Semua Bab Enchantress of the moonlight : Bab 1 - Bab 5

"The Moonhunt is nearly upon us. It will be upon us in three nights. Lets hope everyone in the pack proves themselves worthy under the coming moonlight."Serbian stated sternly, his bug-eyed stare focused on the open window.His words hung in the air—a subtle threat that sent a shiver down my spine."Uncle" I stuttered, pressure clamping my chest. "I... don't... seem... to understand what you mean?""Nothing for you to worry about, Caroline. You're my niece—my younger brother's daughter. Surely, you wouldn't want to disappoint your uncle or put the pack at risk, would you?"We were in his ridiculously lavish living room, designed with plush white couches and gleaming marble floors."Of course not," I murmured softly. My eyes fixed on the jade teapot on the center table.Serbian turned his gaze toward me, his dark presence suddenly looming."Good. Tell your father—Grimsburg—to meet me at Le Restaurant, our usual spot. I have something to discuss with him."He took a seat on the couch a

***I woke up with a jolt, shaken from a sleep filled with nightmares.I had slept on the floor of my room instead of the bed, my gown covered in dirt from the woods. Thorns and thistles clung to the fabric. I had no idea how I managed to escape.It was already dawn. As I reflected on last night’s tragedy, tears welled up."Why me? Why is all this happening to my family?"I asked aloud, but no one answered—except the gentle breeze drifting in from the open window.Reaching for my phone on the bed, I dialed a number.A familiar voice answered from the other end."Kent, I need you to meet me at the Chavalet. We need to talk. Now."How I managed to find the bathroom, I couldn’t tell. My vision was blurry from crying, but I still took a quick bath and got dressed for the day.“You need to be strong,” I told myself.---It was 8:00 a.m., and the Chavalet was already open for the day’s business.Kent nursed his glass of wine, eyes distant as he wrestled with his thoughts. His fingers drumme

Years ago when I was a little kid, my father and I usually visited Uncle Serbian when he was not a NUTHEAD and evil, and my father would discuss with him about business issues while Lysterr and I would play on the neatly-cut lawn.usually, it was truth or dare, Sometimes I dare Lysterr to run around the house- hos father's apartment other times, I will ask him to tell me what he lobes the most. That was it, an innocent girl having fun. While on the other hand, Lysterr was mischievous as always, he would dare me to eat black sand or grass while he laughs mockingly.He would even pinch me on the cheek and run away. Letting out a big scream, Mom would rush to me, consoling me while applying some sun-burn cream on my redden cheeks.Does incidents created a strain between my mom and Serbian's mom; ( who was alive as of then ) infact it did between me and Lysterr, we never loved each other as family again. I and mom stopped visiting Serbian family because of tge bullying.Mom told father ab