All Chapters of The Broken Luna, Reborn : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Killian's pov I had shifted back to my human form. The warehouse fell silent as soon as I knocked down the witch. Nothing moved, not even Ayla. A few moments ago I couldn't get up or feel my bones but now, I felt different, like I have been reborn. I could feel power surge up my body, I felt stronger than before. Way stronger. I rushed immediately to Ayla's aid as she lay perfectly still on the cold floor. She was unconscious, her breathing was shallow and I could feel her energy fading with each breath she took. Keeling beside her, I cupped her face gently, my thumb brushing against her cheek as I whispered. “Ayla… can you hear me Ayla?” I pressed, my voice freaking. "Just a sign that you're fine” Her body felt cold and her body was too weak but then, the next thing I sensed was a flicker of movement stirred in the shadows and my head shot up, my eyes scammed the dim corners of the warehouse and before I could do anything else a sudden force of energy filled the

Third person's pov Power was no longer something Kallum reached for. It succumbed to him now. He had it on the tip of his fingers and in his veins.He stood alone in the balcony of his chambers, his hands clasped behind his back, staring down at the pack grounds below. His subject moved like ants beneath him. Training, patrolling, laughing, living. Kallum lifted one hand slowly and the air bent. Not visibly, not yet but the space around his fingers wrapped as though his reality had learned to yield. A subtle curl of shadow slid between his knuckles, responding like a loyal beast. He smiled faintly “So eager," he mummered to no one as his eyes flashed red. ‘They feel you now,’ a voice answered him, a voice not entirely his own but he could hear it vividly in his head. Kallum didn't flinch, he had already learned the Darkforce didn't speak like mortals did and it didn't shout or command. It reminded me. "They should,” Kallum said firmly. "I am their Alpha.” ‘You are more."

Third person's pov For Ivy, Ayla's unconsciousness was a mystery, Though she had researched all she could about a wolf consuming a witch's powers and using them. She did know the only thing they had in common was to fight the darkness but that was all. The knowledge of the possible side effect of Ayla consuming her magic was something she hadn't gotten hold of, and leaving her to be asleep was actually her best option. And Killian? Killian was something more, it was like Ayla's awakening but it was more feral. Ivy tried to get specific information about how he felt but it was all Ayla and that she was the trigger of whatever happened to him. Ivy's actual house was dark and hopefully the only secluded place to keep a dark witch, not to mention that this was the fifth time she had been to her house since she trapped the dark witch here. The dark witch hung the same way he hanged Killian at the warehouse. His wrist was bound with a plant that couldn't let him move, Ivy had wrapped

Third person's povThe session had ended minutes ago and he knew he would need to pay his therapist for extra hours. Not a problem. “So tell me, how do you feel?" He asked calmly.Aiden sat just opposite him, he could hear the pendulum clock and the coffee brewing. Surely it was an office but the place had been designed to look cozy and warm.Aiden liked that about the office, how it looked normal, ordinary. It reflected who he used to be. Who he wanted to go back to being. "I felt disturbed, how would you feel if they told you your whole life is from a fairytale?” He asked with a slight authority in his tone. The therapist sighed slightly, Aiden could tell he didn't believe it himself but then the therapist looked up to meet his gaze, leaning his body in as he sat. "Kids,” he started. "tend to have wild imaginations." Aiden couldn't tell where he was going with this. “Kids?”The therapist sighed, letting the clock tick twice before he continued. “Listen Mr Cross. I have dea

Third person's pov Ivy had promised not to lie again to Clara but each time they needed their space and time alone from Ayla and her mate, she could get help but steal another house from a charming young man. But now they were in the library. Ivy moved around the desk, she wiped the shelves while Clara carried around some books around, they both arranged the library before flipping the card and hanging the door to identify it was open. Ivy was strong, resilient and organized. She wouldn't have agreed to his, to Ayla's plan to be unprepared, in fact she secretly used this to buy time before she could get involved in another trance. Being idle or pretending she wasn't alive to contain the dark force wasn't her thing. Ivy stood in front of one of the shelves, right opposite both the door and the desk that Clara now stood behind. She glanced at Clara and how keen she seemed to be as she wiped the desk. “It's nice to have you here.” Ivy said as she arranged some first editi