All Chapters of Torn Between Two Moons: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Akira's POV The air in the Shadow Vale smelled of antique rain - cold, metallic, and laden with things that it was better not to speak of. It stuck to my skin as a second shiver, penetrated my clothing, lay in my lungs. As soon as Lyrien and I passed its threshold the world behind us had been forgotten, and a silence fell that was too complete, too final. There was no wind here. No birds. No rustle of life. Only mist waving round dead trees and bleeding earth. Kaiden is still looking at us, I whispered, but I could not see him. I could sense him, as of a phantom pain-- drawing at my heart, at the tie which still throbbed dimly under my ribs. Lyrien did not breathe, as it hurt him to respond. "Not for long," he murmured. When we get further down the Vale will cut it. You will be rid of the Blood Moon, and... Kaiden won't feel you anymore. Not the bond. Not your fear. Not your pain." His words cut a hole in the center of my chest. I choked at the pain. "And you? What will you lose

Akira's POV Cold. Not the one that bites the flesh - the one that oozes into the bones, into the heartbeat. The one that makes you feel like a person has dragged you out of his or her own existence and suspended you between two realities. My eyes opened to mist. Silver fog, thick, and drifting about an interminable stretch of light soil. It was not snow, but seemed like it. It wasn't air, but it breathed. It was all as gleaming as moonlight and memory. I sat up slowly. There was no pain. No tether. No heartbeat that wasn't mine. I was unable to feel him, the first time, since Kaiden marked me. No pull. No warmth. No voice in the wilderness of thought. Just... me. I should have felt free. Instead, I felt empty. A shadow went by in the mist. It resembled the fog itself, which was at first drifting into a form. But as it grew nearer the air was trembling with energy. The fog cleared off him as though it were scared. Lyrien. But not the Lyrien I knew. His eyes were shining

Akira's POV The Vale did not sleep. I could feel its whispers crawling beneath my skin, even with my eyes closed, as voices without mouths, memories without owners. The fog had blown them away, and bits of these fell on my ears, as though they were secrets that needed to be told. She shouldn't exist. The moon forgot her. The kings vowed to kill what she concealed... I clasped my hands behind my head till my nails sank in my head. "Stop." The whispers didn't. They never stopped. They only learned my name. Akira. A shiver tore through me. Lyrien was standing a few feet away, kneeling before what appeared to be a pool of liquid moonlight. He was not that boyish wolf, who flirts, who smiles. here in the Vale he was another--a thing hewn out of wisdom and years of suffering. You are fighting it, he said without glancing at me. "I'm trying not to drown." "It's the same thing." He was on his feet, and the silver ripples were disappearing behind him as though they had never bee

Akira's POVThe Vale reacted before I did.The fog which enclosed me became even tighter, whirling like a living tempest, and the roar of Kaiden resounded in the world. His presence struck me as hard as the falling star - crude, unrelenting, unavoidable.He was here.He even crossed the Vale on my behalf.My breath had come out in stutters, my fingers trembling as the silver ground beneath me throbbed a warning. The old force within me--the force which Lyrien said I had brought to light--was raging, and stroking like a caged animal under my flesh.Do not get near, I said to him.Not that I did not want him close.But that the Vale was not a kingly building...And I wasn't built for wolves."Akira!"His voice clanked again against the mist, nearer this time, more profound, bordered with anger and terror.The type of fear that only a single individual can invoke in the Lycan Kin

Akira's POV The arms of Kaiden remained closely round my waist, as though it would be tantamount to letting the creature within me to crawl out of my body to grant it leave to creep back in. His warmth made its way through the cold of the Vale, yet it did not still the throb of the old power smouldering in my blood. It was awake. It was watching. It wanted him gone. The fog was shuddering about us like a terrified sea. Silver waves came and went, ebbed away in terror whenever the monster within me was excited. The souls, too--they that wander in the fog like wandering shadows--even they kept their distance, murmuring in the broken glass like wind. Lyrien, who was a few feet away, was heaving his chest, and still pale with all that he had just seen. He was gazing at Kaiden as though he were gazing at a madman who had decided to die in the most painful manner. You n