Semua Bab THE BURNT FACE LUNA: Bab 11 - Bab 20

KYLA’S POV The driver pulled up to my father's estate, the wheels crunching over the gravel driveway causing me to have an even more painful headache. My father had moved to a bigger house after he retired as beta. Something I knew was Claudia's idea. The rain had slowed to a drizzle, but the clouds still hung low and grey, mirroring the feeling in my chest. I sat stiffly in the backseat with my arms folded tightly over my belly. I was still trembling from the ride and from Tormund's relentless presence beside me. His cold eyes never left me, even as the chauffeur cut the engine. "Wake up and stop your daydreaming," he ordered sharply. "You will walk in there like you own nothing. Don't even think about pretending you're dignified." I swallowed, my throat dry. I had tried to straighten my dress and smooth my hair, but the fabric refused to cooperate, and my eyes were red from tears. I glanced at Tormund, searching for something warm, but all I found was hatred and disdain. "Why

KYLA'S POV"The Wolf's Mother's Bones!" Tabitha gasped. "Then it's true. What I've been hearing is true... Tormund, you really did find the treasure.""I see nothing stays a secret in this pack," Tormund hissed."And what do you plan to do with it?" Tabitha pressed."You know what I want, Mother. You just want me to say it out loud," Tormund grunted. "I need it to bring Vivica back from the dead."Tabitha swallowed. "I'd love to have that sweet girl back too, but magic like that comes with consequences. Are you sure you're willing to risk it?""I'd risk a thousand wars and a million plagues if it meant I could have my love back. I'm living in hell, stuck with this worthless piece of shit. I hate the woman I'm married to. Every day with her drives me closer to madness."Hearing those words from Tormund made my legs weak. It was a good thing I was already seated, or else I would have collapsed to the floor.Tabitha cleared her throat and turned to me. "And you? Why do you want the treas

KYLA'S POV I was alone in Tormund's room, sitting on the edge of his massive bed with my hands pressed to my belly and my mind torn between the steady fear for my child's health and the memory of that kiss he had just given me. Tomorrow would mark our fourth wedding anniversary, yet since the day we were married, this was the first time he had kissed me again. Not out of love, not out of tenderness, but out of disgust. He had done it to remind me how vile I was in his eyes, how much he hated the sight of me, how much he longed for another woman. I felt dirty. Why did Vivica have to leave? Why did she have to run away that night and leave me here chained to her fate? If she had stayed, she would be his wife and I would have been the one to leave. I would have found a way to move far from the Moonveil Pack, perhaps started over somewhere else, away from these suffocating walls. But instead, I was here, trapped in a life that had never been meant for me. I should have seen

TORMUND'S POV"Nothing is happening!" I barked, my voice bouncing off the stone walls with thunderous rage.It was almost midnight, and I had been standing here for what felt like an eternity, watching this witch wave her hands and chant her filthy words, trying to summon Vivica back to me. The air stank of oils, rosemary, and incense, and it was making my eyes water, but I didn't care. All I cared about was the silence in front of me, the crushing emptiness where Vivica should be."Are you sure you're doing it right?" I snarled, my patience shredding thin.The witch raised her head, her strange purple eyes gleaming in the candlelight. "I am, Alpha," she said with an irritating calmness, "but there is only one reason why this spell is not working.""And why is that?" My voice dropped to a growl.She didn't even flinch. "Because your lost love is still with the living."'She cannot be serious!' Belto howled."No!" I roared. "That's impossible. There is no way Vivica is alive and stayed

KYLA'S POV"Wynona!" I gasped, my voice breaking as I stumbled forward into her arms. The scent of rain and green leaves surrounded me instantly, and for a moment, I was that lost little girl again, the one she'd found crying in the woods. "I missed you so much," I sobbed, squeezing her tightly.She chuckled, her laughter soft and warm. "Easy with my bones, child. This woman is getting old," she said, hugging me back before gently pushing me away so she could look at me. Her sharp eyes swept over my face, and her expression turned to alarm. "Oh dear! What happened to your face?"I smiled faintly and touched the faint scars along my cheek. "It's a long story," I sighed. "But what are you doing here?""I'm the witch they asked to perform the ritual," she said, her voice lowering as her fingers brushed over my scars, tracing them tenderly. "Why haven't you healed yourself?""When the fire happened, my wolf was weak," I explained softly. "And healing myself would've made people know I had