Todos los capítulos de The Luna’s Second Life: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Violetta's POV I left for the brook, taking the hilly side instead. The brook supplied the River Thebes, which provided the whole Silver Moon pack with water. It was a majestic rocky area, and I remember skipping my way through the dusty road path that most of the pack took.Only when I had turned eight, the first year of my parents dying, did I discover the lonely hilly path. I would go close to dinner time, ensuring no one followed me, especially Carissa and her gang members.As I went up the hill, using the stones as steps, my mind reflected on an incident from the past. It was like I could hear our childish voices loud and out of my mind.“Stop. Don't push me. I can't swim.”“Pussy,” 8-year-old Carissa teased. “If you don't jump, I'm going to catch a frog and shove it into your mouth in your sleep.”“Stop! I hate frogs,” I whined, already getting tearful.“Oh, look at her. She's already crying. “Such a crybaby,” one of her minions teased cruelly, making me more watery. "If you

Violetta's POV“Violetta… Violetta”The voice was high-pitched and eerie but at the same time soft and calm. I twisted and turned on my bed, with a sudden discomfort in my body. I felt like my soul was trying to leave my body, and forcefully too. I held on to my chest in my sleep this time, tossing and turning uncontrollably. Loudly gasping, I sat up only to find myself in a surreal place, bright and white with no end. Panic filled my being as I heard the same voice again.“Violetta, my child of prophecy, the seal to the future, the hold on destruction and peace. The world awaits, unsuspecting of what you bring. Harmony lies in one hand and chaos in the other. Rise, my child; the prophecy lies in your hand, and it will lean in the way that you lean.”I looked around, disturbed by the words of the unseen voice. Worse still, I didn't even know where I was; my heart was beating out of its cage, faster than I could take.“Who… who's there?” I said, almost tearfully.“You must find the tr

Violetta's POVMy whole face was covered in shock.“What?!”“She never told you?”I shook my head in disbelief. “That can't be right. No way.”“No way,” she said, shaking water out of her hands and into the sink.“That… that can't be true. It was just a silly rumor.”Yeah. And one that made me the laughingstock of my age group. “A silly rumor that was true. Very true.”“It can't be true!” I exclaimed. I just didn't want it to be.“But it is,” she said calmly, not minding that I had raised my voice.“That can't be right. I don't believe it.”“Then you're not ready for the truth.”“That's not the truth,” I retorted sharply. I immediately apologized. “I'm sorry. I just… I can't believe that. That rumor ruined my life.”“You can't or you don't want to?” she asked, looking at me intensely. My eyes darted to the floor. Her eyes made me uncomfortable.I didn't have an answer. “If you can't accept something as simple as that, then you won't accept it if I tell you that your mother and I w

Violetta’s POVNo response. That was suspicious.“Step back,” the healer said protectively. There was no noise for a moment, and then we heard footsteps. Slower. Slower. Then boom!I heard the large door bolt unlock, and the door swung open.She was right. It wasn't Caleb. It was a soldier from the attacking side. He pointed his weapon at us, and fear hooked me to the spot.“Surrender or die!”“On your knees, child. On your knees,” the healer said, going down on one knee.But I just froze. For some reason, my legs wouldn't move. I was shaking all over, begging myself to fall off; that would get me to the ground. But my body felt paralyzed to the spot.“Surrender! Now!” the other soldier shouted, his weapon targeted towards me as well.But still my legs wouldn't move, wouldn't go down, and wouldn't bend.“Another life-or-death situation”“Please. She's just scared,” the healer said. Even her eyes pleaded with me.“Keep shut!”He steadied his weapon at me.“Surrender, or you will die

Violetta's POVTheodore was still unconscious by noon. I looked at him, a storm of emotions going through me. I still had that image of him in my head, towering over me with a silver blade.But the past couple of days, his actions begged to differ. He'd saved me twice, in fact three times if I was going to count yesterday.I mean, if he really wanted to kill me, he'd have done so a long time ago, right? There'd been so many opportunities, and yet he'd saved me from every one of them.Or maybe he just wanted to do so himself?I knew that the prophecy made me an easy target, and so no one could be trusted. I couldn't trust him even if he'd saved me from death these few times.But my body said otherwise. My wolf only purred when he was close to me. When his hands brushed against mine, when his eyes stayed on me like an owl, ready to take its prey, I couldn't control the way I felt—the way my body suddenly longed for something that wasn't ease, that wicked, fleshly desire that blinded the