All Chapters of The Heart of a Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lyric“So the plan is what?” Haldor asks and sits down with a truly impressive breakfast.Two plates, loaded so high with sausages, bacon, eggs, toast, and steaks that I’m afraid it's going to spill over onto the table, but the viking is surprisingly delicate with his food.“I don’t even know,” Noah admits. “I’m making this shit up as we go along.”“We could create a diversion,” Pria says. “Draw them out.”“Bryce won’t leave,” I say. “He knows he’s safe in The Towers. Lycans can’t enter.”Noah steeples his hands in front of him like he’s praying, and rests his chin on the tips of his fingers. “Maybe we can. The Towers are groaning. That’s what the priestess says. They’re weakening, the magical field holding us out might actually allow us to enter.”I’m not so sure about that, but then, I don’t really know that much about The Towers. I know when a child is born to a true bond, the parents walk into the triad and offer the child to The Towers, and when we die, we rest there.I should hav

NoahWe set up camp five kilometers outside The Three Towers’ territory. The warriors accompanying us quickly established a perimeter and drew up a guard rotation.We can feel The Towers from here. The electrical pulses coming from the triad are weak, uneven, and resonate off-key.Being this close to The Towers is always unsettling, but this is a whole new level of unsettling. We can feel it in our bones. The whole place screams wrong.We are busy spreading out our sleeping bags on a thick patch of moss under a willow tree, when someone softly clears her throat behind us. I look over my shoulder and straight at Flora, the witch. I didn’t know she came with us. I didn’t want witches around because they operate at the same frequency as the priestesses, and they can sense each other. The witch could give our presence away. “What are you doing here?” I hiss, trying my best to hold on to the anger that’s been slowly building up in my chest since last night.“My whole coven came to assist

LyricFlora walks in front of me as we approach The Towers boundary. Noah sent Pria and Noah ahead to scout out the perimeter, but everyone’s already dead or fled.There’s nothing, not even magic, in our way now. “When you brought the sacrifice,” I ask carefully, mindful that it’s a sensitive topic for my mate. “Was it like this? Everyone gone?”“No, but Beauregard wasn’t here either. By then, the wolves were tired of all that suffering and death. The Greyheart Alpha at the time, his name was Athelwulf, was happy to see an end to it.”“So he willingly handed his son over?”Noah’s voice is just a whisper when he answers, “Yes. It’s my fault. All of it. Even you, your suffering… it’s my fault.”“Stop it,” I scold him lightly. “You didn’t know what you’d cause. If anyone’s to blame, it’s Flora… she cast the spell that made me a part of this reality.”The witch stops and turns to look at me. “You of all people should understand your mother’s suffering.”“And what about mine!” I call out.

NoahThe sun is rising in a sick, yellowish-green sky that reminds me a lot of vomit, by the time Lyric returns. The moment she stepped into clearing, our connection was severed. I couldn’t feel her anymore. It was as if someone stabbed me in the heart.She smiles at me as she steps through two of the three towers. She has deep, black circles under her eyes, and she’s scary pale, but she’s alive.For a moment, while she was alive, the moon tried to fill out and The Towers burned a little bright, but then it went back to how it was. Weak, dying light, the crystal rotting from the inside.Lyric stumbles, and she stops to catch her breath. She reaches out to touch one of the towers, then hesitates, shakes her head, and drops her hand, opting to bend in half and clutch her knees instead.“Go to her,” Pria urges me.I rush to my mate’s side. It looks like she lost weight too. The clothes she’s wearing are too loose and big for her, and her lips are dry like she hasn’t taken a single drop

NoahThe town is bustling with people. They’re everywhere. The population must have doubled, tripled, in its original size.The Alphas and their assorted Betas have their hands full. Weiland and Dexter try to navigate the incoming masses as best as they can, but they’re overwhelmed and even from a distance I can tell how tired they are.“What is this fuckery?” Pria asks.I sigh and exchange a knowing glance with Haldor. “We saw this in the past. When the cities and towns became too dangerous. The Lycans set up safe zones for all species - human and supernatural alike.”Haldor actually laughs when he says. “I bet the humans of this century tried to find rational explanations for werewolves. They always think their science can explain everything.”“Hm,” I grunt. “Just be glad we don’t have to explain vampires to them.”“Or nymphs,” Pria throws in.“Did vampires kill people?” Lyric asks as we pull up to the motel. “That time I… saw Amias, he didn’t look frightening. He seemed kind of nic