Semua Bab No Longer The Naive Luna: Bab 41 - Bab 50

  FREYA. I couldn’t stop running. The wind tore at my skin as I shifted, bones snapping and reforming, the familiar pains and aches of shifting took over. But I didn’t stop, not even a second to breathe. My wolf form surged forward, paws pounding the earth with pain and desperation. I need to make it to the stream, I need to cry out to Morgan for help. Through the pain and the run, I couldn’t outrun the deep ache gnawing at me from inside. Mary! I didn’t know what to feel, how to feel it and this chase wasn’t giving me the chance to either. She had been with me all this time and the only reason was because she was meant to kill me…but she didn’t.

  FREYA. I woke up to the familiar sound of fire burning and soup. I opened my eyes to the familiar hut where Morgan had laid me the first time she found me. My body had been bandaged with some leaves but she was not inside the hut.  Gently, I stood up and went outside. I found her, old but still magnificent in her way. She was sitting by a little fire she had made and a pot she hung up above it. She stirred whoever was inside the pot and it smelled nice.  “Morgan,” I said. Her staring hand stopped. She looked at me and a wide grin spread across her face.  “Oh dear, you shouldn’t be up by now. You should still be resting, Freya.”&n

FREYAI was given a set apartment. I won’t call it an apartment though, it was made out of wood and lead. Isn’t lead fatal to them? Well, they found a way to make it ineffective. I sat on the wooden chair, my heart racing and longing to see Alaric. I had been right, something was wrong with him and I had to find him as soon as I could. He is not far away but how do I go about it?What kind of Alpha accepts anyone into their pack and allows them to live comfortably, all in the name of a tour? I have seen how he looked at me, Draven. They could use that in my favor. He doesn’t look like he has a Luna and from the look of things, he doesn’t really have women in their pack. The ladies here are somewhat…afraid. They lock themselves up, maybe, too scared to step out.That was no concern of mine, what I need is right in front of me and I have come to the right place. I am not armed, I am not going to be needing any weapons. I dropped my bag and stepped out to check out the pack. After all, t

FREYA.I woke up to the smell of lavender and orchid mixed with some tulips. It’s still very early in the morning and there is already a bouquet by my window. I yawned and stretched lazily. Today is going to be a very long day. By every means, I am going to get Alaric out of this place.Draven, by the way, seems to be serious about wooing me. The flowers were pretty, I must say. I lifted them off the window and sat them on the table. I took a quick bath and dressed up in another tiny dress. It was ready to reveal. My breasts were threatening to pop out of the dress and I had to keep pushing the gown down. After checking myself in the window, I figured I would rather wear my trousers, the one I wore when I came. It wasn’t bad and besides, only my top had gotten torn. I sat in front of the mirror. Satisfied with how I looked even though it was going to get messy very soon, I packed my hair back in a ponytail and gathered everything I brought in my little bag. I didn’t bring much. Just

FREYA.The moment Alaric mentioned Mary, my heart stopped beating. There was nothing in the world other than misery for me. It was like I was drowning in time and each second was killing me. I knew this day would come and I had prepared so much but how do I tell him? Morgan made Alaric feel at home. He was not disappointed but he was a little surprised to find that Morgan was living in a hut. The cat didn’t like him so much, though, it came to sit on my leg and rub its head on my legs. I stared at Alaric, I did it. I found him and I brought him home. I might have done it unfairly but a win is a win and I was outnumbered. The prisoners were still weak and I didn’t want any bloodshed. CrescentMoon deserves what they got. That was for capturing my husband…Gina’s husband and treating him like he had killed one of them.Morgan was cooking something different today. I told her when we would be coming back and she believed it, she believed in me. She was roasting an antelope behind the hut