All Chapters of The Luna Queen's Rebirth: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Dominic’s POVShe had said she would be back in a few minutes.That was over an hour ago, and Ellie still wasn’t back.I looked for her, wandering through the festival grounds, but I saw no sign of Ellie. Still, despite the strange pit that formed in my stomach, I decided to give her the benefit of

Ellie’s POVPine Hollow was a quaint little pack tucked between two hills, with a main road running through the center and a lake surrounded by pine trees at the far end. It was peaceful, and especially beautiful at this hour, with the sun setting over the water.Lucas pulled up to the pack house an

Ellie’s POVDays passed, and nothing changed. Not in any ways that mattered, at least.I didn’t see Dominic much during those days. He spent most of his time out of the house, and I spent most of my time at the healer academy, going through the motions of studying and attending classes without really noticing any of it. Everything felt like a blur.Sarah was the only constant in that time. I gave her the knife, still securely wrapped in its bag, the day after the festival.“Please test this, if you can,” I said. Her brows shot up as I held out the bag, but she took it, holding it up to the light.“Why? And for what?” My friend shot me a look.“Would you be mad at me if I only answer one of those questions?” I asked, rubbing my hands together.Sarah’s hand dropped to her side, still holding the bag. “Ellie, is this another one of your secrets?”“The pile hasn’t technically gotten any bigger, if that’s any consolation,” I said with a sheepish smile.Sarah stared at me. I wanted to tell h

Ellie’s POVDominic’s eyes landed on me like two knives slicing across the space between us. He made no effort to hide the disdain he harbored for me in that gaze. I supposed I made little effort on my end, either.He walked up to us. Looked between me and Ryan with that familiar glint of jealousy i

Ellie’s POVSneaking out of my own house wasn’t something I thought I would ever have to do again after the ripe age of sixteen. Those days should have been long behind me, right along with high school crushes and underaged drinking in the woods.But now here I was. Putting on dark clothes, waiting