The moon goddess chose wrong: twice의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

LilyThe door didn't just close behind Max it sealed shut. Locking it twice, like he was expecting someone to bolt through it, he looked at the nearby shelf and im sure he contemplated pulling it towards the door, so I wouldn't escape. He stood with his back against it for a long moment, eyes shut, chest rising and falling as if he'd just run a marathon he hadn't trained for.I watched him from the corner of the narrow bed. The room felt like a cellar, They'd put me here for my own protection, they said. Until Max decides what to do, and until I am free from Dexter.I knew what I wanted him to do."Did he talk to you?" I asked my voice cracking, I've been crying so much my voice sounded hoarse. Max opened his eyes. They were the color of storm clouds just before lightning terrible beauty. "Enzo forgives you, he is just as pissed off at Dexter as you are.”He pushed off the door and crossed the room in three strides, dropping to his knees in front of me so that his face was level wit

KaiThe air inside Crestmoon pack house was colder than the night outside.I stepped through the heavy oak doors without knocking.No one stopped me. No one ever did. Word had already spread the moment I crossed into their territory. It always did. Wolves of my prestige didn't need announcements; our presence alone was enough. I could feel the eyes on me, even when no faces appeared in the shadowed alcoves along the corridors. They watched from behind tapestries, from around corners, from the spaces between the ancient stones. They always watched.I walked past long corridors carved with old markings symbols of rank, of bloodlines, of battles long forgotten by humans but still etched into memory here. My boots echoed faintly against the stone floor, but even that sound seemed swallowed before it could travel far, as if the walls themselves absorbed noise, hoarding it like treasure. The torches flickered in their wrought-iron sconces, casting dancing shadows that seemed to bow as I pa

Enzo“Dexter got to Nina and Lily, we don't know how many more spies he has, or if Lily is still under his control,” Anthony said he has a solid point but the sound of my mate's name on his lips made my skin crawl.“Nina didn't have a choice so did lily, lets drop it, if Dexter has any more species we would find out eventually.”He laughed making a dry and awful sound, “The last time you found out he had a spy you were seconds away from dying.”Lily flinched "I'm not underDexter's spell. That I know, I’m happy no I’m not, but I'm happy I got to come to Silverfang, and I met Max and Martha and Alpha Enzo.”“Happy enough to poison him,” Anthony said, I was going to have a word with him after this, he was an elder but I was still Alpha of silver fang he had to watch what he said to me."Enough." Max pushed off the wall, his posture radiating threat. "We need to focus. The plan. How do we get Dexter to surface?"“Last time I met him it wasn't so far from Crestmoon, I can walk towards the

EnzoI gave myself one hour.One hour to sit with the document, to let the information settle into my bones the way cold water settles into stone, slow and permanent and impossible to reverse. One hour to be simply a man processing the fact that the person who had caused him the most damage in his adult life shared his blood.Then I folded the paper and went to find Anthony.He was in the garden, the small walled space behind the east wing that the pack had maintained for three generations. It was his favorite place, everyone knew that. He came here in the mornings to think and in the evenings to pretend he wasn’t thinking. Old roses climbed the stone walls, deep red and slightly past their peak for the season. A stone bench sat in the center where he was now, hands folded in his lap, eyes closed, face turned up toward the weak autumn sun like a man trying to absorb as much warmth as possible before winter arrived.He looked older this morning. Older than I had ever noticed.I had kno

Kai Another silence. Outside a truck rumbled past, vibrating the window glass faintly. The older waitress at the end of the counter had gone very still, and I knew she was listening to every word with the full attention of someone whose protective instincts had just been activated.“That’s not very reassuring,” Nina said.“No,” I agreed. “I don’t imagine it is.”“Then why tell me at all? If you’re still deciding, if you haven’t made up your mind, why come back here and drop something like that and then just sit there drinking coffee?”It was a fair question. It was the question I had been turning over in the car for forty minutes, the one I still didn’t have a clean answer for.“Because warning you alone costs me something and it could cost me my life,” I said finally. “And I decided that was worth paying.”She looked at me for a long time. I watched the calculation move behind her eyes, the assessment of risk and trustworthiness, the weighing of what I had said against what I hadn’t