Semua Bab LUNA'S CURSE; Her Three Messiahs: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Keira POV I've never seen a person in such control as they stare at a bunch of people that want to kill them.Kaden looks bored. His posture is not that of a person contemplating a fight that might claim his life, nor is it one of a haughty prince who believes himself to be invincible. If anything, he looks like he's about to tie his shoes. My heart freezes in my chest. No one can tell. That's what bugs me the most. Can't they see how dangerous this man is? I see the cords of his forearm muscles as they tighten around the hilt of his sword, the lightness of his feet as he bounces on their balls, the sharpness in his eyes. His entire body is a weapon, every gesture breathes death. He's lean and powerful, a creature of years and years of training, and worse, he's the alpha, even if he hasn't claimed the title officially. If this were a full moon, I'm sure his wolf will eat through every one here. Despite the fact that he's not, he's still the most dangerous thing I've ever seen. Why

Dax POV Then I hear it. Screaming. It’s faint, but with my senses open, it’s as sharp as if someone were yelling right beside me.Shit.The top of the tree is just a couple of feet away. I was seconds from reaching it, from seeing everything spread out before me… But the scream tears into me. I hesitate for a breath, curse under my breath, and start back down.Climbing down is worse than going up. Every move burns. My arms and legs shake from the effort, but I keep moving as fast as I can. Branch to branch, swinging as I go, forcing my body to obey. The bark scrapes my palms. My boots slide once and I nearly lose balance. I slam my shoulder into the trunk and keep going. Above me the wind keeps shifting, carrying those screams straight into me. They cut at my nerves. They push me harder. Anger boils. Fear too. Something is happening down there, and every part of me says I need to reach it before it’s too late.“Quickly, Dax,” Fenrir growls inside my head. “Do not waste another moment

Keira POVThe next few weeks pass in a blur. Kaden's return and his display changed everything, but not for the better. The instructors, now under more pressure themselves, have doubled down, and we recruits are being driven harder than ever before. I can’t remember the last time I slept through the night or woke up feeling rested. Every morning starts in the cold dark before dawn, and every night ends with me collapsing onto my thin mattress, my body aching from my skull down to my heels. A constant, dull burn has taken up permanent residence in my muscles. The schedule is relentless and unchanging: first weapons drills on the frozen field, then hours of sparring in the gritty arena, and finally, military education. By the end of the day, my knuckles are raw and bleeding, my arms shake too badly to hold a spoon steady, and I have to fight to keep my eyes open.The only small comfort I can find is in my performance. I’m not doing badly. My scores consistently land near the top of the

Keira POV Thea and Vera follow behind me as we walk into the mess hall. After the chill of the night, the sight of the lit hearth is a comfort. Flames flicker over glowing coal, and I feel the wonderful heat seep into my bones. With our guard duty finally over, the mess hall was the only place any of us wanted to be. But Thea’s words from the wall walk continue to trouble me, a low hum underneath my fatigue. I make my way towards our usual table, a circular slab of scarred wood closest to the fire, and scan the room. After weeks of training, the changes in the recruits are obvious, and not just in their bodies. The boy with the big ears—Lars, I think his name is—isn’t slouching anymore. He sits straight, his shoulders filling out his shirt. The girl who always looked like she was about to cry, Mara, now has a thin white scar cutting through her eyebrow. She’s laughing at something, her hand resting easily on the pommel of her practice sword. They look tougher, more certain of themse

Keira POV Her fist sails past my face, a pale blur that stirs the air. I lean back, the breeze it creates a whisper against my cheek, stirring my hair. She follows without hesitation, another punch aimed at my jaw. I slip aside again, my body a fluid motion, sliding on the balls of my feet like I’ve done a thousand times in training. A quick, precise kick to her heel, and she stumbles with a grunt of pain. The sound is swallowed by the roar that surrounds us.“Thea, you're being stupid!” I yell, but my words are torn apart by the din. If Roric and Thea's fight was interesting to this bloodthirsty crowd, this spectacle — a fight between best friends — is a true masterpiece. They go apeshit, a single, roaring beast hungry for more.Thea bellows, a raw, wounded sound, and charges. I have to dance away, but my hesitation costs me. It’s her, after all. My Thea. Her shoulder clips me square in the chest, and a lance of brilliant, white-hot pain shoots through me. My own anger, hot and sudd