Lahat ng Kabanata ng Crimson Moon Bound To The Lycan King : Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Theron“It’s going to be alright, Your Majesty.” Kalb, who has been mostly silent, tries to offer comfort, but it does nothing for me. It is impossible to believe anything will be alright while Zephyra lies unconscious on the bed. I know she’s alive. I can feel it through the faint thrum of the bond, and I can see her chest rising and falling, but her eyes are still shut. Her skin is a sickly shade of pale, almost translucent, making the spreading red strands in her hair stand out even more. Every time her breathing hitches, my own chest tightens like someone’s squeezing it.If she doesn’t wake up...I shove the thought away fast. I know what I’m capable of when I lose control, and thinking like that won’t bring her back.“She isn’t healing properly,” Kalb whispers. The soft blue glow under her palms fades as she pulls away from Zephyra’s side. “Her body is still weak from all the archive’s magic she absorbed…”“Are you saying she won’t wake up?” I growl, unable to prevent it from s

Anya Back in the archive, things have changed.Cleaners move around quietly with masks over their faces, wiping down shelves and floors that haven’t seen a proper touch in centuries. It took me days of careful spellwork just to make the magic in here less dangerous to normal shifter’s noses and lungs. It’s safer now, but only barely. Anyone who walks in still needs protection if they plan to stay long. Stronger shifters can handle the place, I guess. I’ll just have to find out.For me, though? This place feels like magic heaven. The old power in the air makes my bones hum in the best way. The last time I felt magic this electrifying and alive was back in Molbor, and that feels like another lifetime now.I wish I could go back. Part of me misses the familiar streets, the smell of Magnolia oil, the way magic used to flare around me and give me goosebumps especially at the public parks. But what’s the point of missing home when no one there actually valued me? I asked to leave. The que

Theron They both glance at each other awkwardly, and that tells me they were up to something, but I don't give a damn about whatever she and Jareth were doing before I walked in. My mind is still fixed on the bloody confession I dragged out of Kane last night. I drop the mutilated black book onto the table. My jaw is still tight thanks to that bastard Kane. I haven’t been able to focus on healing myself because I haven’t had proper rest to do so, and even Grimm feels restless under my skin, pacing because he wants us to rip Kane apart but for now he’ll live. Killing him will only cause an alpha riot. I look directly at Anya. “Did you find anything concerning this Zhodin in any of the books you went through?” Anya shifts on her feet, her fingers nervously zipping up the front of her shirt before she squares her shoulders, trying to act like there’s nothing off. ‘Those two are fucking!’ Grimm barks, and I nearly wince at how loud and irritated he sounds about something that isn’t

ZephyraWaking up feels like trying to swim through deep water when you don’t know how to swim. My body is heavy, every limb aching deep into my muscles, but there is also this bizarre sensation tingling right under my skin. It is persistent, a little ticklish, and in my dizzy haze, it almost makes me want to laugh.Blinking weakly at the ceiling, I try to piece together how I got back to my quarters and where Theron is.‘We spoke to him this morning, remember?’ Scar mutters weakly in my head. Her response brings a sudden flood of memories: our brief conversation earlier, me humming to him each time he asked a question, while fighting to keep my eyes open. And then the archive. Camala.Khaisha is sitting in the chair right beside my bed. Her elbows rest on her knees, and she keeps nervously pushing her hair back from her face. The moment our eyes meet, she bolts upright.“Zephyra,” relief washes over her puffy face. She leans forward and snatches my hand, squeezing it tight. “You idi

He doesn’t move or speak. He holds one of the ancient books Anya brought back from Jareth’s study, calmly flipping a page with long, elegant fingers.Completely unbothered by me watching him, he doesn’t look up at first but he arches a single brow as his eyes scan the texts. Even in the dim light, I catch the faint glow in his grey eyes and the red moon tattoo on the side of his neck.Shit.What is he doing here?My fingers tighten into white knuckled grips on the blanket. His eyes finally lift from the page and settle on me and shit, I feel completely naked.Zhodin.“Hello, Zephyra,” he murmurs, his jaw flexing as he tilts his head to observe me. “It’s about time we spoke properly, don’t you think?” I yank the sheets tighter against my chest and scramble backward until my spine hits the headboard. My breathing is fast and it gets worse with every second that passes. I can’t feel Scar as much, she’s hiding somewhere deep inside of me and there’s something about him that terrifies bot