All Chapters of Howl of the Broken Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LYRA’S POVI walked to the box, taking the lightweight box.All that was in it was a stone carved with strange writings of old.Dad came behind, taking the piece of rock.“I recognize that writing,” he said. “I'll take this to the translator.”“Let's go, we'll need to know what we're dealing with and why and how it triggered something in Ronan,” I said, opening the wardrobe and taking a brown jacket.We left, heading for Dad's car, a black Jeep.All my thoughts were where Ronan was now. What could he be doing? Hope he's safe? All those questions I had no answer to.Silas sensed my worries. “It's going to be fine,” he said.“I can agree with you on other things, but I am not sure about this…” I replied, resting my head on the car's glass.“Don't worry, Lyra. I'll make sure Ronan returns back safely,” he assured me.Dad took a left turn and stopped by an old bookstore.He walked up to the man inside.All gray, black eyes with medicated glasses on.“Mike, my old friend,” the man said, st

LYRA’S POVWorries and frustration filled my dad's eyes. There was only silence, silence that spoke even louder than speech.After everything we thought we'd done it all but little did we know, we brought our enemy into the very heart of our home, like a serpent we nursed in our own garden.Elias wanted to be captured, knowing that the only place he could be contained was the exact same place that he needed was.None of us knew what that thing was at first. It was kept beneath the stone floor, sealed in an iron box older than the mansion itself.A relic buried for centuries, untouched, unspoken of.My father said the chamber was built to hold cursed objects, things our ancestors vowed never to unearth. But Elias knew.He always knew.The moment he was chained there, he wasn’t trapped… he was where he always wanted to be.He came for something buried right under our feet, the Blood Seal.An ancient vial said to contain the blood of the first creature who ever defied nature. The blood o

GRIFFIN'S POV I heard what happened. My old friend is heading into a fight he does not understand, against something that cannot be killed in the way he thinks it can. And Lyra… poor girl. She has no idea what she truly is or why her existence matters as much as it does. She is walking straight toward a destiny her bloodline created long before she was born. If I do nothing, all of them will die because of a legacy they never learned to guard. Even if it means breaking the oath I swore, I cannot stand by. I grabbed my lamp and went to the hidden tomb beneath the library, the one no one knows exists. It has been sealed for centuries, protected by the oath of my ancestors. When I turned the sacred keys, the lock opened with a heavy click, and a cold wind rushed out of the darkness as if the air itself had been waiting to be released. “You are not permitted to enter,” a voice whispered from inside. “If I stay out, this pack and everyone in it will fall to that creature,” I replied,

LYRA’S POVThen Elias attacked, breaking through the soldiers in his path as he charged toward me.I didn’t hesitate. I charged towards him, gripping the dagger tightly in my hands. Everything suddenly slowed.“Oh, foolish girl,” he muttered under his breath. “I may have been cursed by the Guidance, forbidden to harm the one who can wield the Moon’s Fang, but that no longer applies. I have the blood of the First Hybrid running through my veins.”From a distance, I saw Elias start to shift.It hit me like a shock. How? How could a hybrid shift? Then I remembered, the blood in him enabled it.He didn’t morph into a wolf, but into a monster. A wolf-like figure, standing on two legs, his hands ending in claws, long, sharp, and deadly. His eyes glowed red, his fangs tearing through his mouth as he snarled.Then he lunged. His legs pounded the ground as he sprinted toward me. I reacted fast, sending the dagger flying with all my strength. Elias’s eyes met the blade, the dagger buried deep i

LYRA'S POV"Lyra." A faint whisper.I jerked awake. "Who is that?" I asked, looking at the wall clock. It said 2:24 a.m. I turned on the light, but there was no one there. I didn’t think much of it.I was about to lie back down when I heard it again, this time louder."Lyra…" the voice whispered. It was like someone was speaking next to me.Fear gripped me. I took the closest weapon to me, the dagger. I had previously laid it on the nightstand.Then suddenly, I noticed a faint glow on the dagger."Lyra… please." The whisper came again, this time it was clear it was from the dagger. But the voice sounded familiar, too familiar."Elias?" I asked, my eyes widening."You have to help me…" he whispered.*****************I jerked awake, breathing uncontrollably. Was this just a dream?Mrs. Mary was in my room, dusting the furniture. I looked at the nightstand, but nothing was there. I remembered placing it there last night. How come it wasn’t there anymore?"Good morning, Lyra," Mary greet