Semua Bab Rising Of The Dark Luna: A Tale Of Revenge & Redemption : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Marcus.“I’ve been thinking,” Julia began, stepping closer to the desk I was standing by, she placed an arm on my shoulder before speaking, “we’ve been too direct with Mabel."I raised an eyebrow, watching her carefully as I played with the glass of drink in my hand, “too direct?”She nodded slowly, “yes, chasing her—atacking their territory, trying to capture her by force, all of that—it’s noise, wolves respond to force with force, but Mabel… she’s not just a wolf.”I walked away from her, towards the chair two steps away from her, sitting and leaning back on the chair with my legs stretched out, I replied, “if so, then what do you suggest?”She turned, her green eyes shone with something adventurous.“We go quiet, less force—more thinking, less fighting—more strategy, we go smart this time.”“I’m listening.”She smiled, a sly, knowing smile, one that I am very familiar with, I both admire and dread that smile.“We plant someone close to her, not necessarily a wolf and especially not

Lev.George had just left.The door hit shut behind him as he walked out and for the first time all day, I was left to myself, the loneliness swallowed me completely.I didn’t move, not at first, I just sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, palms pressed together like I was praying, but I wasn’t, I couldn’t.I couldn't close my eyes, cause whenever I did, all I could see was his face.Marcus.The unfortunate boy whose only crime was being born with the wrong blood, the boy who was born with a smile, the boy who looked up to me once, before life taught him better.Could it really be him?After all these years, after everything he’d endured—the mockery, the segregation, treated like filth for being born different... like he had a contagious disease and I watched it happen, did nothing.Even when the others shoved him into the mud or ripped his clothes off in training, all I did was look away.And now... I might have to kill him.But can I even raise a hand against him?A knock

Julia.“He's taking too bloody long.”Marcus’ voice cut through the silence in the room.He stood near the window, the rays of the sun shone brightly on him, highlighting the frustration in his eyes.“We should have had Mabel by now,” he added, “all this pretending and wooing—it’s a waste of time to be honest, no assurance of it ever working.”I remained where I was, seated calmly at the long wooden table, having my fingers curled into a fist and resting on the table, Marcus' frustration didn’t move me—at least not anymore.“These things take time,” I said, “if we want her heart—genuinely—then we need to be patient.”He scoffed, “I don’t need her heart, I need her loyalty.”“And how do you plan on getting that?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.He turned toward me, pacing back and forth in a small path, “by taking her—by dragging her back here and making her see sense or forcing her to do my will.”I shook my head, “that won’t work, at least not in the long run," I replied calmly."You

Malia.I stormed out of Lev’s room, my hands trembling as I walked, fist clenching as I slammed it against the nearest wall.He chose her, again.My heart raced, beating so loudly in my chest that I could feel it in my ears, but why? What does she have that I don’t? Why was he so willing to fight the world for her and yet rarely sees me when I am standing right there?Tears burned behind my eyes, but I blinked them back as I stormed down the hallway, I wouldn't cry for someone who never truly saw me, I wouldn't let him have power over me—not again.But I wasn’t just angry—I was done being overlooked, taken for granted like I'm not a wolf, like I can't contribute anything to help the pack.As I passed Cora’s room, I heard the sound of quiet sobs coming from inside her room, so I paused.The door was slightly open, and through the gap I could see her sitting on the edge of her bed, her shoulders dropped low and her hands held tightly to the edges of the bed—she looked… shattered, like s

Lev."I think you should just go," George said after the messenger left."Go? There are critical matters at hand and you want me to attend to some visitors?" I half yelled."No, I am telling you to go see what the visitor wants, for someone to come visit by this time, it has to be something urgent," George continued."That's even more reason to make them wait—who visits anyone at 1am?!!!!""Someone who has something too urgent to sleep on," George replied coolly."Whatever, by the way, how do you expect me to go sit with someone in the midst of what is happening to my pack?" I asked, still not convinced to go."Well, something tells me that this visit has everything to do with what is going on now," George replied.After one final glance at George, I walked away, heading straight for the waiting room.The packhouse still had the scent of ashes mixed with blood—faint but still evident as I passed through the hallways, the scent came in through the open windows or better said, the broke