Semua Bab The Luna’s Second Life: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Chapter 62Theodore's POVI woke up in the healer's tent. My head and my whole body were burning over 100 degrees. I opened my eyes, not even attempting to sit up.The healer pressed a cold cloth on my body.“You're awake.”I said nothing. My head felt heavy without me lifting it.“What happened to me?”The last thing I remembered was pink dust over me in the forest.I remembered the figure in the cloak, but her face was blurry now. Worse still, I remembered her with a strong feeling of familiarity.“You were found almost gone in the forest. Fighting for your life basically. I should be asking you what happened in the forest”“I …”The images flashed in my head. “Argh!”, I responded to the sharp pain. “Calm down. You don't have to remember it now.”“I chased someone down. I don't seem to be able to remember who it was but…”I paused. The image was still blurry even when she looked back.Or had I just been hallucinating?“I think she may be one of us. I knew I was shocked because she

Theodore's POVI was surprised she actually got up to help me with the duvet.The faint lamplight cast shadows across the wooden walls of the healer’s cottage, and the faint crackle of the fire in the corner filled the silence. The air smelled faintly of herbs and simmering broth, grounding me in a space that felt too intimate for what my body craved at this moment.As she slid the duvet over me properly, her fingers brushed against my arm, and instinctively I grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to myself. She flinched, her breath turning shallow, each inhale quicker and sharper, betraying what words could not.“Are you ready to tell me what you're a lover of now?” I asked, my voice low, nearly a growl.Her chest heaved up and down, hair falling forward, covering half her face in a curtain of silken strands. The rest spilled down to her selvedge, strands swaying with each trembling breath. My eyes lingered. I bit my lower lip, more attracted to her than I dared admit aloud.“Uhhmm…”

Nolan’s POVThe council chamber was heavy with heat, not from fire, but from the crushing weight of accusations thrown at me like daggers. The stone walls echoed with voices, sharp and demanding, as though they would squeeze the truth from me by sheer force. My jaw ached from grinding my teeth, my patience worn thin under the elders’ endless questioning.And then just then the doors creaked open.The sound alone seemed to slice through the chamber. The atmosphere shifted immediately; sharp whispers replaced open accusations. Heads turned in unison. It was as though a sudden wind had blown into the room, scattering the elders’ fire and leaving them breathless.For them, it wasn’t a pleasant surprise.For me, it was the idiom come alive: saved by the bell.Luna Theresa stepped in.“Greetings, Alpha. Elders,” she said with a poised courtesy bow, her voice calm yet layered with authority.But it wasn’t just her.Behind my mother came Carissa Orson.The last person I could have expected to

Violetta's POVI didn't get much sleep last night. How could I? After our bodies had almost collided with the sink? The tension. The electrifying feel of the moment. I could have sworn my heart stopped for those seventeen minutes. I couldn't forget how stuck on him I was, imagining him biting into the softest parts of my body like that red apple yesterday. How had he brushed off the running apple juice from the side of my lower lip?How could I possibly forget? It was the most intense seventeen minutes of my life. I'd waited, my body ready to accept any irrational decisions from him. Yet, would it really be irrational if we were in the moment?Well, it didn't matter because Theodore just turned away from me yesterday like we'd not just been insanely hung up on each other seconds ago.With three of the dumbest words I'd heard, “we should get some sleep.”Make that five words.So I stayed up most of the night, not because I wanted to hit it, but because there was a mix of excitement a

Theodore's POV I rushed after Violetta, utterly confused at the scenario that had just ensued.What had happened to her? What had she seen?When I met her on the passage, she was literally bathing herself from the rushing tap. I rushed to her.“Violetta, slow down. What happened to you?”I tried to hold her, but she stumbled back, hand out like I was with a weapon ready to attack her.“I'm… I don't… I don't know.”“Just breathe… calm…”“Stop saying ‘breathe,’” she blurted, cutting me off.“I'm sorry. I just … I freaked out. I didn't feel peace. Instead, it was like… I was being drawn in…” She paused to catch her breath. “It was like I was being drawn into more darkness,” she said. Her eyes flickered with fear and a lot of anxiety. I wanted to pull her close, to hug her and hold her hand.But I resisted, maintaining our distance. Silence fell on us for a moment, and I could only hear Violetta's excessive breathing. I hated to see her in these states.“It's your first. It's always lik