, and I didn't have the time to train her, especially when her brain was so slow in comprehending simple instructions. I tended to click more with people who were good at understanding even on their first try.I met them the other day. Darson looked to be getting quite close to her. They stood close to each other, and she made no attempt to tell him to step back.Not like I care about the whole thing, but they were not supposed to be that close to each other.I brought out the files I needed to cross-check. It had been exactly one month after my visit to the Dark Circus Pack when their alpha had pulled that trick on me. Dema

Astrid.This path felt strange. Well, every part of Shadowfen felt strange because I haven't been here. I was just a stranger. I had passed the Glacier and was now traveling through a part that looked familiar like I had traveled down it before. Still, I didn't pay much attention to it because I couldn't remember coming down this part. The shrubs were misty. The legs of my black pants were soaked in water.Still, I continue my work. I couldn't give up just yet. It was extremely dark, such that you couldn't even make out a thing in the darkness; even if someone were dressed in a white cloth and stood in front of me, I couldn't make out their form.I climbed up a hill and onto what looked like a tarred road. It was quiet like a morgue. It was like no one traveled down this road. I looked up the road and down, wondering which part to take, which part of the road would lead me to the flyover because from there, I would be able to make my way to the Emberclaw pack. I was certain that I