Howl of the Broken Luna의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

LYRA’S POV Fear gripped my heart. “Who the hell are you…” I growled. “We are the Guidances,” the voice whispered. “What do you want from me?” I asked, my voice trembling. “You are the last descendant of those who could wield and harness the power from that dagger.” Then I heard more whispers. “Is she the one?...” “How is it possible?...” “Enough!” I growled. “This dagger of yours doesn’t want to leave my hands. It always finds its way back, and I’m not up for that,” I snapped. I looked around to see if I could find the cabinet, but all I saw were faint lights. There was silence for a moment. Then came a voice, not a whisper this time a deep, heavy one. “I see you’ve defeated Elias and brought him with you… impressive.” Fear gripped me as I heard his voice. “Walk with me, Lyra. There’s something I want to show you,” he said. “Who are you?... What do you want with me?” “Don’t be afraid, Lyra. Just come with me.” “But I don’t see anything… How do I then see you?” I ask

LYRA:The expressions Alpha Jerome and Dad had when I mentioned Aldric suggest they know something.Maybe Aldric did not tell me the full story. There is more to that tomb than just that dagger and the pack."...and I also saw a tall stone arch. Above it, letters were written, 'The Hollow Dome,'" I said."Now it all makes sense," Alpha Jerome said, leaning forward, his arms resting on the table."Aldric was the Alpha of the Redveil Pack.""The Redveil Pack was not like any other. They ruled through fear, not loyalty. Their howls were said to call the dying, and their veil, an ancient crimson mist, would fall over every battlefield they touched. Once the red veil appeared, no one survived.""So they were cursed to the damned and Aldric was banished to the underworld to be the punisher of those who cheated death, and he could only be free when the one who can wield the dagger set them free," my dad added. "So it was sealed, but now that Griffin brought it out and you used it, Aldric is

LYRA: We drove through the pack until we pulled up outside a low building that looked like a club. Music thumped through the walls, a red light glowing above the door. Inside smelled like smoke and old perfume. Ronan walked up to a guard. “Is Sera available?” he asked. “Who’s asking?” “Tell her Ron,” Ronan said. “Wait here,” the guard replied, disappearing inside. Ronan led me to a table in the back where the light was dim. He kept watching the entrance. After a few minutes, a woman walked in like she owned the place. Her hair was pure white, her lips dark red, dressed in a white suit and brown glasses. She moved quietly. “Surprise!” Ronan said, reaching out for a hug, but she walked past him, ignoring him. “What brings you here, Ron?” she asked. “What brings me here? I just wanted to see you, it’s been long, you know,” Ronan said with a childish smile. “Well, now you’ve seen me. I have no business here,” she said. “Wait… all right, I’m here for something. But

LYRA: “How do you feel?” Sera asked. “Nothing much… but I do feel like I… don’t know, strange, I think,” I stammered. “Then I think it’s done,” she said. Ronan looked at her. “So what now? What do we do to cure… I mean, correct Alpha Jerome?” “Drive that into his heart and it’s done,” she said plainly. “Just like that?” I asked. “Yeah, just like that,” she replied. I felt a bit of relief, though deep down, I still didn’t trust her. But what could I do? We had no choice. All we could do now was follow through and hope we were ready for whatever came next. “Thanks a lot, Sera. I owe you one,” Ronan said. “Oh, you owe me more than one,” she said, then turned to me. “And take this.” She handed me a small compass, dark metal with faint markings carved around it. It pulsed once in my hand—warm for a second, then cold. “What’s this?” I asked. “It’ll help you find what you’re looking for,” she said. “The hybrid.” I frowned. “How?” “It reacts to the same energy that runs through

LYRA:It started with music. That soft, old kind of tune that sounded like it came from another time. I turned around, looking for where it came from. It was a gramophone sitting on a table in the corner. The black disc spun slowly while the brass horn crackled out the melody.I didn’t know where I was. The floor beneath me was marble, and a chandelier hung above. The room looked like a ballroom, the kind people used to dance in. Women in gowns, men in suits. I looked down and saw I was wearing one too, a long gown, pale gold, soft against my skin.Then he appeared. Aldric.He stood a few feet away, dressed in a black suit. His eyes didn’t glow like before. They were calm, almost human. He stepped closer, reached out a hand, and I took it before I could even think.We started to dance. Slow. The kind of dance you only see in old movies.For a moment, it felt like peace. His hand on my waist, the music humming softly, the world spinning quietly around us.Then something changed.Th