Semua Bab Marked by Moon Fire: Bab 61 - Bab 68

The slamming of the door caused everyone to freeze in panic. Heads whipped towards the door to see a massive wolf walking through. Eyes wide. The servants, maids and guards stood in fear. They had never seen a wolf as massive. The guards stood on alert to fight, drawing out their swords. Their trembling fingers gripped the swords tightly with wide eyes. They positioned, one leg forward and one backward, waiting for the wolf to attack. Varn growled at them. Yet, he didn't turn to attack. He walked towards the stairs. Then—They saw her. Nyssa. She lay on his back. Eyes closed. Clothes wet. Their eyes widened. Lucy rushed out of the left wing. She saw Varn and Nyssa on his back, looking lifeless. And ran towards them.She has been waiting in panic. “Get the pack healer.” She yelled, following Varn, who made his way up the stairs. Lucy's command pulls them all out of their trance. They hurried out, rushing to get the pack healer. On getting to his chamber, Varn pushed the doo

“Step aside. I want to see my daughter!” Papa Ganda's voice rang through the hallway. Behind him was Alice, who was trying to calm her father down. But Papa Ganda didn't listen. The moment Papa Ganda stepped into the Moonrage pack, the wind unpleasantly greeted him. His heart raced; he knew something was wrong. He rushed into the packhouse. When he got into his room, Alice was there. But Nyssa wasn't. “Papa!” She screamed, rushing into his hug.She was fine. She was safe. Then—-“Nyssa.” He called. Pulling Alice away from his embrace, he asked with urgency, “Where is she?” Alice frowned. “The last time I heard, she had a meeting with the Alpha.” Papa Ganda's eyes hardened. What did Lucien do? Without wasting a moment, he turned and began to walk out of the room with a large slide. Alice frowned and quickly followed. She raced behind him. “Papa. What's wrong?” She asked. “Did something happen?”Papa Ganda didn't reply. He was almost running with his long robe that he gathere

The weather was bright the following morning. The curtains in the council room opened for the light of the day to slip in. The elders came in one after the other. Some rushed in late, and even Fabian, Beta of the Moonrage pack, had come in late while Lucien sat on the high table, waiting patiently for them all. They were clueless as to why a meeting should be held. Unlike before, everything was under control. At least, that was what they thought. When Fabian entered, Lucien’s jaw tightened. It took everything in him not to leap across the room and tear the man apart. Varn growled inside him, restless, craving blood. But Nyssa had a different plan for him. Fabian’s eyes flicked to Lucien more than once, searching, uneasy. Did Nyssa tell him? Did she expose what he had done? He clenched his fists, cursing himself for not cutting the rope himself, for not finishing Nyssa with his own hand. Those foolish boys had ruined everything.On his seat, his fingers clenched, yet his eyes star

“Do not run away from me, Nyssa.” His voice came out firm and low. Nyssa's toes curled at his firm tone. Slowly and carefully, he pulled her closer to himself. One hand rested at the lower back while the other slowly intertwined his fingers with hers, as he dipped his head to the curve of her neck. “Nyssa… don't go.” His voice sounded like a melodious plea in her ear. She released a shaky breath. “I need you.” He whispered. Nyssa opened her mouth; she wanted to speak, but nothing was forming in her thoughts. Nothing other than the feel of his hot breath on her exposed shoulder, which ran down to the pool of her core, wetting her undergarment. Nothing other than the feel of his firm fingers locking with hers. Or his strong arm that rested at her lower back. She was a mess. A complete mess. In one swift move, Lucien picked Nyssa up, lifting her with both hands in bridal style. Nyssa yelled, eyes wide as she unintentionally wrapped her hands around his neck. “Lucien, what are you