All Chapters of The Broken Luna, Reborn : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Third person's pov Ivy didn't sleep till it was morning, she came down from her room around minutes past eight after getting prepared to see Erebus. She had made up her mind to try to pry information out of him about the Darkforce, even if it was the tiniest bit of it. “Are you going somewhere?” Ivy's thoughts got interrupted by Ayla's voice. Ayla held a cup of probably tea or coffee, dressed in normal nightwear and for a split second Ivy could see she hadn't been sleeping well through the faint bags under her eyes. “To check on our prisoner.” she said casually. Ayla set the cup down. “Should I tag along? The house feels creepy now….” She trailed off. Clara's absence was more obvious than her absence. Ivy hesitated. “Um yeah I get it but… I guess I just need to go alone” She sighed, now that she had resigned from being Elara Voss, she had to read ancient books about her kind and of course things she could learn to help be more controlled and able to defeat whatever was comin

Ayla's pov. I woke up today feeling odd. Though there weren't any nightmares, I had this chill in my spine for no reason, along with the fact that the sky was no longer bright as it had been, the news had reported a high chance of there being a storm. A storm during summer? What was weirder than that?The house was unusually quiet or it was just me who had been strangely engrossed in the books Ivy had arranged for me to read. I sat cross legged on the rug in the living room, the smell of old and new books I learnt about the Lunaris wolf and we had been descendants of the moon goddess herself. It could explain why Nyx was spotless white. Our greatest weapon was our emotions because that was what the darkness used to creep in. There were wolfsbane myths, bloodline curses. Ancient packs and dark entities. The front door opened softly and I looked up instantly, my senses flaring before my mind could catch up. “Ivy?” I asked. "Before you ask, no I didn't go to visit Clara from t

Third person's pov While in the car with him, Isabel couldn't deny the unseen tension between them. But she had believed staying with Elara must have done something to him, so Instead of asking, she just randomly snapped at the driver. Kallum went with her, not because he wanted comfort, not because he needed the shelter she offered but because when he tried reaching for Killian with his eyes closed but there was something else hindering his energy. So he had to quietly follow her.Her house sat in one of Seattle's quieter enclaves, all glass and polished stone. There were fountains everywhere and golden sculptures. The moment she ushered him inside he felt the warmth he didn't need. “You must be hungry," Isabel said, already halfway to the kitchen, she took a tray of beef from the maids and redirected herself back to the dinner table. “I've got something. Beef." Kallum's jaw tightened upon inhaling the smell of it. He watched her lay out plates and poured wine, fussing over t

Third person's pov Kallum had a problem white all the shiny items humans used to build their stuff. After getting to Ayla and reshaping the world he would get some of these shiny things to Blood moon pack. When he got to the towering building that he believed housed Ayla through his visions. He stepped through the revolving doors, dressed in the same coat he had worn yesterday. A few heads turned but he didn't turn to look at them, instead he walked straight to the lady behind the desk who seemed like he could help him. The receptionist recognized him and swallowed slightly. “Can I help you, sir?" He locked his gaze on hers. “I'm here to see Ayla."At first she hesitated, unsure of what exactly to think. “Ayla?" She repeated. “Yes. I want to meet the woman who owns this place" he said. “You mean Miss Clara?" The receptionist asked. Kallum didn't say anything but the receptionist took it as a yes. "Do you have an appointment?” Kallum smiled, it was not a pleasant expressio

Third person's povTWENTY YEARS AGO. BLOOD MOON PACK They were just nine years old when the pack decided only one of them could matter. ‘Twins cannot share the throne’ was what they said. Killian didn't understand that part yet. All he knew was that the elders wouldn't meet his eyes and his mother's hands were shaking when he combed his hair and Kallum's. He noticed that she kept pausing like she wanted to say something while preparing them to see the council that day. Like if she spoke the wrong word the world would split open. Kallum sat beside him, he was the eldest and the most calm. His jaw was tight and he had barely said a word since morning.“I don't like the idea of this" Killian had whispered when their mother left them to get something.“Father said it's compulsory. To see who rules" Kallum said with confidence. “Do you want to rule?" Killian asked. Kallum seemed surprised with his question and then turned to him fully. “Do you?" Killian shook his head lightly but