Lahat ng Kabanata ng Beasts Of The Moon Rise Of The Outcasts : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Scar. Ford Mansion. Night. I click the door locked behind me the moment I step into my dark room. Eyes shut, my back pressed to the door. The weight of today’s events presses down on me; painting the new house I bought for Emerald and me, helping with the final preparations for tomorrow’s spring festival. All of it sits heavy on my shoulders, like the wood handled every day at my father’s mill. A dry chuckle slips out. My father. I just called Luke my father in my heart. So what still stops me from saying it out loud? “It’s because you know in your heart they don’t deserve you.” All my senses snap tight at the voice. Cold. Commanding. My eyes fly open. “Erianna.” I growl, voice low. My wolf stirs instantly inside me. Snarling. I push off the door and straighten, alert. “Yes.” Her voice drips from the shadows. Her heels click as she steps forward, slow, deliberate. She comes closer, and the faint light spilling from the open bathroom finally touches her face. “Erianna in

Scar. Maybelly Square, Silvaton Ridge. Later. Noon. “Oh please, let me see the ring again, Emerald?” Another lady politely requests. And again for what has to be the hundredth time today, Emerald lifts her hand and shows off her wedding ring at this festival. Her smile is so damn contagious that every time she beams, I feel it tug at my own lips before I can stop it. “Oh, it’s so beautiful, isn’t it, Iris?” The lady turns to my new mother-in-law, smiling brightly. Iris nods, pride lighting her entire face as her gaze flicks briefly to me. “It is, Jenine. And I am so proud of both of them for finally taking this step.” She gushes softly. “Thank you, mum.” Emerald turns, her eyes finding mine. Adoration, pure and unfiltered in her gaze. Music hums around us. Laughter. Cheers. Conversations weaving through the air. The scent of food drifts from the tents, rich and inviting. “I’ve got Scar here to thank for pulling me to the altar.” Emerald adds playfully. “You mean dragging y

Erianna. I watch in cruel satisfaction as realization slams into my niece. My blood spikes, sharply. This, this just became very interesting. “No… no… no… Scar…” Her voice fractures, splintering under the weight of the truth. “Scar… my husband… he wouldn’t do that to me…” “Husband?” I echo, disbelief laced with dark amusement in my voice. A humorless laugh tears out of me. “You married him?” She looks at me, tears already brimming and trembling. On the edge of spilling from her eyes. “Oh, this has grown really interesting,” I murmur, shaking my head slowly. “You’re lying about Scar… He didn’t do that to Dad… he never did…” “Even your voice doesn’t believe the lie you’re telling yourself,” I say, lazily. “How… how did you know Scar? You’re just saying that to hurt me...” “I assure you, honey, I know Scar.” I cut in, voice cool and precise. “More than any of you ever will.” Then I turn my head slightly. “Don’t we, Riley?” He nods, that dark, twisted smile curling his lips.

Emerald. His Luna. He called me his Luna. And just like that, something primal awakens in me. My wolf stirs. She feels the reach of his claim. She feels the power threaded through it. It drags at something ancient inside me. Something buried, something I cannot cage. Despite my hate for Scar. Despite my anger towards him, my wolf reaches for his claim. I wail inside as she rises, as she answers him. As she responds to his primal call. I wail because my wolf is selfish. Because she is accepting the call of the one who killed my father. Accepting the title of his Luna. Accepting him. Instead of ripping his head off, I am accepting him. The realization burns through me. And now I stand before all of them, my eyes blazing on Erianna. But before I can reach her, Scar has already morphed. His wolf pins her beneath him. ‘Emerald, are you alright?’ His voice slides through the mind link. I growl low and feral. ‘Don’t,’ I warn. ‘Don’t play the dutiful husband now, you killer.’ I growl a

Emerald. Forest. Night. The entire pack is here tonight. The moon hangs high above us, spilling its beautiful glow across the clearing. Rain fell heavily for the last three hours, relentlessly and unforgiving. And now the cold seeps into our bones like arrows of judgment, sharp and merciless. It brings with it a dull, gray heaviness. Perhaps even the cold wants to judge Scar. Perhaps even the cold finds him as guilty as I do. My eyes sweep across the clearing where the pack stands, gathered, waiting for the goddess to come and pass her verdict. They don’t even try to hide their scorn. Not for him. Scar kneels at the center of it all, bound in chains. His knees pressed into the cold, wet earth. His head is bowed low. And I know he’s cold too. Watching him like this, my heart splinters into fragments. I hear the elders’ thoughts, loud, vicious and unrelenting. 'Let him be executed, just like he executed Gerald. Tear his head from his body…' 'Drag him across the asphalt until