Todos los capítulos de Forbidden Under the Blood Moon: Capítulo 391 - Capítulo 400

POV: WREN THORNE“Luna, my father is walking away with that man, and I cannot run after him, and you cannot run after your husband. So tell me which of us is going to be brave first, because I think I am about to be sick.”Mara said it with her good hand pressed hard against her mouth. She was sitting on the saddle with her bandaged arm tucked against her chest. Across the gorge, two small figures climbed a grey stair into the cloud, and one of them was my husband.I could not speak. I stood at the edge of the cliff with my empty hand still held out, and I watched him go.“Garrick is safe, at least,” Mara said, to no one in particular. “They freed him on the third day and sent him home. He thinks I am visiting my aunt. They said he would be hurt if I ever told him otherwise.”“You are not alone now,” I said. “Whatever happens next.”“That is what frightens me.” She tried to smile. “I have not been unafraid in nineteen days. I do not know how.”“Wren.” Ivy’s voice was very gentle. “Com

POV: WREN THORNE“Lady, I do not have a name anymore. The Speaker took it when he borrowed me. Will you please give me one before the sun goes down? I am so tired of being nobody.”The boy stood in the middle of the Pale Stair, in the snow, with a wooden sword in his small pale hand. He could not have been more than nine years old.We had reached the foot of the stair at late afternoon, after six brutal hours on the pilgrims’ road. The wagon had come behind us with Tansy asleep in Selene’s lap, and Cody’s wolves had spread across the valley floor in a silver tide. Above us the steps rose in a thousand white shelves. And on every one of them, standing in neat silent rows from bottom to top, were the borrowed dead.Nobody had spoken for several minutes. Hundreds of wolves had gone quiet at the sight. Some of the young ones were crying. Cody had his hand on his sword and was not drawing it, because even he could see that there was no one to fight.“They will not hurt us,” I said. “They a

POV: WREN THORNE“Wren, do not look at my wrists. Look at my face. I am going to ask you for something that will sound like a betrayal, and I need you to hear every word before you answer.”Kade stood in the white gate at the top of the Pale Stair with the last of the dusk behind him. He was thinner than I remembered. There was a bruise along his jaw, and the silver cord on his wrists glowed faintly in the dim light. But he was standing. He was alive. And when I reached the top step, he did not wait for me to climb the last of it.He crossed the stone in three strides, and I was in his arms.I do not know how long we stood there. I know that his heart was pounding against my cheek like a trapped bird. I know that he smelled of woodsmoke and cold iron and the sleepwort that had clung to his clothes, and that under it all, he smelled like Kade. I know I was crying into his coat and could not stop, and that he was saying my name over and over, softly, as if he were afraid it would break.

POV: WREN THORNE“Tell us the cost, Luna, and tell us the real one. Not the one that makes us brave. The one that makes us sick. We have earned that much.”Cody stood in the smoke at the edge of the ring with his boots planted wide, and his face was streaked with soot. Behind him, hundreds of wolves had gone silent. The black column still roared up through the ceiling, but it had stopped spreading. It was waiting. I think it was listening.My hands were shaking. I held them still.“I do not know it all,” I said. “I will tell you what I know. When we share the binding, you will not carry it the way the Speaker did, in one body. You will carry a little of it each. A thread. But the threads are tied to each other.”“What does that mean?” Ivy asked.“It means you will feel each other.” I swallowed. “Your fear, and your grief, and your anger. Not all the time. But enough. A wolf who is afraid in the north will be a little bit afraid in your chest too. A wolf who is grieving in the south wi

POV: WREN THORNE“Mama, someone just said my name from very far away, and it was not Papa, and it was not you. She said it like she had been waiting a very long time.”Tansy sat up in Hesper’s lap with her eyes wide open and her small hand pressed flat against her chest. The ring was in Cody’s palm. The crack was a thin dark seam. And the whole chamber was holding its breath.I knelt beside her. My knees would barely hold me. I had passed the ring around the circle four hundred times, or maybe five hundred, and I could feel every wolf in the room like a pulse against my own skin, Cody’s fierce steadiness, Ivy’s sharp quick hope, Selene’s long careful trust, and under them all, deep and scarred and heavy, Ronan’s grief, held in his chest like a stone he refused to put down.“Who said it, love?”“A lady.” Tansy’s voice was small and clear. “She sounds like she has been crying for a hundred years. She said, little one, are you the one who can hear?”“What did you say?”“I said yes.”Hesp