All Chapters of The Heart of a Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LyricIt takes Weiland half the day to finally show up. When he does, he’s not dressed like an executive’s assistant - he shed his tailored suit for a pair of jeans and a cosy grey sweater that almost makes him look human.But I’m not in a very forgiving mood. It wasn’t so much that Ally would not let me leave, it’s that we couldn’t leave. They locked us in the room. From outside. With Star growing stronger, I thought I’d be able to easily break through the door, but everything’s reinforced with steel and silver.At one point, Ally turned on the large television against the wall, but after a few minutes I asked her to switch it off. I don’t get humans’ obsession with television. It’s noisy and annoying, and it drives me absolutely mad.Instead, she put on some headphones and kept scrolling on her tablet, and I picked a book from the mahogany shelf. The human screaming through Ally’s headphones kept distracting me though.Another thing I don’t get about humans, and I guess modern wolve

Noah“No,” Lyric says and scoots away from me, throwing the blanket aside at the same time.I expected some resistance, but not an outright rejection. It hits me right where it hurts the most, but I can’t tell her that. I can’t show it, because it’s not me she’s rejecting, it’s the notion of belonging to another male she can’t stand.She gets up and walks over to the window to pull the heavy curtains aside. She gasps softly and leans her head against the glass. I can see her shiver when her forehead makes contact, but she doesn’t pull away, she keeps staring at the world outside, which is now completely white.I get up to join her, but I keep my distance. For a long time, we just stand there, looking at a world that doesn’t exist. It’s just us, locked in this moment. “If I mark you, Bryce will no longer have a claim on you,” I say at length. “He doesn’t have a claim on me anymore,” she argues. “I legally broke our bond.”“Yes, but he can still take you. You are still a wolf of The To

Lyric“It’s late, Lyric,” Noah says almost absentmindedly, but I get his drift.He was gone the whole day, trying to figure out why the world went tits up, and I sat in this room doing exactly nothing.Even immortal Lycans need sleep.I reluctantly lift my head and get up, stretching like a cat and yawning loudly. “Go to bed. I’ll be right in.”I don’t know what my plan is. I don’t know why I don’t want to join him in the bedroom right away - maybe it’s because I’m afraid of what I’ll do once I’m in there with him, and if he falls asleep before I do, I can avoid the temptation humming low in my belly. I turn my back on him, and go to the window one last time. I do not plan it.I do not rehearse the words or map out the steps.One second I am standing by the tall window, watching snow drift past the glass in slow, hypnotic spirals, and the next I am turning toward Noah with a certainty that feels both terrifying and inevitable.He didn't go to bed either. He is watching me, his expre

NoahThe trip from the apartment to the main hall is fast. Lyric is a blur of motion in her coat, moving with a desperate energy that is truly impressive to see. It’s difficult to believe that just a few days ago, she was more human than wolf, and now she’s more Lycan than wolf. The fear is still there, a thin layer beneath the calm, but now it's focused outward on the threat that invaded her home, not at me. I feel Conri settle, a deep, satisfied hum that she’s moving with us, not against us.We find Weiland and Dexter at the top of the rickety staircase leading to the tunnels and caves that snake beneath the mansion and, eventually, the glacier where the first wolf still sleeps in the ice.Dexter is almost as tall as Weiland, and both of them are shorter than I am. Dexter has deceptively kind, soft, honest brown eyes that make you trust him instantly, set under a shock of bright, unruly red hair that looks almost unnatural.My Gamma is chomping at the bit, ready for a fight. He’s b

LyricWe round the corner that opens up to the main hall that leads toward the rickety, rusting staircase that will take us to the caves. Banshees are the vilest of all the creatures. They are heralds of death, usually ugly, nasty deaths, and they feed off the sadness they create. They are like vampires that way, except their food is suffering.Noah appears as if from thin air. His face is stark, and he’s moving with lethal, controlled purpose, hauling a body behind him like a sack of trash.I skid to a stop, my boots squeaking on the floor, with Dexter right beside me coming to a similar, abrupt halt.The body is naked and grey. Her stomach is bloated, and she’s the sickly grey-blue colour of decay, with skin that is horrifyingly wrinkled and loose over sharp bones that poke out in weird places. There is a shocking crop of dark, wiry hair between her legs, and her long toenails could use a trim.Her long, stringy black hair trails behind her, soaking up the wet marble floor. Her bre