Semua Bab The Curse of Fated Mates : Bab 111 - Bab 120

“For how long exactly?” Sandro's voice was like ice. “How long have you been cunning your way into the minds of the pack’s people?”Lysandra shook her head. “I didn't have a choice,” she whispered. Gone was the terrifying woman who had put me on the spot with just her gaze and in its place was an old lady full of fear. “I don't have time for this right now. Lock her up.” Sandro said. “I don't want anyone going in or out. Treat her like the traitor she is. No communication.”Trevor dragged Lysandra to her feet. She didn't resist, she just kept staring at me with those hollow, terrified eyes.“Alpha, please. If they leave me, he'll kill me,” she tried begging.“You're lucky I didn't kill you at the very spot you stand,” Sandro cut her off. “Take her. Now.”Trevor dragged her away, her pleas fading into the forest. I stood frozen, watching the scene play out while her final words echoed in my head“She's the traitor Seraphina talked about. All this time we were gone, thinking Silas was

“A blood moon?” I repeated, staring at where she pointed. I had heard that term before, but I couldn't for the life of me, remember what it meant.Sure enough, the moon, which had been pale and normal just moments ago, now slightly bled crimson at its edges. The color was spreading like a stain.“What does that mean?” Sandro demanded.“It means your time just ran out.” The woman finally lowered her gaze to us. “Or maybe, your time has come.”“A blood moon is a rare occurrence. When it rises, magic loses control. Things that shouldn't be possible become inevitable.” She looked directly at me. “And powers like yours become the most unpredictable.” “Great,” I muttered. “Just fucking great. As if I didn't have enough problems.”“Who are you?” Sandro asked again, more forcefully this time.Before she could answer, Lin burst from behind us with a gasp. “Lady Thalia?” she exclaimed, making a little curtsey while Sandro, Trevor and I stood, watching the exchange.The woman's severe expressio

A deep bellied laughter boomed across the wide clearing, causing me to tear my eyes away from the figures that appeared. “What are you doing, Malachi?” I demanded, my fist clenching as I regained my stance. “If it's me you want, then come for me.”“Not everything is about you, Luna Elara,” he said, rolling his eyes. His head snapped up and he began muttering some words. They sounded like a chant but I wasn't sure. He repeated the words over and over, his voice growing deeper with each word that came out of his mouth. “Stop him,” Zuko yelled to the men in the first line but no one moved.The figures from the tree line had gotten closer and when I turned my attention back to it, my jaw went slack.“No, this isn't happening.”But it was.Out of the six dirt covered or decaying faces, I could clearly recognise one. Marcus. One of our fallen warriors. Corpses had risen from their graves.Marcus's head turned toward us with a sickening crack. His jaw hung loose, one eye socket hanging ou

Sandro slammed into the corpse and knocked it aside.“NO!” I screamed. “Don't hurt her! Sandro, please don't–”“Elara, this is not your grandmother and I have to stop her!” He pinned the thrashing corpse down with his body so he could reason with me. “She'll try to hurt you!”Golden light sparked from my hands as my magic crackled wildly around me. “I don't care!” I was sobbing now. “You know what she means to me. She's my grannie!”“Luna, you need to get out of the way,” Rose appeared beside me, her bow drawn.I spun to face her. “Don't you dare! Don't you dare shoot her, Rose!”“Elara, listen to me,” but I wasn't interested in what anyone had to say. The sound of the battle faded in the distance. “No! I won't let any of you–”Pain exploded in my side, cutting the rest of my statement.I gasped, looking down to see blackened fingernails buried deep in my flesh. My grandmother's corpse had broken free from Sandro's grip somehow, and had attacked me before anyone could stop her. The

Makayla's paws slapped the ground hard as we rushed toward the Ancient Luna temple. Trees blurred past us and cold wind rushed through my fur.“I was worried. Why have you been so quiet?” I asked her, finally bringing myself to talk.“Something feels terribly wrong, Elara. I just haven't been able to figure out what,” she replied, her voice was filled with anxiety.Whatever she was feeling was right. But beyond that, something was wrong in the forest. Reality itself seemed to be shifting around us. Tree branches reached toward us like grasping fingers and we dodged out of the way. The path we'd been following suddenly veered left when I could have sworn it went straight.We had gone beyond Moretti Brun territory and towards unmarked territory where the ancient temple was. “The blood moon is affecting everything,” Lady Thalia called from her position beside Raka’s massive black form. She wasn't flying but she certainly wasn't walking either. “Reality is bending. Just keep your eyes an