All Chapters of The Dead Luna's Secret Son: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

•Desmond•The first thing I noticed was the silence.The forest behind the villa was never completely quiet. Even at night, there were always sounds, leaves moving in the wind, distant wolves calling from the hills, or guards speaking to one another as they changed shifts.That morning, there was nothing.I stood beside Ronan near the edge of the trees, staring at the patch of grass where the night guard had been stationed.His name was Caleb.He had served the Blackthorn Pack for seven years and had never abandoned his post.Now his weapon lay on the ground.His boots were still there.His radio was still attached to his belt.But Caleb was gone.The second guard to leave in less than a month.Ronan crouched beside the weapon and picked it up.“When was he last seen?”“Just after midnight,” one of the guards answered.“Who saw him?”“Nobody.”Ronan’s eyes hardened.“Then how do you know he was here?”The guard swallowed.“His shift was logged at midnight.”Ronan l

•Lisa•Ronan moved before I could even understand what was happening.One second, I was standing beneath the old tree with my fingers wrapped around the strange pendant, and the next, his arm was around my waist, pulling me hard against him.The arrow struck the tree exactly where my head had been.The sound made my whole body freeze.I stared at the silver arrow buried in the bark.My breathing stopped.The guards spread through the trees, searching for whoever had fired the arrow.Desmond disappeared in another direction with two wolves behind him.I remained where Ronan had left me, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.I looked at the arrow again.It was close.Too close.If Ronan hadn’t moved me…I swallowed hard.I didn’t want to finish that thought.A sudden crack came from the trees.Ronan’s head snapped toward the sound.His eyes changed.For a brief moment, I saw the wolf inside him.His shoulders stiffened as his senses sharpened.He moved toward the trees.I caught his arm.

•Desmond•The words on the paper refused to leave my mind.The child is next.I read them again before folding the paper and placing it inside my jacket.Someone had warned me.No.Someone had threatened me.The difference mattered.I looked toward the locked door.Whoever had slipped that message beneath it had entered the villa grounds without being noticed.That alone was enough to worry me.But the mention of the child made everything worse.Milo.I couldn’t stop thinking about him.A sick little boy who had appeared in Lisa’s life shortly after she disappeared.A child Ronan didn’t know existed.A child Victor wanted found.And now someone else knew about him.I needed answers.The arrowhead was the only thing I had.I pulled it from my pocket again and placed it on the table.The strange marking near its base caught the light.I had seen that symbol before.Not just in the old investigation.In the pack archives.I remembered an old record room beneath the eastern wing of the Al

•Milo•My heart was one thing that always made me feel the cool breeze of the city rather than being surrounded by bushes.I had gone there because of my heart again… it’s always failing me and I don’t know why and this time it was a little worse.I woke up sweating.My blanket was wet beneath my back, and my heart was beating so hard that I could hear it.I opened my eyes.The hospital room was dark.Only the small light above the door was on.“Mom?”No answer.I turned toward the empty chair beside my bed.My mother wasn’t there.I remembered her telling me she would come back.She always came back.I pulled the blanket closer to my chest.“Mom?”Still nothing.A strange heat moved through my body.I kicked the blanket away.My chest hurt.I pressed both hands against it.Something was wrong.My heartbeat became faster.Then slower.Then faster again.I tried to call the nurse, but my voice wouldn’t come out.The room suddenly felt too warm.I closed my eyes.A strange sound came fr

•Lisa•I couldn’t move.I stood in front of the portrait with my hand pressed against my mouth, staring at the woman who looked so much like Milo that my mind refused to accept what my eyes were seeing.It wasn’t just the shape of her face.It was her eyes.The same dark eyes Milo had inherited.The same slight curve of the lips.Even the way her hair fell around her shoulders reminded me of him.My heart pounded.“No.”I stepped closer.The woman in the painting looked young. She couldn’t have been much older than I was now.Who was she?Why was her portrait hidden beneath the villa?And why was it labeled The First Blood Heir?My fingers moved toward the plaque.I stopped before touching it.A floorboard creaked behind me.I spun around.Ronan stood at the entrance.My heart jumped into my throat.He looked at me.Then his eyes moved past me.Straight toward the portrait.For one second, neither of us spoke.His expression changed.Not surprise.Not confusion.Recognition.I noticed