Lahat ng Kabanata ng Make Believe: A New Luna: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

As I run through The Wither - dodging fallen trees, thorn-choked bushes, withered stumps – I realize that my wolf’s senses are normal. And that means one of two things: either the Hunt has lifted the magic of the fog for me or it never affected my wolf in the first place. I don’t have the time to figure out which. I can hear Blaise directly ahead of me. His panicked crashing through the undergrowth and decaying foliage. And screaming – doing the Hunt’s work for them. Not that they need his help. I can hear them too. Surrounding him. Herding him. Fuck! I push myself into a burst of speed, though I know it’s probably futile. The only way that I’ll get to Blaise before the Hunt does is if they let me. And if they let me get there first… It’s because they want to toy with us. To see what I’ll do. My h

“What do you mean we don’t have enough manpower to complete the fortifications on time?” I demand of my council of generals. “The population has been depleted, your majesty. The small demon population has become suspiciously small and we’re starting to lose those of middle grade power as well,” Churchill says. That stuns me. I hadn’t realized that there was a population issue. That isn’t good. Small demons aren’t going to give you a ton of power on their own, but having the blood of that many? And then moving up to medium grade demons? It can only be one being. My generals see the look on my face and nod. “We agree, my queen,” Scipio says. “We’ve sent out search parties to try and locate the whereabouts of Hesperos, but to no avail.” Hesperos, the Morning Star, Samael, The First Betrayer. So many names for a being older than the world itself. Lucifer. “Do we have

I have been working for days with the rest of the Bound to get ready for the mortals to arrive. Queen Titania changed how she wanted to greet the pair at least five times: water, flying them from the portal to the fae mound, allowing them to fall from the portal to a spongy undergrowth and bounce to the mound. Each idea was nearly completely executed before the queen would change her mind and we had to start over again. Not that this is atypical for our queen, but it is exhausting, given that many of the Bound don’t have powers and those of us that do, don’t have many. You try moving a giant springy balubar vine without getting eaten. Not an easy task. When I saw the plans for the glitter bomb and vine welcome, I knew that had been the plan all along. It was elegant, something that looked like a celebration, but was really a good way to trace the witch’s magic and follow the wolf when he shifts. And the bespelling of the wine? Well,

Twenty minutes later, Phoenix, Sebastián, and I are making our way down the halls towards King Oberyn’s rooms. Normally, I would have a cloaking spell over me to traverse the mound. Like I said, the fae around here aren’t particularly fond of mortals. And we being partially mortal is enough for them to treat me like I’m disposable – or worse, punishable. Over centuries, my bloodline tangled itself with fae of every kind—and still, the stain remains. I’m probably more fae than half of the beings in that feasting hall, but it doesn’t matter. Especially my cousins – the legitimate fae of the court, be they bastards of my grandparents’ marriage or not. It doesn’t matter whether they are legitimate heirs or not, they were considered better than the human bound to the court. Problem is that they know that I am my grandfather’s favorite. If he were to abdicate his throne, it’s very possible that he would name me his heir, even if it angered

I don’t want to do this. The thought of kissing Elderon makes my stomach roil. Oh, he’s wrapped up in a pretty package, just like all elves, all wavy black hair, blue eyes, and sinewy muscle. But over the years of his pursuit, I’ve learned things about my would-be husband. The things he likes to do to the maids and guards behind the walls of his bedroom. His penchant for blood and screams. And the times that the healers haven’t been able to revive his victims. But I also don’t want to touch anyone other than Jai. My mate. I have waited centuries for him, only to have to make a spectacle of our bond immediately. But if I don’t do something that Queen Vaedra finds to be suitable punishment, then she’ll make us do something even worse. I’m sorry, I say to Jai through the link that I established with him the second that I saw him. I walk to Elderon, the smarmy smile on his face making me want to punch it off.