Todos los capítulos de The Heart of a Luna: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

LyricOne by one, the others drift back towards the main camp. Haldor gives a quiet grunt of acknowledgement before he turns away, Pria following close behind him. Even Weiland lingers for a moment, taking the time to scan the treeline. “Will you be all right here?” he asks Noah.My mate sighs and presses his lips together in a disapproving scowl. “I’m not a fucking pup.”“No one is safe during a war, not even the king of the Lycans.”Noah smiles, but it’s tight and doesn’t reach his eyes. “We’ll be fine.”The Beta nods and disappears into the darkness without another word. The night swallows his footsteps leaving behind only the soft lap of the water against the shore, and the occasional rustle of the wind through the trees, or the hoot of a lone owl.I disengage from Noah and walk up to the lake. I look out over the dark surface. The water sounds like it’s moving, but it’s still, there isn’t even a ripple or a reflection from above. “Is this nymph water?” I ask aloud.Noah’s footste

NoahLyric’s cool hand is resting on my brow and the sun is stabbing at my eyes.It’s way too bright and wrong, so wrong, but that’s only because I have forgotten what the sun is supposed to feel like. In the valley, the sun never shone this brightly.I hear the crash of waves against the rocks, and the screeching of seagulls high above. The ocean sounds angry, the sand I’m laying on is rough and scratching between my ass cheeks, but at least here the birds are still flying and squawking.It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve heard in a long time.With a grunt, I sit up and Lyric pushes away from me. I pull my legs up to my chest and rest my forearms on my knees as I look out over the ocean. Behind me is the ruined promenade. It’s been bashed to sticks and stones by the tsunami that wiped this place out, and all I can think about when I see it is that rebuilding this place from scratch is going to cost a fucking fortune.It’s a good thought. Kind of happy. It means I think there’s a fu

LyricNoah listens patiently as I tell the story about the nymph and fae showing up yet again. Everyone, including Gannicus, listens carefully to the story I tell.Again.“I hear nothing new,” Haldor declares. “We’re still fucked all the way to Sunday.”I really don’t see how. Dexter glances at me and just barely shakes his head, basically telling me to be quiet but Noah picks up on it. “Are you two conspiring?” he growls out the question.“No, but you have to understand, Boss,” Dexter says. “We were conscious. We could see the defeat happening in slow motion. We knew once you died, all bets were off. You are what’s holding us together.”“No,” Noah scoffs. “Not me. Lyric. The Queen.”“I am just a thread,” I say wearily. “One of two possible scenarios. One of two realities. A path you have to choose. You are what holds the Lycans together, and Gannicus told me how you, not your father, you, brokered peace between the vampires and Lycans thousands of years ago.”Noah looks genuinely sur

LyricThe portal smells like the end of the world.Cold rushes through it first, a wall of it, the kind that doesn't just chill your skin but gets into your teeth and behind your eyes. Then the smell is almost unbearable - iron and something ancient, something that has never once been warm.I look over my shoulder at Noah who is standing there with his eyes fixed on me, his expression unreadable, lips pulled into a thin line. But nods at me, and that gives me the courage to step through.The sky on the other side is the colour of a bruise that never healed. Not dark enough to be night, not light enough to be day. Just that ugly, infected purple-grey that sits between the two. The ground is frozen solid, but there's no snow, no ice catching the light. Just hard, dead earth cracked in long fissures that crunches under my feet.No trees. No grass. No birds.Nothing alive here except the wolves.And there are so many of them.Fear spreads through me like the ice that rules this place, tu

NoahThe mages and what’s left of the vampires leave the next day. But we stay. We wait for our packs that had been set free from that death trap valley where Bryce almost destroyed us.A week later, we’re all together for one last, glorious night together on that beach, drinking and feasting like only Lycans can, before we pass out all over the sand and what’s left of the promenade.Haldor leaves at dawn.He hugs Lyric so tightly I think I hear a few ribs crack, nearly breaks my hand when he shakes it, claps Darrian so hard on the back that the boy stumbles forward two steps, and then the ancient viking simply walks to the ocean where his warriors wait in their boats.We watch the row out on the glittering ocean. Old school to the bitter end."Will he be alright?" Darrian asks."Haldor has survived everything the world has ever thrown at him," I say. "He'll outlive all of us."Darrian nods, apparently satisfied with that, and goes back to turning fish over a fire that he built himsel