All Chapters of From Runt To Luna : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CAMILLE’S POVI took a deep breath, suddenly feeling a wave of nervousness. I had assured the girls the day before that I would have no problem talking to Beta Clarke and getting him to answer all the questions we had relating to this war that was on the horizon. But now that I was actually here I found myself hesitating. Not because I couldn’t do it but because I did not feel comfortable with the thought of using him like that.But you’re not using him, a small voice said within me, you just need some things cleared up. There’s nothing wrong with that.The voice was right. There was nothing wrong with me getting some answers out of him, but I sincerely hoped he did not see it as me using him or anything of the sort.Standing in front of his room in the pack house, I looked around nervously then knocked softly.“Who is it?” His voice, gruff, asked from within.“It’s - uh,” My voice cracked, I cleared my throat, “It’s Camille.”I heard no sounds from within despite how desperately I st

CLARKE’S POVEverything was not okay. At all. My arms were still wrapped around Camille whose breathing had slowed down. Guess she was finally asleep. Why did my wolf come out at that moment? I wondered to myself. Was that how it was always going to be anytime someone mentioned Eliza? That was not good for me.The appearance of my wolf today was a warning sign to my current mental health, I was just glad it liked Camille, else the story would have been different.Should I have told her everything? I found my cousin writhing in agony, her skin covered in blisters and pus, the words she said with difficulty as she felt the stabbing pain in her throat. How she asked me, no, begged me, to end her suffering, her body going limp in my arms as I obliged her. What little light she had in them was gone and there was no difference when she lost her life. I ended her suffering. I really did. There was no question about that, but what was I supposed to do about the overwhelming sense of guilt I n

KILLIAN’S POVClarke was right, there was no way of knowing for certain whether what Clarissa did to Eliza could not be done to us. The wind whizzed past me as I ran, my feet thudding on the ground loudly in the quiet of the night. It was important that I met with the scientists and discussed this new theory, and told them to figure out how exactly something like that could be avoided.The images of Eliza’s rotting body, filled with pus and boils, her skin a sickly green that seemed to be falling off flashed through my mind, then the image was replaced with Lilliana. Suddenly, it wasn’t Eliza who was on that bed; it was her, pleading with me to end her life. That was not something I wanted to ever happen, so I ran even faster.Surprisingly, and thankfully, the lab was open and there were some of its inhabitants moving around and muttering to themselves with practiced hurry. One of them saw me and stopped short.“Alpha Thorne.” She said with a slight bow, pushing up her glasses with he

I reached forward in an attempt to catch her but she caught herself.“So what about you?” She asked.“What?” I looked at her, a look of confusion on my face, “What about me?”“You know- how come you’re not drunk?” She asked, as she took a sip from her cup.“Oh no reason. I just don’t like alcohol.” I shrugged in response. I had seen the things alcohol made people do. How it removed all inhibitions and turned people into beasts. I vowed I would never let myself lose my self control like that. Ever.“But it’s a paaarrrtyyyy.” she whined.“It is a party. I know that, but we both know how I felt about the woman being celebrated, so no I don’t want to drink.” I shook my head,She pouted her lips, “Such a party pooper but okay. I’ll drink with Sarah then.”“Sarah is drunk and about to pass out.” I pointed out, my eyes darting to the lady in question who had now turned Camille into an uncomfortable shoulder pillow.“Eh, it wouldn't be the first time. She’ll recover in a bit. Us wolves are ne

CHAPTER 99“Sorry?” I stared at the strange woman in front of me in confusion.“I said I require your expertise,” she repeated, much slower this time like she was talking to a child. I mean, I was probably a child to her but that did not mean I appreciated the way she was acting.“Do you normally act all condescending towards the people you seek help from?” Sarah asked, voice tight with annoyance.“I don’t recall ever once speaking to you,” the lady said, not sparing Sarah a glance, her eyes on mine.“You don’t get to talk to my friend that way,” I warned, a low growl at the back of my throat.“You’re hardly intimidating, pup.” She sneered.“You approached me. Acting all high and mighty, remember, then you go on to disrespect my friend.” I retorted.She let out a low groan, fingers massaging her temples, and muttered some words to herself that I couldn’t catch.“What was that?” I demanded, “What did you say?”“Okay, clearly, your emotions are high,” she tried.“Nope, yours is the only