บททั้งหมดของ Rising Of The Dark Luna: A Tale Of Revenge & Redemption : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 69

George.The large table was cluttered with maps—stained with ink and torn at different sides, Lev sat across from me, his hands locked tightly together as he glared at the papers."No matter what, we need to strike back," Lev said, his voice low—cold, "the southern rogues think they can get away with walking into our land and tearing our people apart?"I leaned forward, not completely sure whether to agree or to challenge him, "Lev, we don’t even know for sure that it was them."Lev snapped his gaze to me, "who else could it have been, George? They’re the only ones with that motive and the guts to pull a stunt like this.""Yes, I know, but something doesn't sit right with me," I continued."Something like?"I crossed my arms over my chest, "Think about it Lev, we’ve fought these rogues before, they’re ruthless, yes, but not that calculated—not this still," I explained."So? Who said the rogues can't adapt or change?" Lev shot back."Lev, the wolves that attacked us weren't just brutal

Julia. The table between us was littered with hand-sketched borders with red ink used to indicate patrol spots. Marcus stood across from me, speaking in a low voice but the weight behind his words couldn't be overlooked. "So what are you suggesting?" I asked. "We shall attack the Black Fang territory again," he said as his fingers played with a corner of the map. "We will start from here," he said, tapping a spot on the map, "then we will break through here," he added, tracing a path to another spot on the map. I watched him closely, following the movement of his hands. "We’ll hit the southern ridge first, then circle back toward their water line—they won't see it coming." I nodded, taking in everything he said. "So wh—" A loud bang cut me off, we turned to see the door wide open as a rogue, panting and wide-eyed, stumbled in. "You better have a good reason for this!" Marcus barked. His voice cracked as he spoke, "someone's breached t—the border! They’re... the

Mabel He was asleep and for the first time since I met him, he looked completely vulnerable—his face was bruised and bloodied, one eye nearly swollen shut. His chest rose and fell unevenly, each breath came with a sound of pain—the stiffness of his features explained his pain. I stood over him with a damp cloth in one hand and a bowl of water resting at my feet, my own hands trembled but I wasn't scared. I crouched down beside him, dipping the cloth into the warm water and moving it gently over his body, wiping away the blood on his skin. I dipped the cloth back in the bowl, squeezing it once and watching the blood mix with water swirl down before bringing it back to his face, gently cleaning away the mess there. His body shook each time I swiped on an open flesh. Every touch was careful, every swipe of the cloth came with a silent apology for the pain I put him through and still putting him through. He didn’t wake up, not even when I touched the side of his neck—my hand

Marcus.She called out for Lev, her voice so faint, so light such that a human ear wouldn't hear it.Watching her lay on the floor, calling out to Lev made me feel a sense of pity towards her. Maybe she could be as harmless as she looks."Lev?" She called out again, this time, with more force behind it. Her deep questioning tone sparked a sense that she knew something.I quietly moved around, turning my head from side to side as my unsettled mind searched for any sign of Lev. But there was none.The thought that ran through my mind afterwards was how she was able to sense me or him. Last I checked, she couldn't tap into her wolf instincts."Lev!" This time around she yelled it with gusto, supporting herself with the tree and roots around her till she got up on her feet.I ducked as she pushed her head up, sniffing out the air. She looked to be following a trail.Then it all clicked. The bond between them was sealed when Lev marked Mabel as his mate, signified by the mate scent—the onl

Mabel.I nodded slowly, my eyes still resting on the stranger who now I know to be Marcus.He leaned back against the tree, and his face remained calm but hard to read. His name sounded familiar like I had heard it before. I tried to remember where and when, but nothing came back to me. The air between us seemed to shift slightly the moment he said it, I had to try to calm things down a bit."Are you… are you human?" I asked, cautiously.Marcus chuckled, the sound low and warm. "Yes, no—it’s complicated," he replied, eyes scanning mine as he spoke."Not something I like to talk about."I nodded again, feeling the heaviness behind his words. His body looked slightly tense, but his voice still held its softness. His green eyes looked into mine intently, holding reluctance behind his gaze.I wanted to reach out to him. To know what his heavy eyes held back, but for some reason, I didn’t. Deciding it's best not to push him. So I kept nodding. We sat in silence for a while. Couldn't help