Howl of the Broken Luna의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

LYRA: Alpha Jerome and my dad stood behind, arms crossed, with Silas, Ronan, and a handful of pack soldiers spread out, silver blades and rifles ready. Ronan was off to the side, cradling his crushed hand, eyes locked on the shadows where Aldric stood. Nobody moved, like we all knew this was about to go bad. Jerome broke the silence. “You’re not getting inside,” he said. “Turn around, Aldric.” Aldric laughed, a short, cold sound. “You think you can keep me from my pack?” he said. “Their souls are in that tomb under there. I’m sending them back.” Ronan spat on the ground, wincing from his hand. “Big words for a guy who runs,” he said. “Come on, try it.” Aldric’s eyes didn’t leave Jerome. “Don’t waste my time, boy,” he said to Ronan. Ronan’s glare said he was too mad to back off. Jerome nodded at the soldiers. “Last chance,” he said. “Walk away.” Aldric took off his suit, and the inner shirt revealing his broad, muscular chest. Then he moved, faster than I could follow, like

LYRA: Looking through the window, I notice the tip of a huge mountain, peeking out from the clouds. “Wow,” I whisper to myself as the cloud reveals a wide city. “Home sweet home,” Aldric says from the cockpit. The plane dipped lower, the engines softening as the land beneath us came into view. The territory stretched farther than I expected, rows of stone buildings, open courtyards, and long walkways connecting them like a small city. In the center stood a tall tower, clean and modern but built with an old, proud design. It reminded me of those Roman-style structures with pillars, strong, wide, and meant to stand for centuries, but this one had a sharper, updated finish. Not old… just ancient-looking in a controlled, majestic way. We approached a long landing strip beside the main grounds. The closer we got, the more details I saw. Several structures had high arches, carved walls, and tall steps leading to large doors. Everything looked organized. The whole pack lo

LYRA: Everyone has their own way of getting what they want, and Aldric’s is through violence and war. Hearing Madeline’s story, he’s nothing like the monster I imagined. But I still need answers. I need to know exactly what Aldric’s pack did that made the Moon Wardens seal them in that tomb and what the dagger has to do with unlocking it. “Alright,” I reply as we walk out of the cave. Looking at the pack, my eyes widen. They’ve almost completely transformed it. Though some people are still clearing sections, the grounds look far better. And Dugar, the pack mansion, looks like an entirely new building. Freshly repainted, gleaming under the sun. “Wow…” I whisper. “Yeah, I know,” Madeline says. “But how did they do all this so fast?” I ask. “It’s the power of teamwork,” she smirks. ***************** Redveil Pack’s ceremonial hall was magnificent. Dugar’s grand hall was nothing like Moonshadow’s polished ballroom. This place was raw, carved from the mountain itself,

LYRA: He moved to my neck again softly and he looked hungry, his lips brushing quick, making my skin hot. My body was buzzing, full of want, and I grabbed his shoulders, fingers digging into his shirt, pulling him close. His hands gripped my waist, pressing where my gown had slipped, and I pushed against him, feeling his hard chest. The mate bond burned inside me, pushing me to take everything he offered. I stepped back, breathing fast, and ripped his shirt open, buttons flying. My hands slid over his scarred, strong chest, nails scratching hard. He groaned, low and rough, his eyes full of want as I stayed on his lap, legs spread wide over his hips, the chair creaking. My fingers dug into his sides, and he pulled me tighter, hands sliding under my gown, grabbing my ass. I moaned, my hips grinding against him, feeling him hard beneath me, my body aching. I stood, yanking my gown over my head, dropping it to the floor, naked. His eyes moved over me, hungry, and he pulled me

RONAN: “Maybe you can walk out of here, but you'll be caught before even leaving the pack mansion,” Silas says. “You have a point,” Eamon says, releasing the chains from my neck. I collapse to the ground, catching my breath.“You want to know how to enter the Redveil pack? Well, we could walk together, but I'll be in charge,” Eamon says, stretching his scuffed hands toward Silas. Silas walks up to me, pulling the keys from my hands. “Don't make me regret it,” Silas says. He unlocks the chains from Eamon's hands, and they fall to the ground. Eamon rotates his wrists, easing the stiffness. “Let's move,” Eamon says as he walks past me toward the cell door. Silas helps me stand, and we follow Eamon down the hall. As we reach the stairs, Eamon slows and looks over his shoulder. “I’m not walking into Redveil half-starved and dressed like a prisoner. I need clothes and something to eat.” Silas exhales hard, clearly annoyed. “Fine. Make it quick.” He gestures toward the kitchen. We go