Semua Bab The Moonlight Affair : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Thirty-Nine—It’s over**ASHER** A dreadful sense of woe washed through me as I stood in front of the door to the Blackwood Mansion. My own home. I was the alpha, the first of my kind, and yet I was scared to go into my own home to face the pack. My ears pronged as I exerted my hearing powers, a clear ploy to eavesdrop on their conversation. I could hear the stomps from Monty’s boots as he paced back and forth, Saul’s huffing from his heavy breath, Gina remaining as silent as ever. Himmel, Spike, Samuel and Jordan. They all were speaking over each other until Dinah yelled for peace and quiet. I gulped hard. “He’s here.” I heard Reagan say and the door opened. They all turned to look at me, piercing eyes, enough to stab me through the guts if they could. Reagan sighed deeply, “Let’s all go to the living room. The hallway is studded as it is. I made some caramel pop— “Shove your treats up your ass Reagan. That’s not what we’re here for.” Saul snapped, his voice alw

Forty-Three—The Hunter Group(3) Sebastian poured me a cup of hot chocolate. I almost moaned at the taste, as the hot liquid went down my throat, not realizing how cold it was. He handed me a blanket seconds later, wrapped it around my quivering body. It smelled of gunpowder, a scent I ignored. I took my time to finally study the cabin. It was big, with a spacious living room that had demarcations—into a bar area and a somewhat playpen, from the pool table and a dart board by the wall. A worn out couch stood in the middle of the room, covered with perfectly handwoven quilts. Then an old looking television, mounted on a mahogany shelf. There were antlers pronging from both sides of the corner. I gulped hard staring at the horrid furniture. “You seem to be judging our decor.” Billie Jo chuckled softly. I shrugged, “I’m an artist.” “Just like your grandpa. I guess it runs in the blood.” He replied. I frowned deeply, “You seem to know a lot about my fa

Forty-Five—War is Coming(2)**AURORA** I couldn’t sleep, despite cozy room I was given. The windows gave me a Mountain View of Midnight Bay, a rather beautiful sight to behold. I stared at it, my eyes catching Monsoon Creek from afar. Asher’s last words still playing in my ears. I was willing to forgive him, accept him whole. I wanted him, werewolf and all. I didn’t even get the chance to show my true feelings, until he showed his true self by betraying me. Stifling a yawn, I walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. Then a knock came moments later, i turned around sharply to see Sebastian by the doorway. “Hi.” I muttered. “Beer?” He asked. I looked down at his hands and saw a six pack of Star Rager. I nodded and he came in, placing the case by the bedside. He corked open one of the bottles and handed it to me. I took a swift gulp. “So…” he smiled, “Why didn’t you tell Billie Jo that you slept with the Alpha already?” I paused. Froze even. My hands

Forty Seven- My hunting gear composed of three things—a mechanic bow, steel arrows, and jars of wolfsbane power mixed with gun snot. I stared at the three objects placed right in front of me. We were outside the cabin. Sebastian drew and I mark-point with wild chalk on one of the walls, said it was perfect for me to practice. Rowan made me change into new clothes before we started to run. It was a long one, leaving me breathless and gasping for air like a fish forced out of water. I couldn’t help but feel exhausted when we got back to the cabin. He offered me a bottle of water and just as I was about to reach it, he yanked it away from my grasp, “You’re a hunter. You should be able to adapt.” I frowned deeply, “Adapt?? I’m thirsty” “Water doesn’t cut it when you’re being chased down by a monster. Your form is lacking.” He winked and walked to the side to grab my bow. “She’s a small town waitress, you can’t expect her to have perfect form immediately.” Sebastian chipped in

Forty—Nine- **AURORA** I waited until Rowan and the others joined me in the shed, panting heavily. It was the same woman, the one who almost killed me if Sebastian hadn’t stepped in. The tears started to stream from my eyes as I wailed woefully. I clutched onto my jacket, plummeting to the ground in sorrow. Rowan and Sebastian came in, they said nothing, just stared as I sobbed endlessly into the night. A waiter from the small town of Midnight bay, to the lover of an Alpha, now I was in aide to a group of hunters chasing down the supernatural. It hurt me deeply, shooting those arrows at him. A dark feeling wavered over me seeing him grown in pain, a part of my very own conscience wanted to rip the poison arrows out of his legs and apologize. Still, the dreadful memory of his betrayal loomed over all. “Should we talk to her now?” I heard Rowan murmur from behind me. “She just shot her mate,” Sebastian responded, “Give the poor child some time to grieve.”