Todos los capítulos de The Rise Of The Forsaken Luna : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

DRAKE"I don't know what you're talking about!" I yell back, seizing the moment to drive my fist into his jaw. The impact makes Milan stumble, and I push him off me, scrambling to my feet. My stance is ready-every nerve waiting for the fight that's clearly far from over.Milan wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth but charges at me again, like the pain doesn't even matter. I swing for his face, hoping to land another punch, but he ducks with practiced speed and slams into me, knocking me to the ground again. His fists rain down, one after another, but I twist my head aside, raising my arms to block him as best I can. Shouts break out around us, voices calling for him to stop. I hear Peter's voice specifically, trying to drag Milan off me, but the man is relentless."Milan!" A voice roars, thick with Alpha command, rippling like thunder through the air. The power of it halts Milan's fist inches above my nose."Get off Drake, now!" the command continues.My heart pounds. I know

DRAKE"What do you mean Briana is missing!" I shout, my voice breaking through the tense silence.Rage surges through me like fire, and I take a step toward my aunt, Linda Bruce.Before I can get too close, Natty's firm hand presses against my chest, holding me back.My Briana, my goddess given mate, is gone.The crowd gathered around us watches, their eyes downcast, their grief heavy scents thick in the air, suffocating me."What the hell happened?!" My voice shakes the walls, my power rolling off me in waves that force heads to bow.Milan steps forward, his expression torn with guilt.He glances at Linda, who gives a small nod, and then he sighs deeply before turning his eyes on me."Two days ago," he begins carefully, "Briana was granted a short break after handling things with Alpha Morgan of Shadow Moon. She told us she'd take two days for herself."I inhale sharply, searching the air for lies, but all I smell is the truth.My fists tighten as I gesture for him to keep going."I

DRAKEI couldn't sit still. My boots clicked against the hardwood floor as I paced the length of my aunt's office, my wolf restless inside me. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Milan's glare, sharp enough to cut steel. He was still angry about earlier when I'd lost my temper, grabbed him by the shirt collar, and shouted at him in front of the warriors. That had ended with me surrounded, wolves in both human and beast form bristling with hostility.For a few tense moments, the room had been nothing but growls, snarls, and clenched fists. If Royce and Jenny hadn't linked for backup, I'm not sure how it would have ended. The air had been so thick with danger that even breathing felt heavy. Only when Aunt Linda and Uncle David stepped in did everything shift. Their presence alone was enough to force stillness. I'd released Milan and told them flatly I would be waiting at the pack house then shifted into my wolf and left without another word.By the time I got there, shifted back, an

BRIANAIt feels like my entire body is weighed down by heavy stones.Every small movement is an effort, and even opening my eyes feels impossible. I focus on pulling every ounce of strength from within me. The last thing I remember is a strong sense of danger, the rush of adrenaline before everything went black and then the sharp sting of being attacked and... drugged!My eyes fly open at the realization. That's why my body feels so heavy someone has used wolfsbane on me. Months ago, when Laura Joss and her friends ambushed me, their claws had been dipped in the same poison. Back then, even the tiniest cut left me weak and burning inside. This time, it's far worse. Whoever captured me used enough wolfsbane to keep me unconscious for a long time.I take a deep breath and try to let my blood wake. Slowly, agonizingly, my power begins to burn the poison away, but at a snail's pace. Before I force it out completely, something stirs nearby. Instinctively, I pull my power back inside me. I c

BRIANAThe sound of a hidden door creaking open snaps me out of my thoughts,and I turn my head, expecting to see Alpha Morgan. By my rough guess and judging by how much of the wolfsbane poison I've managed to burn out of my system, an hour must have passed since I first woke up.But to my surprise, it isn't Morgan. Instead, a blonde she-wolf slips into the room carrying a tray of food. Her small frame, trembling as she walks, tells me she's an omega. What makes my chest tighten isn't her presence, it's the bruises marring her arms and neck, clear marks that someone has used her in ways no wolf should be used."He did this to you, didn't he?" I ask gently.Her already-stiff posture becomes rigid, and her wide eyes flicker with fear. She doesn't answer, and I don't push her. I can see she's terrified, probably too scared of what will happen if she speaks the truth. So instead, I stay quiet and watch as she moves about the room. Her actions are mechanical, almost robotic, as though she h