All Chapters of The Heart of a Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Noah Taking care of the dead is grim work, but someone has to do it. Instead of leaving my Omegas to do it alone, I lead by example and walk into the surrounded woods to cut down trees for pyres. It’s hard labour, something I’m unaccustomed to, but it’s good to stay occupied in the long stretches between battles. War is like that. Long stretches of time, weeks, months sometimes, can go buy without anything happening at all, and it’s usually in that lull when the enemy will catch you with your pants around your ankles in the middle of the woods. We drag the wood into the town square where the Omegas are busy piling up bodies. I tie a bandana around my nose and mouth in an effort to block out the smell of rot and smoke, but it bleeds through the fabric and settles under the skin. It will take days for the smell to clear out completely. We load the corpses onto the pyres, and then Weiland, Dexter, and I each grab a torch, going from pyre to pyre to light them. One after the other,

LyricEvery part of my being wants to follow Noah out of this room and to the lobby where the human is waiting.But I’m needed here now. Noah will tell me everything if I ask him, and if he needed me downstairs he would have told me. I would have felt it.I look up at the witch, Flora, who is regarding the whole dramatic scene with kind, understanding, even sympathetic, eyes. “I’ll take the little ones into town. They can spend the night with Madam Clare. She’s really good with the kids.”There are warriors all over town. Weiland made sure that the orphanage is well-defended and protected, but I still want to hang on to the children. Kids I barely know, because Leila never wanted me anywhere near them.Philip holds up a needle, and cryptically says, “I’m not sure how much of this medicine I’m supposed to give to a human. A wolf dose would likely kill her.”He’s asking my permission to give it to Leila. He wants to help her into the hereafter, wherever that may be for her, as quickly a

NoahThe Omega pushes the cart with our breakfast into the room and leaves as quietly as she entered.Lyric is still fast asleep, covered with the clean, crisp sheet the Omegas put on the bed yesterday. It’s good quality linens - I doubt they found them in the motel.I lock the door behind the Omega and stretch languidly before I lift the silver domes off our plates. Bacon, eggs, sausages, roasted tomatoes, toast, and good Goddess, proper coffee.My mouth starts to water at the sight and smell of the fresh breakfast.It even wakes Lyric from the depths of her near-comatose slumber. “I smell bacon,” she says, her eyes still half closed.She’s an adorable picture with her messy hair and sleep-ruffled face. “You do indeed,” I confirm and her eyes fly all the way open. “And fresh orange juice. Your favourite.”She swings her naked legs off the bed and just sits there for a moment, feet dangling in the air, fingers curled around the mattress. “Did that human leave?”The question catches me

LyricIt’s going to be a glorious day. The sun is shining brightly, cotton candy clouds drift lazily overhead, a mild breeze blowing in from the lake is taking the smell of the smoke and death with it.I would much rather be outside with the other she-wolves, lazing by the lake, trying out the humans’ silly paddle boats, or swimming in the crystal clear, yet freezing, water. Barring all those, I wouldn’t mind exploring the forest on the other side of the lake. There’s a rickety pedestrian bridge held together by fraying ropes and rotting planks that I wanted to test out today.I have never felt this free.I know I’m not. Whatever else I am, I am a Lycan queen now. and my duty is to Noah and his pack. Whatever he asks I must provide, but…So far, he hasn’t asked for a whole lot.The long tables along the wall of the dining hall, set up there by the Omegas, are groaning under all the food. Warriors come and go, grabbing food and leaving again. The Omegas keep rotating the empty dishes o

Noah“What am I supposed to say?” Lyric asks in my head.She’s nervous. I put her on the spot. A part of me regrets it and wishes I prepared her before today, another part of me knows that she needs to be forced into her role or she’ll never accept it.“Just tell the truth about him,” I answer her.She hesitates for a moment longer, her fingers nervously wrapping around the table cloth. Then she starts…“Bryce is incredibly selfish. He’s the worst kind of wolf. He thinks the world revolves around him. He doesn’t even love his own children, and the mate bond means nothing to him.”When she brings up the mate I can see almost every Lycan tense. We hold the mate bond as the most sacred of all promises. Breaking it is almost a guaranteed death sentence. It’s why we are so careful who we mate with in the end.Every wolf at this table has had more than one fated mate who crossed their paths. Almost none of them mated with the first one. Like me, they waited until they found that one person