Todos los capítulos de Claimed By Four: The White Wolf Luna : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

POV: LunaThe ash doesn't fall. It just hangs there, fine gray grit that coats your tongue before you even open your mouth. I pull my cloak tighter over the crown and try not to breathe too deep.Jace falls in beside me. He's tied a strip of cloth over his nose and mouth. Makes him look like he's about to rob someone. "This place doesn't want us here.""We'll keep moving."He snorts and drops back. The column stretches behind us, wolves and bears and lions strung out in a loose line through the vents. Someone's coughing. Someone else is trying not to. The Link Call hums at the base of my skull and I can feel every soldier's fatigue pressing down.Kai comes jogging down from the ridge, shadow trailing his boots."Three vents ahead. Still hot. Ash is worse on the left." He stops beside me, breathing a little hard. "Take the right or the wolves won't make noon.""You checked both.""I check everything that might kill you. It's a habit.""Anything else.""Nothing alive." He pauses. "Yet."

POV: LunaI don't go in right away.My hand's on the flap. My fingers are curled into the canvas so tight the knuckles have gone white. Through the Link Call, it's cold in there. Not weather-cold. The kind of cold that means somebody in that tent has already decided who dies tonight.Whatever's happening has nothing to do with the rogues anymore.I swallow. My throat clicks. Stupid body.Inside, nobody's moved. Zara's blade is still pressed against Nyssa's throat, close enough that the skin dimples. The little dark vial is still halfway to Orion's cot, suspended between Nyssa's fingers like a held breath. The only sound is Orion's breathing. Wet. Uneven. Like he's pulling air through gravel."Don't move," Zara says. She doesn't blink. "Seriously. Don't."Nyssa breathes through her nose. Steady. Controlled. "It's medicine, you fool."Kai drops from somewhere above. He lands behind Nyssa without a sound, like gravity forgot about him, and takes the vial right out of her hand. Uncaps it.

POV: LunaThe black isn't nothing. It's a fist.I pull air in and get nothing back for it. There's a taste under my tongue, pennies maybe, or blood I haven't bled yet. Then the whole thing tips sideways, not up, not down, just in, like the room's trying to fold me smaller.They're still here. That's the only thought I can hold onto right now. I can feel them.The dark cracks open. Violet comes back too fast, and it hurts, actual physical hurt, behind my eyes.Orion goes down first. All that size, all that weight, and it just folds, like something kicked the legs out from under a mountain. His staff clatters off somewhere I can't see. Kai's next, one knee cracking against the obsidian, daggers skittering out of his hands like they want no part of this.The air above us bends. Not shimmers. Bends. The way water looks right before it starts to boil, except there's no heat, just wrong.Draven hasn't moved..His voice isn't in the room. It's in my teeth."You feel that? That's what a bond i

POV: LunaThe mountain shudders and I feel it in my molars. We're running. Aiden's fingers bite into my wrist hard enough that I'll probably have marks tomorrow. Jace's claws rake the stone behind me whenever I drift sideways, steering without touching. Orion's breathing grinds behind us, wet and uneven."Archway's caving," Jace barks. "Thirty strides. Don't slow down."I don't. I haven't slowed down since I was six years old and the orphanage kitchen caught fire. Running is just what I do.My chest splits. Not from the running. Something behind my sternum gives way, and pressure floods through the gap. My vision fractures. The corridor becomes two versions: stone still stone, but beneath it, silver lines run from body to body, and four of them end inside me, pulling tight enough to hurt."Aiden." My voice comes out strange. "Something's tearing.""I feel it too." He doesn't slow. "Don't wrestle it yet, Luna." Easy for him to say. He's not the one with pressure building behind his rib

POV: LunaMy hand is stiff. I keep flexing my fingers at the mouth of the command tent, trying to loosen the four-notch crescent so it doesn't lock up. Draven's laughter still tastes like copper at the back of my tongue. Outside, three thousand survivors wait in the basin; wolves, bears, mountain lions packed together among Thornax's broken columns.Kai presses an iron circlet into my hands. "You don't have to wear it yet. But if you walk out there bare-headed, they'll see a girl. Not a queen."I don't want the crown. I want thirty seconds of silence. I want Jace's forehead against mine and Aiden's arms locked around my spine. But the notch pulls, reminding me Draven is already building.I settle the circlet over my brow and step into the basin. Three thousand faces turn.The survivors have split by instinct. Silver wolves left. Black-furred Jathorne exiles right. Orithorne bears in a tight knot at the rear. Kaelene mountain lions draped along the broken upper walls. I walk the space