Semua Bab The rejected luna stolen pups: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Only silence answered his challenge, until the whispered sound of steel against its leather mouth was heard - the sound of many swords drawn out of their sheaths. "Well?" Ethan yelled down to them. "Do you want to stay there and Stare or shall we play?”Silas sneered, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his sword. “Don't get cocky, Ethan. You're outnumbered.”Ethan chuckled darkly, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers surrounding Silas and Liam. “Outnumbered? No, Silas. I'm just better prepared.”Before Silas could reply, Ethan raised his hand in a sharp motion, and his men surged forward.“Attack!” Ethan boomed across the battlefield.There came the resounding clang of steel to steel as Ethan's men hit Silas and Liam's lot. Blades shimmered in the moonlight, and snarls from wolves that had taken their transformed form were raised high in the air.Silas charged, swinging his sword into one of the soldiers of Ethan. "You fools think you can take me down?" he roared, the blows pow

The hard knocking at the door brought Sophie awake with a jerk.Her head was aching badly, her eyes felt very heavy, as though she were swimming in water. Blinking rapidly, she tried to push herself to a sitting position, but a wave of dizziness flowed over her, forcing her back against the bed in one swift motion.The banging continued, but louder this time.Her heart sprang to her chest.Something was wrong. Who could it be? And what could be going to make them bang on the door like this?She had tried to make out where she was. Everything had first appeared foggy, and then as the fogginess in her head started to settle, the outlines became recognizable: her uncle's house.How?Her eyes searched for the clock hanging on the wall. She felt a catch of breath. More than a full day has gone past since the plan to drug Ethan.The whole day was lost.A storm of crashed photography memories whirred back into her mind.She was supposed to knock him out cold. She had been so certain, so prec

The tension in the air was heavy, with Ethan not having answered his son's question, so explosive yet so pure. The weight lay on his chest like a chain of heavy steel as his mind was racing for an answer that just did not exist.But before he could utter a word, the heavy double doors burst open.The echo of the sound off the high ceilings, and every head in the room turned to the guards that had gone to arrest Sophie as they stormed in, dragging a struggling figure between them.Sophie.Her immaculate dress was wrinkled, her blond hair tangled, and her wrists red from where the soldiers had their grip. Her eyes, wild with panic, flashed mutinously as she fought them.The sight of Ethan stopped her.A sob tore from her throat."Ethan!"Before the guards could move to intervene, Sophie tore herself free, stumbled two steps forward and dropped onto her knees before him.It was a sudden movement that was followed by a unified startled gasp from the triplets, where consternation was etche

There was no whispering in the great hall of judgment, no weighing breath of murmur upon its heavy, smothering weight of judgment heavy with unweighed force upon that apparently empty space within the room. The torches stood on the wall; these struggled through as wild specters cast up the shadow over stone sides onto where the council persons were solemn, having a pose of high importance. Thick in resentment, thick in betrayal, the air stood charged with foreboding promise.Then came the scraping of chains along a cold marble floor.The great doors at the far end of the hall creaked loudly as they swung open, and Silas Harris hobbled inside with a guard clutching each arm, his wrists and ankles bound in iron shackles. Even thus hobbled, he still managed to walk with the confident swagger of a man who'd already won. His hair was disheveled, the robes once so pristine torn and dirtied, but his eyes betrayed nothing save mirth.His pale, blue eyes passed across the space, locked in one

The execution ground was dead silent.Countless couples watched in a scene with bated breath as Liam was dragged to the front with hands and legs in heavy irons, his shoulder squared despite such a weight weighing down on him with his prospective death. Yet, his face displayed not a smidgen of emotion, tranquil as it was.Arms bound, the warriors standing around him gripped his arms in firm holds of flexed muscle, eyes flickering to and from each other in silent consensus. Nobody was trusting Liam, even chained.Ethan stood at the head; a gold stud that shone bright and flashed with fury almost stirred. At his sides, fists were bunched, barely repressing the wolf inside his skin.This was it, the moment he had been waiting for.The moment when it all came to an end. The moment when Liam's betrayal was finally going to be answered in blood.The elder of the council stepped forward and cleared his throat."Liam Hayes, you have been found guilty of treason against the White Fang Pack. Yo