Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Sacred Pack Of The True Luna: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

 RaeLinc’s hand was still cupping my cheek, his thumb resting just beneath my cheekbone while his forehead touched mine. Through the bond, I could feel how badly he wanted to close the small distance between us, but none of that want moved into his hand or pushed against me. He simply waited, steady and patient even while his wolf pressed close enough to the surface that mine practically vibrated in response.My wolf had already made her opinion very clear.Mate.Warm certainty rolled through me with the word, and for once I didn’t feel the need to argue with her. Everything about this situation was happening too quickly if I tried to measure it against a normal life, but nothing about my life had been normal since the seal started breaking. This morning alone, I had learned that I was the True Luna, that four different men were somehow my mates, and that my mot

 RaeJulien did not take me somewhere quieter.He took me to food.I probably should have expected that from someone who had heard me announce I was hungry less than ten minutes earlier, but when he led me around the academic building and toward one of the smaller student lounges, I still gave him a look.“I thought you had somewhere quiet in mind.”“I do.” He opened the lounge door and glanced inside. “This is empty.”“That technically qualifies.”“You also skipped lunch.”I stopped just inside the doorway. “How do you know that?”“Chrissy mentioned it before she left Mansfield’s classroom. You also said you were hungry in the courtyard, so I assumed feeding you was a better idea than taking you somewhere scenic and watching you pass out.”“I wasn’t going to pass out.”&

RaeBy nine that night, I had given up pretending I was going to get any reading done.I had been sitting cross-legged on my bed for nearly an hour with one of Mansfield’s translated Sacred Pack texts open in front of me, but I had read the same paragraph enough times that I could probably recite it without understanding a word of it. My thoughts kept circling back to Jesse, Elena, Frank, and everything that had changed since the moonstone shattered. Every time I managed to drag my attention back to the page, another surge came through one of the bonds.Brax.His presence had been restless all evening, but over the last twenty minutes it had turned almost impossible to ignore. Power rolled through the connection in short, forceful bursts, followed by physical exertion and a flare of heat before settling briefly and starting all over again. Whatever he was doing, he was putting enough strength behind it that my own pulse kept reacting.Chrissy glanced over from her desk when I finall

RaeMansfield sent for me twenty minutes before my last class ended.The note had been short and annoyingly vague. Secure classroom. Come directly after dismissal. No explanation. No indication whether she had found something new about Elena, Frank, or the archive records. By the time I crossed the history wing and reached the locked door, I had already invented enough possibilities to ruin the rest of my afternoon.Harold and Sonya were inside when Mansfield let me in, which made me stop just beyond the threshold.“What happened?”“Nothing yet,” Mansfield said.The answer did absolutely nothing to reassure me. Harold stood near the far end of the table with his arms folded, while Sonya sat beside the stack of records Mansfield had been building since Elena Vicker’s name surfaced. Neither looked frightened exactly, but serious was almost worse.I glanced around the room. “Where’s Grant?”“On his way.”That got my attention. “Why?”“I asked all four command heirs to come.”I stared at

GrantRae asked for five minutes alone with Jesse.My wolf hated every second of it.He paced beneath my skin while Julien, Brax, Linc, and I waited in the corridor outside Mansfield’s secure classroom, his agitation scraping against the bond.Mate. Go.No.Upset.I knew.Even through the unaccepted bond, Rae’s emotions pressed against mine in restless waves. Confusion. Hurt. Frustration. Something sharper that disappeared before I could identify it.None of that changed the fact that she had asked us to leave.Five minutes meant five minutes.Six years ago, I would have found a reason to decide her safety mattered more than what she wanted and gone back inside anyway.I knew where that kind of thinking led.Brax shifted beside Julien. “Five minutes is taking a long time.”“It has been four,” Julien said.“That is almost five.”“It is mathematically not.”Brax looked toward the door. “If Vicker says something stupid enough to make her cry, the five-minute agreement should have an emer