บททั้งหมดของ The Heart of a Luna: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

NoahI hear the low whistle first, cutting through the thick, muffled quiet of the snowstorm like a thread pulled tight. It's Dexter, signaling success. He found a way out of the mountainside.We have been in caves for days. I didn’t wait and I didn’t hesitate. I gathered my entire pack, every man, woman, and child, and brought them out into the cold. The Lycans are better equipped to survive the freezing temperatures. This is their home.I don’t wait when I hear the signal. I move from my ancient bed in the cave, Lyric’s small hand already wrapped tightly in mine, following the signal. The bond between us is a physical, humming wire, tying us together. I can take or leave the mark at this point, we sealed the bond the first time we had sex without either of us realising it.We find Dexter and Weiland already layered in thick, thermal gear near the many hidden and forgotten sub-level entrances, their faces grim in the weak flickering light. The heavy scent of snow and damp earth have

LyricI wake… somewhere, I’m not sure where.When I stepped out into the moonlight, we were in a glade, I undressed, the moon washed over me and that… that is all I remember.Noah comes walking across the meadow, a huge grin on his face, two rabbits dangling from a pole slung over his shoulder. “Good morning,” he sings. “Ready for breakfast. Look-” he holds up his kill -“rabbits. I promised.”I am fucking starving. I will eat that rabbit raw if I could, but my new Lycan-human stomach won’t be able to tolerate it at all.My mate holds out his hand, his strong beautiful hand, and I grasp it. He helps me to my feet and pulls me in for a soft, lingering kiss.He tastes good - like his toothpaste and soap. “There’s a stream-” he points to the glittering water in the distance. “It’s a little cold, but it’s soothing after the shift.”I frown and try to remember the previous night. “It’s better that you don’t remember,” he informs me with a cheeky little grin. “Star took control.”“I know. Co

NoahThe car is way too quiet. It’s that deep, unsettling quiet that screams something’s wrong. Even the kids, who should be a riot of noise, are mostly silent. I keep feeling Lyric trying to reach out, that little mental nudge as she tries to establish a mind link, and then she yanks back, frustrated. She can't do it yet.I give her a good, long time to fail on her own before I finally open the link for her. “Did no one ever teach you how to do it?” I think at her.“No,” she sends back, a little defensive. “The mind link doesn’t work at The Towers.”Right. I totally forgot about that. Something about the electromagnetic field there is just off. It felt wrong to me, but maybe that was its own kind of right, and now that Bryce went and fucked it up, the whole damn world is just one giant mess.“You’ll get better at it,” I say out loud, adjusting my grip on the steering wheel. My hands are sweating.I’ve been feeling this knot of deep, sick discomfort ever since we burned rubber getting

LyricNoah easily lifts my sister into his arms while giving me an apologetic look, as if he’s betraying me or something. Then I realise why. Star is not happy, and he didn’t ask if it’s okay for him to touch another woman, like the men always do before they come anywhere near me. “Is this okay?” he asks a little sheepishly.In that moment, I can see the little boy he once was. Sweet, kind, innocent…And then the werewolves came, ripping all of that away from him.No. They were already here when he was born.“Lyric?” Noah asks gently. “I can’t just leave her here. Is it okay if I take her-”“Yes, of course,” I interrupt him. “Take her to a room.”“You’ll get the little ones?”I nod and try my best to smile. The weight of what’s to come is so heavy that I can’t breathe, but nonetheless, I take Raymond by the shoulders, and turn the three children in the direction of the motel.I should have lived more. If I knew my life was going to be this short, I would have lived more.Noah will l

Noah“Is now a good time to… get sexy with me?” Lyric asks, her voice taking on a new, coquettish sound that drives Conri, and me for that matter, absolutely insane with lust.“Is there a bad time when it’s the end of the world?” I ask with a chuckle and kiss the top of her head.Then I leave, because I know if I don’t I’ll stay. I’ll stay here and keep this little slice of the world just functioning enough for her to survive, while everything else goes to hell.And I wouldn’t care. I won’t give a single shift, because all I care about is her. I have to force myself to be concerned about the faceless masses. It wasn’t that way before, and that should scare me, but it doesn’t.I would burn the world to ash to keep her safe.What scares me is killing her to save this place. Like they deserve it. Any of them. Even humans. They just keep circling the same drain. If it’s not the wolves kickstarting ‘the end’ it’s the humans with one of their wars.It was the humans the last time. They drop