Semua Bab The Luna's Blood Moon: Bab 1 - Bab 6

“She should not exist…” Those are the first words spoken by the midwife on the night Mayari is born.That night, the moon did not shine the way it normally would, instead it bled. Like a crimson stain spreading across the face of the night, it turned the atmosphere into a rust-tinted veil.The moon loomed low over the forest, its eyes darting across the earth and watching her birth unfold like the heavens themselves had come down to watch.As the winds passed through the trees, they shivered like they were alive, their leaves uttering a rustling paranoid whisper that seemed to be warnings of the impending danger associated with the night.Even the wolves that are natural creatures of instinct and dominance know better than to not keep their distance away from the birthing den.“Push!" the midwife yells, her voice sounds like a snapped rubber band in the way her words are clipped short and tense. There's also an undertone of something even worse…a fear so raw, everyone around the birt

MENODORA’S POVThe opportunity came faster than I anticipated…On the night that changed everything, the air felt similar to the night that I was born. The tension and uneasy watching, almost like the forest was waiting for something, but at the time, I wasn't sure what it was waiting for.I just finished an unsuccessful hunt, my breath is coming out in shallow painful pants and my heart drums a frantic rhythm against my ribs. For some reasons that I cannot fathom, the air feels heavy and the metallic tang of fear lingers at the back of my throat.“Something is terribly wrong…” the quietness of the forest puts me on edge, even the wind has stilled. My claws tingle beneath my skin, my shift threatening to overtake me once again.“Not now please…” I whisper, my fingers curl inward and my claw-nails dig deep into my palms, creating little red crescents as I fight hard to keep my shift in check. The feeling only grows stronger, something is out there calling out to my wolf or maybe tryin

MENODORA’S POV “What did he mean by the moon makes no mistakes?" My head spins from the pressure of trying to understand what his words mean. "The same moon that rejected me?! The same moon that never once spoke to me in my years of isolation?! Who is she to judge me now?!” Those are the words I want to scream in their faces, to scream at the moon, but I bite my tongue so hard, I taste the coppery tang of blood in my mouth and I hold my peace. The silver chains press deeper into my wrists and my ankles and my breathing grows ragged, catching in my throat that has suddenly gone dry. A jolt as sharp as a lightning strike slams through my very core, fracturing into a blinding wave of burning sensation that races from my head down to my toes, momentarily stealing the breath out of my lungs and overwhelming all my five senses. And all of a sudden, I'm no longer in the circle. Flashes of silver lights, blinding to my eyes, that's all I see around me at first, then comes the screams fro