Semua Bab The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy: Bab 61 - Bab 64

VERON’S POVMy fingers drummed the scarred oak desk in my subterranean lair beneath the abandoned mill in BloodMoon Pack, the rough stone walls weeping moisture that trickled down like tears from forgotten gods, pooling in cracks where moss clung stubbornly. The air hung heavy with the coppery bite of old blood from sacrifices long past, mingled with the acrid smoke of burning sage and the sweet, cloying rot of moonflower petals I'd harvested myself under a waning gibbous two nights ago. The Blood Moon's crimson light seeped through a jagged vent overhead, bathing everything in a hellish glow that made the shadows dance like eager demons. At the chamber's heart stood the altar—a hulking slab of obsidian hauled from sacred pack caves, its surface carved deep with interlocking runes: circles for binding, spirals for siphoning, claws for extraction, all glowing faintly as if alive, etched by my own hand with a silver blade dipped in alpha blood. Enchanted chains coiled around its edges

ISABELLA’S POVMy palms sweated against the car door handle as Lucas sped toward the Sigma Chi house, the Blood Moon looming overhead like a bloody omen, casting eerie red shadows on the dashboard. Dylan slouched in the front seat, arms crossed, his scowl deepening every time he glanced back at me, while Lucas drummed the steering wheel to some rap blaring from the speakers. I tugged at my black off-shoulder top again, the silky fabric Mom had shoved into my hands this afternoon, insisting it made me look "presentable." It dipped low across my chest, exposing collarbones and a hint of cleavage I wasn't used to showing, paired with skinny jeans that clung to my legs like a second skin and black ankle boots that pinched my toes. My red hair hung loose in waves down my back, fiery strands catching the streetlights, no makeup except the cherry gloss she'd smeared on my lips, making them plump and shiny against my pale, freckled face. I felt ridiculous, beautiful in a forced way—curves