บททั้งหมดของ Rising Of The Dark Luna: A Tale Of Revenge & Redemption : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Cora.Sensing a presence around me, I remained vigilant, hearing sounds around me but no one in sight.Their steps too light to be scouts, but yet so organized, more like a set-up not an accident.My fingers held tightly onto the dagger I had as I crouched near the edge of the riverbank, the moon light illuminated the forest, the trees offering no cover.And out of nowhere, I heard quick feet running to trap me.Three... no, five...no 10.Alot of them, shadows passing between trees.I got into action quickly, with the dagger in hand, slashing at the first one before he got close, he yelped, stumbling back as blood gushed out from where I cut.The others looked very much unbothered.I twisted, ducking a claw going straight for my neck, turning and burying my blade into another’s thigh, he howled, falling, but another quickly lunged at me from behind.A heavy fist landed on my ribs, I gasped, stumbling backwards, swinging wildly, another caught my wrist and twisted it, cracking the bone

Mabel.I could feel everything, see everything, hear everything.Every action, my claws at him and his at me.Every angered growl that passed through my throat.Every blow I landed on him.Lev.Running through the forest, I felt a strong pull.For some reason, the only thing I could think about was pinning him down, and it wasn't for good reasons.The fight was hard, bloody... Lev stood his ground, something that I wouldn't have ever imagined.But I got the upper hand, or better still... it got the upper hand, pinning him down to the field.I saw his face beneath me... bruised, bloodied, but still Lev... I could no longer take it, the real me let out a cry, more like a cry for help.But nothing came out.The beast had taken full control.My arms moved without my command, cruel and untamed.I watched in horror as my claws tore through his chest again, he grunted in pain, not shoving me back.His eyes dilated... wild, then it flickered blue, I saw him... Lev, right through his eyes.And

Mabel.He didn’t stop staring at me.Not in the creepy, looming kind of way, no, just… intensely.Like he was trying to read a book or a message written across my face.I shifted under the weight of his stare, curling my injured leg tighter beneath the old blanket.“Soooo,” he said, dragging the word like it was heavy, “are you gonna tell me what is going on or do I keep pretending you didn’t just whisper 'why do you smell like him?’ Like we are in some fantasy drama?”I winced.“You heard that?”“The room’s not that big," he smirked, “and also, you kind of said it out loud.”I turned away, trying to calm the struggle in my chest.The mate scent was too thick now... I could taste it in the air, my skin buzzed from it, it didn’t make sense.None of it did.And he wasn’t letting it go.“What’s the scent?” he asked softly, "you keep reacting like it’s choking you.”“It’s nothing,” I mumbled.“That kind of 'nothing' usually doesn’t make people look like they've seen a ghost.”I sighed, gr

Mabel. The message on the wall glared at me, "Come home, little wolf." I stared at it, shaking, the words burrowing into my skull. My breathing was ragged. Too loud. The silence in the cabin pressed in from every direction, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. I stumbled to my feet, ignoring the pain threading through my side. The place looked like a war zone broken furniture, claw marks pierced into the walls, the air still thick with the foul scent of the creatures that had come through. I moved to the door, scanning the edge of the forest for signs of struggle. The path was stained with blood, his blood and drag marks led into the trees. My knees buckled at the sight. He fought. He fought so hard. And I hadn’t been enough. No. No more running. No more hiding. I was done being afraid. I stood, chest heaving, and let the wolf rise within me. I didn’t shift not yet. I just needed its strength. Its clarity. Its rage. “I’m coming for you,” I whispered into the

Lev.“It could be him,” Cora said, quiet but steady, like she had already accepted it.Her words filled the room, weighty—too heavy, too real.I didn’t answer at first.Couldn’t, I couldn't possibly say anything, it's just not possible.My fingers curled into fists on my knees as I sat on the bench by the open window, leaning onto them, the cold wind tearing through the silence, but I barely felt it.Marcus.That name hadn't crossed my lips in years, not having any need to speak of him or about him.“He wouldn’t come back, he won't dare,” I said finally, “last we heard, he crossed into the human world, got lost there.”Cora didn’t flinch, “you sure about that?” she raised am eyebrow.“It’s impossible.”“You know Lev, you are not the only one who changed, you weren't the only one who passed through the fire Lev.”I looked at her then, eyes narrowing.She stood with her arms folded across her chest, leaning on one foot—her gaze remaining fixed on me.“You really think it’s him,” I said.