Todos los capítulos de The Lycan King's Rejected Luna : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

"That's not possible," Ronan said, low, his gold eyes locked on the red-eyed wolf stalking toward us through the parted ranks. "Malakai's bloodline died out three centuries ago. I watched the last of them fall. I was there.""Watched isn't the same as confirmed." Selene's voice dripped with satisfaction. "Turns out one survived. Hidden. Protected. Waiting for exactly the right moment to take back what your family stole from his."The huge red-eyed wolf shifted mid-stride, bones rearranging with none of the smooth control I'd seen in Ronan's shifts. This one looked violent. Forced. Like something being dragged on instead of something worn naturally. Where the wolf had been, a man stood now, tall, gaunt, skin pulled too tight over sharp bones, eyes still burning that same wrong red even in human shape."Ronan Ashgrave." His voice sounded like gravel dragged over stone. "Finally. Do you have any idea how long I've waited to stand in front of you?""I don't know you.""No," Malakai agreed

The closer I got to the fight, the louder the pull in my chest got. Not pain, exactly. More like a current I could follow with my eyes shut, some invisible thread stretched tight between my ribs and wherever Ronan's huge black form was losing ground against Malakai's fury."Luna, don't, " Kane's voice, somewhere behind me, cut off by the sound of another clash between warriors.I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. My legs were moving before my mind caught up to what I was doing.The two Lycans broke apart mid-fight, circling each other in the moonlit clearing, blood matting fur on both sides, and for the first time I let myself really look at what I was walking toward. Two beings older and stronger than anything the pack world had ever prepared me to understand, tearing each other apart over a debt three centuries old that had somehow, impossibly, become mine to answer for."Ronan," I called out.His head snapped toward me mid-circle, gold eyes wide with alarm, and that one second of him

The creature that dropped from the sky hit the ground hard enough to crack the earth beneath it.It was massive. Easily twice the size of either Lycan, leathery wings stretched wide enough to blot out the moon, scales the color of dried blood catching what little light was left in the clearing. Its eyes, when it finally lifted its head to look over the wreckage of the battlefield, glowed the same wrong red as Malakai's."What is that," I whispered, though some ancient, terrified part of me already suspected the answer."A Draven." Ronan's voice had gone hoarse with disbelief. "The original guardians bound to the first Lycan bloodlines. Before the packs. Before any of the treaties that shape the territories now. My ancestors hunted them to extinction three centuries ago because they couldn't be controlled, creatures made of pure old magic, loyal only to whoever bound them first.""You mean whoever bound them first still controls it," Malakai said, satisfaction dripping off every word

"Absolutely not," Ronan said immediately, pushing himself up off the bench despite the healer's protest. "She planned tonight's attack. She stood in that clearing and told her warriors to take Luna by force. I'm not opening my gates to her.""Ronan." I caught his arm before he could stride toward the entrance himself. "Just hear her out. If she really does have proof about the Council's plan, that's information we need.""It's a trap.""Maybe. But we're already fortified, already surrounded by your guards, and she barely survived a Draven attack from her own ally. What exactly does she have left to threaten us with?"He hesitated, jaw tight, torn between caution and the plain fact that information was currency neither of us could afford to throw away right now. "Fine. But she comes in unarmed, searched, surrounded. The second anything feels wrong, she's out."The guards brought her in a few minutes later, and I barely recognized the woman who'd stood so coldly confident in that clea

The sky above the stronghold darkened as three massive shapes came down through the pre-dawn light, wings blotting out what little moon was left, the sound of them shaking dust and loose stone off the ancient walls around us."Positions," Ronan barked, and his guards scattered to the defensive lines along the fortress walls, weapons raised at creatures none of them had any real hope of actually fighting."This is insane," Kane said, appearing at my side despite his own injuries, favoring one arm heavily bandaged from the earlier battle. "You want to walk out there and try to bond with something that could kill you in one strike, off a theory you came up with twenty minutes ago.""Do you have a better plan?"He didn't answer. Which was answer enough.Ronan caught my arm before I could move toward the gates, gold eyes fierce with something between fear and stubborn pride. "If this doesn't work—""It has to work.""That's not what I said." His grip tightened. "If this doesn't work, you r