All Chapters of The Luna's Blood Moon: She Refused To Bow: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

ORVAX'S POV Silence, an invisible blanket spun from the fibers of twilight and fading breath, follows Cassian's declaration. It settles over the clearing like fresh snow, heavy and light at the same time.“It's best we leave now, just before dawn starts to take its hold upon us," he says again, his voice calm and collected in such a way that leaves no room for arguments. "Your territory is no longer safe enough to protect her…from herself and probably the enemies after her.”My eyes are locked on him, refusing to blink, with a gaze that feels almost physical. I'm not just looking at him though, I'm studying him, picking apart every micro-expression, anything that would help me better understand what is going on behind those eyes.The wind shifts through the trees, carrying the scent of the ash from the now dying campfire. Somewhere deep in the forest, I can hear wolves answering one another with distant howls, but even their voice is muted in comparison with the storm brewing in my m

MENODORA’S POVInside the mountain swallows whatever little light there is. The sound of stone grinding against stone echoes behind us until it is a deafening grating sound on our ears and then, there is nothing but silence around us. It is not the silence of an empty room or even the kind of silence that hits the forest before a storm. This is a silence that is pulsing, a silence that I can feel the breath of it…a silence that is watching.For a minute, I can't help but come to a halt. The passage ahead of us stretches endlessly for miles that do not seem to have an end. The walls around us glow with the same hues of gold, blue and white that glowed on the stones outside like a heartbeat pulsing beneath the walls. The light isn't bright enough to chase the shadows that surround us but it is enough to illuminate our path, as though the mountain itself knows exactly how much we need to see.Without a single conscious thought, gravity pulls my gaze…and my body…back to the entrance. My h

MENODORA'S POV "They know that you have finally come home." Those words settle over me like the softness of the first snow of the season. "They know that you have finally come home." The words echo through my mind, bouncing around the walls of my chest and refusing to take root.“This is not my home, I have no home!" I say, the words coming out sharper than I intend it to be."No?” Cassian asks, regarding me with the kind of patience you use when talking with a petulant child."Yes,” I reply, shaking my head. "This isn't my home. The only place closest to what felt like home for me was snatched too early. A small cottage where my mother hid me away from prying eyes…I never really understood her then, but now I do.”My eyes start to water again and I blink against the tears rigorously. “I still remember the way it smelled of cedar after every rainfall. My mother would sneak in whenever she could to avoid anyone knowing where I really was. There was a crooked fence she always promise

MENODORA'S POV The first thing that gets to me is the pause that hangs heavy and jagged in the air, a frozen stretch of time waiting for someone to shatter it. It is not the kind of silence that comes from a lack of sound, but rather a silence that carries with it a heavy weight. The entire square has fallen into a still that makes even the wind feel like it is disturbing whatever has just happened.A large expanse of people, as far as my eyes can see, are still on one knee before me…old men with their shoulder length silver hairs, young women clutching their children to their chests, hunters who are still carrying with their their bows from the day’s hunt, even blacksmiths with the soot still staining their hands. Every single one of them had their heads bowed.A sudden frantic vibration hums at the base of my throat, betraying the calm facade I am fighting so hard to keep.“What's…what's going on? What are they doing?”No one answers and this quickens my pulse even more. My eyes ar