Todos los capítulos de CHASING HIS LUNA BACK: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Aurelia's point of viewThe air in the dungeon was suffocating, damp with mold and reeking of blood. My wolf was pacing inside me, clawing at the walls of my chest as if she could burst free and tear through every barrier until we found him, until we found Silas. I came here for him and I won't back out without him.Draco stood in front of me, his expression a cold mask. “You think you can storm in here and demand what’s yours?” His voice was calm, too calm, like a serpent before it strikes."That's an order from the Luna of Blackfang, Markus Draco. Your pawn kidnapped my mate and tortured him. I won't leave without him." I stated while staring at him."So much of claim over the pack that sent you to exile. Not sure what to call it, bravery or stupidity?" He hissed at me.I bared my teeth, the words ripping from me like fire. “We will see how much you can claim, but for now, if you don’t step aside, I’ll burn this wretched place to the ground.”For the first time, his lips twitched no

Aurelia's point of viewI swore to the Moon Goddess that I would make every single one of them pay for what they had done to Silas. Every bruise, every cut, every drop of blood they spilled from his body would be repaid in kind.My head snapped toward Roderick, who sat slumped against the cold stone wall, his leg still mangled, blood soaking into the earth beneath him. For once, the arrogance had slipped from his face, replaced with raw, naked fear. His eyes darted to me, wide, pleading but I was past mercy.I strode forward, seized him by the collar, and dragged him upright. His body trembled in my grip.“Who did this?” I snarled, shaking him hard enough that his head smacked against the wall. “Who tortured him? Who ordered it?”He swallowed thickly, throat bobbing, but he remained silent.That silence told me everything.“You,” I whispered, realization dawning like a blade in my chest. My claws pressed against the side of his neck, and he flinched, but I did not strike. “You dared l

Silas’s Point of ViewAfter the hearty exchange of words with Alisha, I went straight to the dungeons to finish what I had started earlier. This thought had been on my mind since I healed from this wound. There needs to hold an interogation between Roderick and I. He knew more than I could imagine.The dungeon was colder than I remembered when I visited where the las time. Stone walls slick with damp, iron bars slick with rust. The air reeked of mildew, sweat, and blood. I could feel what happened here when Aurelia came to take a bait from Alisha. The stench of hopelessness. I walked slowly, every step echoing like a warning. Wolves fell silent when I passed their cells. Even the witches huddled in corners, eyes down, as though they knew I had no mercy left to spare.And why should I? Mercy had cost me an eye and my blood. I was irreplaceable. Walking down to the end of the corridor and stopped at the final cell, where the torchlight flickered just enough to illuminate his drowsy figu

Aurelia's point of viewThe thought od Silas alone with Roderick sent shiver down to my spine and as I was just about to storm out of the office and rush to the dungeons when the door opened.Silas walked in with his face sulken. He seemed too much bothered and his focus was distracted, he didn't notice us too.Dalton and I both froze where we stood. Relief flickered across me he was safe, unbloodied, still standing but it was smothered in an instant. His single eye burned with worry, shadows carved deep in the lines of his expression. The man who could withstand torture, who endured fire on his very skin without breaking, looked as though something had just ripped the ground out from beneath him.Dalton stiffened, sensing it too. I stepped forward immediately, placing my hand against Silas’s chest. His heart hammered beneath my palm, fast and uneven.“Silas,” I whispered, my voice steady though my stomach churned. “What is it? What’s bothering you? Did Roderick say something?”For a

Aurelia's poinr of viewAfter running for like four to six hours, We finally reached the pack's ruined. The ruins of the old pack greeted us like an open grave. Everything was lost...The air was thick with damp rot, and every breath carried the smell of moss and decay. The once-proud structures stood like broken bones, their wooden frames eaten by time, their stone foundations choked by creeping vines. Wind whistled through shattered windows, and the sound carried like the wails of ghosts.I shifted back to my human form as soon as my paws hit the cracked courtyard stones. The earth was cold beneath my bare feet. My breath caught in my throat, and before I knew it, a tear slid free, hot against my chilled skin.This was my birthplace. I lived here, grew here and found my indentity in this place. Still, those memories seemed fresh like we are talking about yesterday. Here, in these crumbled walls and hollow ruins, my life had begun and ended, in a way. Everything I remembered, everyth