All Chapters of Moonblood: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

THE FEAREIRA'S POV"I wasn't going to say…""You were going to say something meant to help." I finally looked at him. "And I appreciate it. I do. But right now I need to be angry instead of scared because anger is something I can use and scared is just a feeling and feelings don't find missing children."He looks at me for a long moment."Okay," he says."So tell me something useful. How long do we have before whatever they're planning to do to him actually happens?"Cassian's jaw tightens. "They need him alive to prove the prophecy. They need him to use his powers in front of witnesses. Which means they won't hurt him…""Yet.""Yet," he agrees. "They need an audience first. Which takes time to gather.""So they're not running. They're waiting.""Most likely.""Then we still have a window.""Yes."I turn toward the door."He left without his boots, Cassian."I don't mean to say it. It comes out on its own, quiet and completely unguarded, and my voice does something on the last word t

THE SEARCH CONTINUES CASSIAN'S POVThe hall is still moving around me when I feel Eira at my peripheral before I see her.I've been aware of her since we came down from the tower. It's the bond that pulls my attention toward her without asking permission, the same way it always has, even when I was spending five years pretending otherwise. Right now it's telling me she's behind me and to my left and that the quality of her stillness is the kind that costs a great deal to maintain.I turn.She's watching the room. Standing just inside the entrance with her arms crossed, not in anger but in the way of someone holding their own ribcage together. The emerald dress. Still the emerald dress. Her hair coming loose from whatever arrangement it had earlier. Her eyes moving across every warrior and every weapon and every unit forming up with the systematic attention of someone cataloging, processing, preparing.She's building a picture. Making sense of the machinery. Understanding what's being

THE ALPHA'S NIGHTMAREEIRA'S POVCassian signals the formation to slow.He gestures two unit leaders forward. They materialize from the formation smoothly, the practiced response of people who watch for signals without being told to watch for them. A man named Cade who commands the eastern flank and Senna, the woman who questioned Cassian's choice to lead northeast himself.He speaks to them in a voice pitched for the four of us only."Reece's count puts them at fifty minimum, split across multiple flanks. They have high ground advantage and preparation time. They've also had hours to identify our likely approach angles." He pauses. "Which are the same approach angles Japheth designed our search protocols around."Cade's jaw tightens. "He told them where we'd come from.""He told them where we'd come from," Cassian confirms. "So we don't come from there."Senna looks at the trees. Calculating. "The eastern ridge. It's rough ground, takes longer, but it comes out above their most likel

KAEL'S POVI've been on this log for a long time when Voss finally walks toward me.I hear him coming before I see him. The clearing goes slightly quieter as he moves, the way spaces go quieter when the most important thing in them shifts position. The other wolves track him without looking directly at him. The kind-voiced man stops talking mid-sentence and watches.I put my hands flat on my knees.I sit straight.Voss stops in front of me.He's even bigger up close. He fills the air around him differently than other people. Like the air knows he's important and rearranges itself accordingly.He looks at me for a long moment without speaking.I look back.*Don't look away first,* I tell myself. *Mama never looks away first.*Something shifts in his expression. Not quite respect. Something like it."You're not afraid," he says.His voice is deep and slow. Like he decided long ago that words were worth taking time with."I didn't say that," I say.He tilts his head slightly. "Most child

The Stone TabletKAEL'S POVThe thing under my skin gets louder.I push.It pushes back.I breathe. In, out. Find the edges. Hold the shape of it.But I'm tired.I've been tired since the corridor. Since the bare cold feet on the forest floor. Since the moment I understood the adventure was a lie and started trying to figure out the lesser danger while my arms shook with the weight of keeping myself contained.I'm very tired.And the words keep coming.And the watching keeps pressing in from every side.And Japheth's voice gets more certain as the declaration progresses, more settled into its own rhythm, like a river that has found its channel and will now go where it was always going to go.Something shifts in the clearing.I feel it before I understand it.The ground.I look down at the ground under my feet.The dirt around the log is trembling.Very slightly. A vibration, barely visible, the kind that makes loose pebbles shift and soil compress and small things roll toward each oth