Todos los capítulos de BLOOD MOON REDEMPTION: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

POV: Calista RiversThe glass door just exploded outward like a shower of sharp ice.Kael was a giant gray blur in the dark hallway. His heavy paws hit the clean floor tiles with loud thuds as he slammed his chest straight into the front line of the grey-armored Enforcers. The shock-shields they held carried a bright blue current, but without the central computer grid to power them, the electrical sparks were weak. They just fizzled against Kael’s thick gray fur like harmless bugs.The Enforcers let out sharp screams of terror as the wolf’s long jaws snapped shut around their shoulder guards, throwing them against the walls like empty leather sacks."Advance!" Alpha Magnus roared, tumbling out of the dark elevator shaft behind me. His old hunting rifle was already barking in the dark room. *Bang! Bang! Bang!*The remaining forty northern wolves flooded through the ruined glass frame, their amber eyes glowed like hot coals in the thick white smoke. They did not have to worry about

POV: Calista RiversThe basement of the old Bronx hospital was freezing cold.The air in the hospital was a damp concrete and sour tang of medicine that had been sitting in dark bottles for five years. Jarek’s scouts had done a quick job cleaning the main floor. They had kicked down the rusted iron doors that led to the subway tracks, allowing our people to move straight from the dark rail lines into the building's lower levels without ever stepping onto the dangerous streets above.I stood in the center of the main ward, wrapped in my heavy wool blankets. My left arm was still bound tight against my chest, but I was using my right hand to direct the workers."Put the high-fever patients near the back wall where the old radiator pipes are still warm," I told two young human rebels who were carrying a heavy wooden cot between them. "And keep the open wounds near the front tables where we have the battery-powered lanterns. I need to see the skin clearly if I am going to cut out the i

POV: Calista RiversThe river docks were a dark maze of rotten wood and rusty iron.The midnight was like thousands of tiny needles poking into my face. The gray fog was rolling thick and heavy off the East River, smelling of salt and engine grease. It hid the yellow glow of the Manhattan skyscrapers across the water, but it also hid us from the Enforcer guards standing on the high toll plaza above.I stood behind a stack of rusted oil drums, my body shivering violently under my dark coat. My left arm was still tied tight against my ribs, making me feel completely off-balance every time I took a step. My right hand was numb from the freezing wind, but I kept my fingers wrapped tight around the handle of my silver tactical knife.Kael crouched right next to me, his frame completely still in the shadows. He had left his jacket at the hospital base. He wore only a thin black shirt, his eyes glowing with a hunting focus as he watched the dark water below the pier.Through our thin sou

POV: Calista RiversThe Manhattan entrance plaza feels like an empty gray tomb.The glass towers of the wealthy district blocked out the morning light, casting cold shadows over the wide concrete square. Thick patches of fog floated between the dark skyscrapers, smelling of damp stone and burning rubber. There were no cars driving on the pristine streets. There were no human citizens walking on the wide sidewalks. The thousands of people who lived in these expensive apartments were hiding behind their heavy metal storm shutters, listening to the distant sounds of our war.I stood beside the rusted steel bumper of the lead logging truck, keeping my weight pressed against the warm metal to stay upright.My left arm was still tied tight against my ribs, and every single muscle in my chest felt like it was on fire. The blistered skin on my right palm was starting to sting fiercely as the cold wind whipped across the plaza. But I kept my eyes wide open, watching our warriors fan out a

POV: Calista RiversThe five logging trucks did not roll down the open avenues of Manhattan. We kept them close to the sides of the high glass buildings, their diesel engines making a muffled rumble that bounced off the polished stone walls. The morning sun was now high, burning away the last of the gray river fog, but the shadows between the giant skyscrapers remained deep, still.I sat in the front cab of the first truck again. Jarek was driving, his rough hands gripping the steering wheel so hard you could see his knuckles white.Kael sat right next to me in the cramped space, his legs pushed up against the metal dashboard. He had found a clean black shirt to replace his torn rags, but he hadn't bandaged the fresh cuts on his chest. Through our soul-thread in my chest, I could feel the hard pulse of his nervous system. It felt like a tightly wound wire ready to snap. He was not looking at the beautiful glass towers or the empty luxury shops, but traps. He knew that a quiet ci