All Chapters of Three Fates, One Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

By the time I returned to my room, I had almost stopped thinking about Kael.Almost.Eighteen minutes.Asshole.I pushed open the door.Jack was stretched beside the fireplace, looking entirely too comfortable for someone who had contributed nothing to my morning."Glad you've had a productive day."His nose twitched."Mine was terrible. Thanks for asking."I shut the door behind me and stopped.There was a book on the table.I frowned.It hadn't been there when I'd left.The thing was enormous.Dark leather covered the binding, cracked with age and worn nearly smooth along the edges. Several pieces of parchment stuck from between the pages, and the spine looked as though it had been repaired more than once.A small folded note rested on top.I opened it.Thought you might like this.MiraI smiled.Damn it.I really liked her.I set the note aside and carefully opened the book.The pages were thick and yellowed, covered in neat rows of drawings.Symbols.I leaned closer.A crescent.B

Garrik kept moving.I hated him for that.I forced myself into a rhythm.Left foot.Right foot.Breathe.Left.Right.Breathe.Eventually, my legs stopped hurting.Not because they'd recovered.I was fairly certain they'd simply died.My stride had deteriorated into something between a jog and the wounded shuffle of an animal attempting to escape a predator.But I was moving.That was all that mattered.Garrik stayed several yards ahead of me.For once, he stopped talking.Every so often, he'd glance back."Keep going."I didn't have enough air left to insult him.My stomach rolled.Oh no.I swallowed hard.Absolutely not.I was not throwing up.My arms felt heavy.My legs were numb.And somehow—Somehow—I kept moving.Then Garrik disappeared around another bend."How much farther?""Almost there."I didn't believe him.I rounded the corner.The trees opened onto a wide stretch of rock overlooking the valley.Garrik stopped."Here."Finished.My entire body seemed to understand the w

"No one touches you here without answering to me."I stared at him.Kael didn't move.Neither did I.There it was again.That dark, possessive edge that had absolutely no business coming from a man who'd spent the last two days insisting he didn't want me."Why?"His expression hardened."You're under my protection."Oh.Right.Protection.Not jealousy.Something inside me sank.Which was ridiculous.Why the hell did I want him to be jealous?I folded my arms."So this is an Alpha thing.""You're a guest in my territory.""Right."Of course.I stepped around him."Goodnight, Kael.""You still haven't answered me."I stopped.Slowly, I turned."About?"His eyes narrowed."Who."I almost smiled.There it was.Again."If this is about protecting me, why does it matter who?"His jaw tightened."Lyra.""You're jealous.""No."Immediate.Flat.Completely unconvincing.I smiled.Kael's eyes narrowed further."You're enjoying this.""A little.""Who."He stepped closer."Because I don't belie

The Veilborn archives were too quiet.They had always been too quiet.Even as a child, before exile, before Hollow Ridge, before my name became something wolves whispered like a curse, I'd hated the silence here.It wasn't peaceful.It was watchful.Especially now.If I was caught in Veilborn territory, the order was to execute me on sight.I had no intention of giving them the opportunity.I moved between the shelves without a lantern, letting the faint moonlight filtering through the high windows guide me.I knew this room too well.Which shelves held histories.Which held bloodlines.Which held treaties no one had honored in generations.I'd searched them all.Every surviving reference to the old prophecy ended the same way.Missing pages.Clean cuts.Entire sections removed so precisely they couldn't possibly be blamed on age.Someone had wanted the prophecy gone.And whoever it was had been thorough.Almost.I stopped near the back wall.A massive tapestry hung there, faded with a

I woke with Lyra still in my hands.At least, that's what it felt like.My palm was warm.My fingers were curved against empty air, exactly as they'd been around her face only moments ago.I didn't move.For a few seconds, I could still feel her.The softness of her cheek beneath my palm.Her hand wrapped around my arm.Her forehead pressed against mine.Then I breathed in.Wild honey and rain.My eyes opened.Lyra.Her scent lingered in my room.Faint.Impossible.But there.I sat up slowly.The room was empty.Morning light spilled through the windows. My clothes were draped over the chair where I'd left them. The fire had burned down sometime during the night.There was no Lyra.Of course there wasn't.She was in Ironfang.I was in Moonshadow.And yet—Does this feel like a dream to you?I looked down at my hand.I understood what she'd meant now.I'd dreamed before.Everyone did.Dreams were strange. Broken. Details shifted when you tried to hold onto them.This hadn't.I remember