All Chapters of From Runt To Luna : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“Handle the Alpha?” I asked her, confusion evident on my face, “Why would you have to handle Alpha Killian? Am I not supposed to be here?”She sighed, then replied “Not exactly. For some reason, Alpha Killian demanded that we not bring you on board for this, even though I tried explaining to him you were probably going to help us speed things along.”I frowned at that. Killian, not wanting me here, was probably for a good reason. I tried to convince myself, but the fact that he thought I would not be able to handle whatever this was angered me more. “So what do you have?” She asked, her expression all too eager.“Well…” I explained everything to her, “Remember that time when humans were getting really sick, so sick we were practically out of rooms in the clinic?”“Yeah? Why?”“Do- Clarissa collected blood samples, a lot of blood samples, and said she wanted to study what was happening to them.” I paused, “I think she did more than that. She found a way to weaponize whatever it was

“There is nothing far-fetched about it!” Camille exclaimed, “I get okay, this is Clarissa, your Doc, and you’re still having trouble accepting what happened or that she could do anything like it, but you have to.” Then she turned to me, "What other symptoms?’I shot Sarah an apologetic glance then proceeded to answer Camille, “I don’t know what symptoms. I did ask for pictures and more samples of Eliza, I suppose she’ll contact me when she’s ready to make it available.”“Well, I suppose that makes some sense. But what exactly does Clarissa have to gain from creating something like that?” Camille asked.“Maybe she plans on selling it?” I shrugged, “I mean going on the run, one would need funds and all that.”“Okay, that does check out. But I mean, it’s not like she was poor or anything,” she added. Throughout this time, Sarah got into her bed and drew the covers over her head.“Sarah?” I called out softly, got up from my bed, and joined her on hers, my arms around her, “Is everything o

CLARISSA’S POV Bianca came into my room later that evening looking nervous. That was not something I saw often. Bianca was many things, most of them irritating, but nervous was not usually one of them. She had always been the kind of woman who could walk into a room full of people who hated her and still find a way to act like she owned the place. I looked up from the papers spread across my bed. “What happened?” She closed the door behind her and leaned against it. “I think someone followed me.” I stared at her for a moment. “You think?” “I’m serious, Clarissa.” “So am I.” I placed the paper I was holding down, “If you think someone followed you, tell me what happened instead of standing there looking like you’ve seen a ghost.” She pushed herself away from the door and walked further into the room. “I noticed the same man twice.” “Where?” “First near Adrian’s room.” I frowned. “And the second time?” “Outside.” “Outside where?” “Near the east side of the pack house.” I

KILLIAN'S POVJordan was perched comfortably in the chair that stood across from my desk. Clarke hovered just shy of the door. Both had been silent for several long moments."I don't know if it's me you'd like more," I said, finally, "but the second of us whoknows about a secret is going to come here and make you talk."Clarke rolled his eyes. "Nope. It's you."Jordan sighed."So are you going to say something? I'm waiting.""For what?" Jordan asked."The truth."He chuckled uneasily. I already told you.""No. You explained.""So that's different?""It is."He shifted in his seat. I had questioned him extensively about the people he considered his friends at the morgue, and when I'd almost immediately begun to doubt him, saying that all I'd heard were rumors, he had pushed back. He hadn't denied the rumors entirely-I knew what he'd done."What exactly did you know about Eliza?""That she had died.""You knew about the aconite."His face set. "I heard it.""From who?"He glanced towar

CLARISSA’S POVBianca came into my room later that evening, looking nervous. That was not something I saw often. Bianca was many things, most of them irritating, but nervous was not usually one of them. She had always been the kind of woman who could walk into a room full of people who hated her and still find a way to act like she owned the place. I looked up from the papers spread across my bed.“What happened?”She closed the door behind her and leaned against it. “I think someone followed me.” I stared at her for a moment. “You think?”“I’m serious, Clarissa.”“So am I.” I placed the paper I was holding down. “If you think someone followed you, tell me what happened instead of standing there looking like you’ve seen a ghost.” She pushed herself away from the door and walked further into the room. “I noticed the same man twice.”“Where?”“First near Adrian’s room.”I frowned. “And the second time?”“Outside.”“Outside where?”“Near the east side of the pack house.”I sat up strai