Todos los capítulos de The Heart of a Luna: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

NoahSlowly, but surely, an image of Bryce starts to form. I can see him like a living nightmare, standing in a room that looks like it crawled out of the middle ages. He’s grinning at himself in the mirror, blonde hair tied back, cold blue eyes sparking in the gloom, blood dripping down his chin.The first thing I notice is his aura. Most Alphas burn blue-silver like the moon, but Bryce’s is crimson, with black, pulsating veins running through it. The power he thinks he wields is already corrupting him, rotting him from the inside.I float over to stand behind him, a mere ghost.He wipes his mouth with a cloth, throws it on the bed, then smoothes out his carefully tailored suit, and with a straight back leaves the sanctuary of his bedroom.The pack house feels like death. It was never a beautiful place, but the laughter of children and love filled these halls once upon a time. Now it’s grey, dull, devoid of any joy. Bryce snaps his fingers at someone. “Come,” he orders.A she-wolf,

LyricPria’s Beta, a surly looking man called Emile (formerly Aemilius, as he told me) is behind the wheel. He’s taking turns with Haldor’s Beta Silja, to drive. I find it interesting that the viking wolves never felt the need to change their names, but everyone else did. “What was your ancient name?” I ask Noah.Across from us, sitting in seats facing us, Pria and Haldor smile at me like I’m some kind of adorable toddler or something.“Noah,” he answers me. “We just pronounced it a little differently.”I nod. “Sometimes, I wish I could have seen the world back then.”“No,” Noah says. “You really don’t. People like to make up this romantic fantasy about the old times, but life back then was hard.”“Oh fuck, yeah,” Pria says. “Especally in the middle ages. Do you remember it?”“Hard to forget,” Haldor answers. “After that fuck twat started with his shit.”“Can we not?” Noah asks and throws his head back, closing his eyes. “I don’t like to remember those times.”“But after the fuck twa

NoahThe first light of dawn filters through the willow branches, casting long shadows over our camp. While The Towers were in chaos last night, our campgrounds were not. It was almost peaceful, apart from the screams that shattered our peace. We lay on top of our sleeping bags, tense, getting ready to fight, but the warriors guarding us never sounded the alarm.I stand at the edge of the perimeter with Haldor and Pria, scanning the tree line for any sign of movement. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and dewy earth, but underneath it lurks something fouler and far more unsettling - wolf scent, thick and feral, drifting in on the breeze. The warriors are already in position, weapons drawn, eyes sharp. We knew trouble would come, but not this fast.Flora approaches with her coven trailing behind her like silent ghosts. Their robes are stained with dark smears that could be blood or mud, and their faces bear the pallor of exhaustion mixed with grim satisfaction. She stops a few

LyricI expected it to feel like coming home, but that’s not quite what happens. Instead, it’s like stepping into a rose bush. The thorns scratch and pull at my skin, cutting me open a thousand times, but I don’t stop until I’m in the middle, next to the altar.I look up. Usually, I can see the moon from here. Always full, always beautiful, but now there’s nothing but a sickle hanging in the dark sky. No stars, just dark nothingness.The Towers groan as if they’re in pain.And then I feel it. Something tapping into me. The ground vibrates, and energy flows from me like water. At least it doesn’t hurt. It’s draining, and I have to fight to stay awake, but it doesn’t hurt.Then, driven by nothing but instinct, I walk over to the altar and touch the rough stone slab. The day Bryce and I consummate our union here feels far away and like a nightmare now.One day, I hope it will be completely lost from my memory, like Noah who forgot about Marcus and Gannicus.I climb onto the altar and li

NoahThe road back ‘home’, back to Darwin, feels much longer than it did going to The Towers. We decided to stick to the backroads, driving through forests and worn out farm paths, instead of taking the main routes.Bryce is on those roads, not alone but surrounded by convenient sacrifices for his meat grinder - and as much as I hate wolves, I don’t think they deserve to die simply for being born a wolf.Although, at night, and when I’m brutally honest with myself, I have to admit that I won’t shed a tear for them if they do go extinct. After two days on the road, I instruct Emile to pull off into a clearing fifty kilometers outside Darwin, population 1134 once upon a time.Everyone gets out of the car and stretches. We switched out drives and stopped long enough to take care of bathroom business, but other than that I kept pushing. We were going the long way around, mostly because Lyric kept pushing me in that direction.Until two hours ago, she still sensed Bryce, and his scent ling