Todos os capítulos de Cursed Luna: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

John"Aid me?" My voice was muffled with incredulity as I spoke. "What do you mean by that?""You're looking for your Luna, isn't that right?" His voice was quiet when he answered.I turned to face him completely and laughed slowly. "You. Please assist me. I cocked my head to look at his face. "And from there, how would you like to accomplish that?" I continued without waiting for his response. "And what's in it for you, even if you could help me?"First of all, as I mentioned earlier, I have my own ways. As for the other. You are entirely correct; I do have a few requests."What are you looking for?" I inquired.Ronan's smile grew more intense, purposeful, and piercing. "Direct to the point. That appeals to me."Speak."With a metallic groan, he drew his chains forward and slumped against the bars. His face was marked with hard lines by the flickering light, and for a brief moment I thought I could see the boy I knew before he turned into the monster. Nearly.He said simply, "I want

JohnThe silence between us was like a thread on the verge of breaking. At that moment, the only sound was the rattling of Ronan's shackles. I could still hear his words, methodical and icy."Everything is destroyed by the battle if she dies."He was correct.When it came to devastation, he was never. His ability to transform truth into a blade that could pierce reason was his gift.I sensed that he was observing me and waiting to see what I would do. Even as I paced the length of the cramped area in front of his cell, his eyes blazed through me.He always seemed to know that before I broke completely, I would bend.And perhaps he was correct this time.Without Rebecca, each night had been a battle unto itself.Every unheard scream and every image of her suffering tore something from me that would never return.And if there was even the slightest possibility that Ronan actually knew where she was...I instantly stopped pacing and faced him once more.His eyes locked with mine. There w

RebeccaWhen I opened my eyes, the silence was the first thing I noticed.The quiet wasn't reassuring. It was the kind that penetrated your bones and left you with a sickening realization of your predicament.I blinked at the surroundings as I slowly sat up. There was something harsh in the cool air that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I was no longer in a cell.However, that did not grant me freedom.My wolf was prowling restlessly somewhere deep inside. She had stopped fighting. Not yelling. She was merely pacing. Like a predator in a cage who, for the time being, had come to terms with the walls surrounding her.A figure entered as the door creaked open. The leader She came across the room and stopped right in front of me. "You start what you were meant to do today.""Born for," I muttered again. On my tongue, the phrase seemed both unfamiliar and familiar.She cocked her head, examining me as if I were a creation of her own. "Yes. You may have been broken by them. We'll make

JohnWith the wolfsbane collar still around his neck, Ronan strolled beside me. Silent but tense, Charles trailed us by a stride, his eyes darting between Ronan and me as if he thought the leash would break at any moment. We were on our way to the battle room. Right now, it was the only area that was unobstructed. Drawing attention to myself and, of course, Ronan was the last thing I needed. It will undoubtedly cause more harm than good.Despite the leash around his throat, Ronan's calm voice was the first to speak. "You know, you always choose the best venues to talk about treason."Finally, I whispered in a hushed voice, "Talk." "You mentioned the mediator."Ronan cocked his head idly. Yes, indeed. "Mediator," he snarled. I lost my temper. Rebecca is stuck because of her. Tell me all you know now."All right," he replied. "I'll speak. However— Sharp and calculating, his eyes gleamed. "You fulfill your commitment.""Did I not make the promise?"Disbelief flickered in Ronan's eyes,

JohnAs we went down the little staircase into the dungeon, the smell of rust and wet stone hung thick and foul in the air. Charles walked steadily but tensely and alertly, keeping his hand on the blade's hilt. This time, Ronan led the way while wearing the wolfsbane collar around his neck.Lucien's cell was located far from the other cells at the end of the hallway. I had placed my brothers in various areas of the dungeon on purpose. The further they went, the better.Even after being imprisoned for months, his voice remained silky and sarcastic as soon as we got near.From the shadows, Lucien growled, "Well, well." "I wanted to know when the huge wolf would come to visit."He had a new appearance. leaner. Paler. His eyes, which remained as keen and calculating as ever, glinted with menacing amusement, and his hair was unkempt and uneven as it draped about his face.I paused a little distance away from the bars. "I didn't come for you."Lucien's smile grew as he cocked his head. "No?