Semua Bab Luna Redemption: Bab 31 - Bab 40

TRACYThe heavy, reinforced tires of the black SUV crunched violently over the gravel driveway, shattering the oppressive silence of the Gaunt pack estate. The vehicle slammed to a halt with bone-jarring force. Before my trembling fingers could even press the release button on my seatbelt, the heavy passenger door was yanked open. A broad-shouldered enforcer reached inside, grabbing the thick collar of my jacket. He did not care about my balance, nor did he account for the severe physical crash my body had endured just hours prior. He hauled me out of the backseat and shoved me hard.My knees struck the sharp, packed dirt of the main driveway. The rough gravel tore cleanly through the fabric of my pants, scraping the skin underneath raw and bloody. A fraction of a second later, my two canvas bags were hurled out of the vehicle after me. They hit the ground with a heavy thud, bursting open upon impact. My few folded articles of clothing, a worn notebook, and the translucent orange b

TRACY The night brought zero comfort to the cold room they called my bedroom.Its thin walls gave zero protection against the cold, loud wind coming through the broken window frame.My sick body failed me long before the winter chill could settle into my skin.A high fever started just after two in the morning, showing the fast worsening of my disease.To make things worse, a deep heat burned inside my chest, hurting my internal organs while my skin quickly broke out in freezing goosebumps. Sweat soaked the rough sheets beneath my shaking body.Every joint hurt with the clear, deep pain of Lunar Decay.Help was inside a small, clear orange bottle resting on the floor. Reaching over the edge of the bed took a massive, tiring effort. My stiff fingers fumbled clumsily with the plastic safety cap for several long minutes.Three white pills finally fell into my sweaty hand. Swallowing the medicine dry hurt my sore throat, but the drug's numbness was the only wall between my tired mind and

AUTHOR’S POV"Get up off the floor!" Marta screamed, her harsh voice bouncing off the damp stone walls.The maids has just informed her Tracy had suddenly collapsed while working and she'd come to see for herself."You are not fooling anyone with this pathetic act!""She is bleeding!" a younger maid shrieked in absolute terror."Look at her mouth, she needs a doctor right now!""Shut your mouth and get back to work!" Marta snapped loudly.The heavy, wet sound of a boot striking human ribs echoed through the massive laundry room. Marta kicked Tracy's motionless body a second time. She expected the former Luna to flinch, cry out, or scramble backward. Tracy did not even twitch. Her limbs remained entirely limp against the freezing, soaked concrete.Stepping closer, Marta grabbed the collar of Tracy's rough gray uniform. She prepared to haul the woman upright. But then her eyes locked onto the dark, wet puddle expanding near Tracy's face. Bright red blood coated Tracy's pale lips and

TRACYTaking her advice, I didn’t waste any time as soon as the morning sunlight pushed through the thin curtains of my room. My whole body ached with a dull, heavy pain. A slight fever still burned under my skin, making my hands shake. But I was entirely done being a victim.Sarah stood next to my bed as we pulled my heavy canvas bags from the closet and laid them open on the mattress. Working together, we began packing my clothes. Folding sweaters and pants took more energy than I wanted to admit. Deep inside my chest, my lungs rattled with a quiet cough. But ignoring the pain, I zipped up the first suitcase.Minutes later, heavy boots thumped down the hallway. The door swung open without a knock. Two large guards walked in, holding strict orders to drag me down to the freezing laundry basement.Stopping dead in their tracks, the men stared at the bags."What is this?" the taller guard asked. He looked from the suitcases to my face, completely confused. "You are supposed to report f

AUTHOR’S POVBright blue light from massive digital screens illuminated the dark conference room. Inside Sean’s modern pack headquarters, heavy glass walls trapped the tense atmosphere. Sean sat quietly at one of the chairs of the sleek conference table. Around him, four of his top generals stared at a glowing digital map of the surrounding cities. They had been working for hours without a single break."We hit a dead end," Torin reported flatly. He tapped a button on his laptop to change the display. "Our trackers followed the tire treads from the highway ambush. But the trail vanishes completely on the east side of the city. We cannot figure out exactly who ordered the attack on your car."Sean narrowed his dark eyes. He leaned back in his comfortable leather chair, steepling his fingers together. "Someone funded a highly organized strike team. They do not just disappear into thin air. We missed something.""We need to get much more aggressive," a heavily scarred general named Vanc