Todos los capítulos de When the World Ended, the Moon Chose Me: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 26

~ Heath ~Some part of my mind is aware that I am falling back into a dream state. The fleetingly semi conscious part of me is screaming out, clawing at the insides before it is too late. But no matter how hard I fight against it, the sedative remains too strong, and I fall at a dishearteningly plummeting speed back into the memory I try every waking minute to avoid.I’ve repeated this day in my dream’s countless times, and nothing changes. No matter how hard I shout out, how I reach for someone, they become a silhouette, my fingers clasping at smoke.It is the night the first case of the disease reached my pack lands. At the time it started like any other night, there were no signs of the terror it would cause. It had taken me completely by surprise.It starts out the same every time, me signing documents in my alpha office before calling it a night. A routine I have done since taking on the alpha role every single night. Yet this night would be the one the gods declared war upon th

~ Moxie ~ “I just don’t get it.” I say more to myself than Randall as I pull my eyes away from the microscope, refocusing on the room around me. My eyes are beyond dry…I can feel the redness spreading across the rim of my eyelids. I think I am even past the stage of being able to fall asleep, I would just lay awake staring at the ceiling, all the scientific formulae’s for a cure flashing across my vision. I’m even starting to question whether I am slowly turning mad.“Don’t get what?” Randall asks out as he walks towards me having returned to the morgue. “How perfect this virus is..”“Perfect?” He scoffs out placing a sandwich and bottle of water in front of me.“Thank you…” I tiredly smile out to him reaching for the cold bottle and placing it to the side of my face to ease the heated ache that refuses to leave my cheeks. “…just the way it attaches itself to the cells. It’s perfect…nothing seems to be touching it, not even slowing it down.”“You’ll find something, I know you w

~ Heath ~ How long have I been in this goddess forsaken morgue, and what is even the time of day. There are no windows in this deadly place, and I suppose why would there be…the dead need not enjoy pretty views….or sunshine. All I can do is stare into the darkness, trying to guess the time of day. My wolf is itching for me to return to my pack, to my people. I don’t know how many days I have been away but I can feel the urge to report to Dane festering from the inside. I haven’t been gone this long before. I can leave at any time, but Moxie made it apparent that she knows of more mutated wolves. That the male laying next to me isn’t her first case, contrary to what she tells her beta. Why is she even testing in the morgue, hidden away like a dirty secret in the basement. I can’t deny how my intrigue has been piqued and I plan to find out what the little wolf is playing at. But I am running out of time. If I fail to return soon, Dane will start to follow pack protocol to protect