บททั้งหมดของ Thrown Back by the Moon Goddess: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Maverick povWhen we met in the Silent Night Hawk I knew Cassius was working with Hartley to some extent. Apparently Hartley sometimes has jobs for Cassius. In return Hartley ensures that no campaigns are set up to extinguish the rogues and he provides food. Convincing Cassius that Hartley would betray him somewhere down the line wasn’t easy. But he kept meeting with me. I’m sure Morgan played an important part in the initial trust. At first I tried convincing Cassius that we would both have more to gain by working together than we would lose. I would have the throne and would have eliminated Hartley. Cassius and his men would no longer be rogues. But then I remembered his anger from my previous life. How he let everyone return to the Kingdom but me. I’d pulled his file from the archives. 18 years ago he was banished for attacking Alpha John. I was just one year old. The file didn’t contain a reason for the attack. I looked back. Before the attack he was sent on a mission and upon

Maverick povThe few stolen minutes with Liberty made me doubt my choice of disappearing. Now, back at the campfire I sit with Cassius. I’d expected Cassius to reprimand me, to rub it in that he was right. To tell me that going to the banquet was a stupid idea. Even if I didn’t get caught.A sigh escapes me as I stare into the flames. I thought Liberty would be safe from Hartley’s and Samantha’s plotting if I disappeared but I was wrong. Samantha clearly realises that Liberty is the best choice for a mate. Liberty is an excellent choice for a queen. She is smart, kind and just. For Hartley and Samatha she is also a political joice, by binding Liberty to them they’ll have access to the military power of Howling Moon. Being able to command that power might be enough to defeat packs of a neighbouring Kingdom. Though I highly doubt that Harrisson will lend his warriors for Hartley’s and Samantha’s greed. Father has asked him to join him in campaigns but Harrisson prefers to keep his wa

Liberty povMadeline and I packed our bags. Madeline is all over the place, worrying her clothes are unfit to spend time at a court. I emphasize to not only take her best clothing but also plenty of practical clothing as we don’t know where we are going and what will happen to us. We might be thrown into the cells once we get there. Naveah nudges me, encouraging me to stay positive, /We will endure. At least we have someone who loves us. We’re also better prepared for whatever. We’re stronger and wiser./I can only agree. We were young and most importantly naive. I wish I’d have had time to visit Olwyn to seek her guidance. As I watch Madeline say goodbye to her parents. All three of them are warriors. All three know that walking into the unknown is risky. They might never see each other again.This morning I had the same moments with Mum and Cooper. The uncertainty if we will see each other again is almost crippling. Watching Madeline and her parents causes a lump to settle in my th

Maverick povI always thought that knowledge was power. The more you know the easier and better your decisions are. But that doesn’t seem to be true. Those saying ignorance is bliss are the ones that are correct. Cassius has planted spies and scouts in as many packs as he could for me. Every spy came back with news. Some of the information was clear. Some information was interesting but I wasn’t sure how to interpret it. For example Candy going back to her pack. It made sense, Hartley had publicly denied being involved with her. What didn’t make sense is that once back in her pack she developed an interest for botany. She roamed around the pack, picking fruits, vegetables and flowers. It wouldn’t have been so noticeable if she’d not be holding a book in her hand. She also didn’t attend warrior training. So it’s clear that she is planning something but what, for who and when?Then the spies came back from Howling Moon. Sending me into an outrage. Hartley, or should I say Samantha, wa

Liberty povI stare in Barto’s pleading eyes. The silence in the cells seems to last for hours. Barto stares back at me. His eyes hold fear, which is understandable. I’d fear being tortured too. Claude looks between us. Trying to read my face while keeping Barto in a tight hold.Claude throws Barto back to the floor and stomps out the cell. locking the door. Grabbing my hand he practically drags me up the stairs. His warriors stand outside, confusion written all over their faces. “Do you need us to do something Alpha?” Beta Ivan asks, concern lacing his voice. “No, I just need to speak with Liberty in private,” Claude replies without breaking stride. I move along with him. Do I want to plead for Barto’s life if it’s necessary? Who is Barto? Is he here on his own behalf or is he sent by someone? Claude keeps pulling me along in silence. When we enter his office he lets go of my arm. He stands opposite of me breathing hard. I wait for him to gather himself. Meanwhile I’m using the