Semua Bab The Rise Of The Forsaken Luna : Bab 191 - Bab 200

BRIANA It only takes Drake and me two minutes to reach the grand double doors that lead into the Moonveil packhouse. Two wolves stand guard there, but their attention is anything but focused. Both are glued to their phones, the unmistakable sounds of moaning echoing faintly from their screens. They’re watching porn while on duty. Unbelievable.By the time they realize we’re standing right beside them, it’s already too late. In one swift motion, Drake and I slice their throats open with our claws. Blood gushes down their necks as their eyes widen in horror. I feel nothing—not guilt, not hesitation. Just focus. Drake had already told me through our link that these were the same wolves who had dragged him to his room the night he caught Laura Joss with Marcus.We slip into the packhouse quietly, but the old wooden doors betray us with a loud creak. The sound echoes through the hallway like a gunshot, and I wince. In the dead of night, even the smallest sound could expose us. My fear is

DRAKE The anger boiling inside me is hard to control as we climb the familiar stairs. We’ve just passed the third floor, and strangely, there’s no one guarding it. Briana and I exchange a look—something feels wrong. We pause, keeping silent as we stretch our senses to scan the area. It’s a good thing we did, because moments later, a small group of warriors walks right by the stairwell.This time, Briana stays back while Titus, Ash, and I handle them. One of the warriors comes at me fast, swinging a dagger when he notices I’m not carrying one of the tranquilizer guns. I block him, twist his wrist, and manage to rip the weapon from his hand before he can stab me. The fight ends with me driving the same dagger into his chest.Briana steps up beside me, her sharp eyes narrowing. “That blade smells like wolfsbane,” she warns, sniffing the faint but deadly scent. Taking the dagger, she studies the hilt until she notices a tiny button cleverly hidden in the design. “If you press this while

MARCUS The uneasy feeling in my chest keeps growing as I stare down the long corridor that leads to the bedrooms of this floor—the Alpha family’s floor. Something feels wrong, deeply wrong. I try to trace back when it all began. Was it when Drake left and sent that email that exposed my leadership flaws? No. The unease had started before then. Maybe it was when I killed Lidia in cold blood for threatening me? That couldn’t be it either—no one ever knew about that. Not even Drake knew how his mother had really died.So when did this hatred and fear from my own pack begin?“Marcus?”The sound of my name pulls me out of my thoughts. I blink and realize I’ve already reached my bedroom. Laura’s sleepy voice comes from behind me, her hands rubbing at her eyes as she yawns softly. She’s wearing something thin, barely covering her body, and for a moment, the desire I usually feel for her wrestles with the unease clawing at me.“Are you done working?” she asks, her voice still drowsy as she

BRIANA Laura’s frustration grows clearer with every swing. Her eyes narrow into dangerous slits, and a low snarl escapes her throat as her claws slash through the air. She’s lost all control now—driven by fear and fury. When she lunges again, I step forward, my body moving before my mind catches up. My fist connects squarely with her jaw, and the impact sends a sharp jolt through my arm. Her claws graze my skin, drawing a thin line of blood, but I ignore the sting.Laura crashes hard against the wall behind her, the sound echoing through the room before she collapses to the floor. Pain paints her pale face as she curls inward, hands trembling as they protect her stomach.“I... I’m sorry, Briana,” she stammers, her voice quivering. Her eyes are wide, brimming with fear as I walk toward her.Across the room, Marcus roars with rage. His snarl shakes the walls as he fights against Drake’s hold. But Drake is relentless—his fists move like lightning, each blow cracking against Marcus’s fa

PETER Crossing the threshold of my childhood home, the air instantly fills my lungs with the stale scent of bourbon and cigar smoke. It's so familiar that for a second, I almost feel like that scared little boy again, standing in this very hallway while my father yelled from the other room. Some things never change."Linda!" my father's voice booms from the living room, slurred and angry. "You back from patrol yet?"I stop mid-step, glancing at Linda. Her brows furrow as her eyes glaze over-she's checking the mind link. A few seconds later, her gaze clears, and she silently mouths, 'Captured earlier.'I breathe out a small sigh of relief. My mother must be sedated with the other wolves who had sided with Marcus. At least I won't have to face her, too."Linda? You hear me, woman?" my father barks again. "Answer me, you useless whore!"Linda and David flinch at his words, their worried eyes turning to me. I simply shake my head. I've long grown numb to the poison in his voice. No one o