All Chapters of Claimed By Four: The White Wolf Luna : Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

POV: LunaThe ancient shout presses behind my sternum. Not fading. Settling deeper, like the Queen carved a groove in my ribs and left her thumbprint there. My palms tremble against the cold rampart stone. Pear skin and white musk cling to my skin, too sweet, too human, for what I just did to those men below.Dawn reveals what darkness hid. Blood caught in flagstone cracks. Broken siege machinery smoking in the valley. The reek of charred pine resin and hot iron climbing the walls.A shadow clips the light above.Raven clears the battlement wall in a single leap. No rope. No ladder. She launches off the collapsing siege tower frame, twists midair without checking the distance, and lands close enough that I can see the dried blood on her knuckles. Two curved blades already drawn. The impact cracks two flagstones beneath her boots.Myrrh hits me before she straightens. Thick. Funeral-sweet. Wrapped around overripe plum fermenting in the dark."You shouted loud enough to crack the ridge

LunaMy knees hit the flagstones before I finish the step. Exhaustion has nothing to do with it.Below the spire, something hooks my sternum and pulls. A slow grinding yank, synced to vibration from the crypts.Steel rings beyond the courtyard wall. A shouted order. The scrape of heavy boots.White light spills from my palms, faster than I can hold. It cracks the worn stone under my fingers.I'm still scanning for Raven's shadow when the pull hits again.Aiden reaches me first, frost crawling up his forearms. He steadies the shaking pressure around us. His jaw tightens when Jace steps closer. Neither man moves away."Stop bracing against it," Aiden says, dropping to one knee. "You'll tear yourself open fighting the cycle.""It started when the mirror spoke." I choke the words through gritted teeth. "Something in the deep vaults is pulling."Blood sits thick on my tongue. My spine mark screams, vibrating the golden thread Zara wove. Every breath catches, tight and splitting."Then we e

LunaThe eighth shard's frequency hits my crescent mark, and my boots slide on grit before Aiden finishes yelling my name.My legs move. I don't tell them to."Luna, wait!" Aiden's voice cuts through dust behind me, but the mark drags my feet forward, and I can't stop.Something warm coats my tongue, thick and metallic, and I swallow past the wetness gathering in my mouth while my throat tightens around each step.The shards drag themselves across stone. Black roots seeking water. They leave grooves in the dirt that vibrate through my soles.Heat rolls off Jace at my left shoulder, cardamom and smoke clinging sour at the edges, and his hand finds my elbow.I push past him. My legs won't listen.The crescent on my skin pulls me toward the courtyard rubble, and I hate that my body answers it before my mind can refuse.The obsidian pieces snap together with a wet, heavy click. Glass stands almost whole, humming in the dirt, and the crimson pulse answers my mark's frequency.The face form