All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN LUNA: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

POV: Kaelan Ashwood"Kaelan, if you take one more step, you will not live to take another. Please stop. I am begging you. I cannot lose you in front of all these people, not like this, not while I am holding the bone."Her voice slid down the golden thread in my chest, thin and shaking. I did not stop. Fifty paces of red snow lay between us, and every one of them felt like a mile."Take him!" Hargrave shouted.Six guards in council gray broke from the edge of the platform. Steel rasped out of sheaths. Torchlight ran down the blades like water. My hand dropped toward my boot, toward my mother's knife, and I waited for the first man to reach me.He never did."Hold your ground."The voice came from the slope behind me. Flat and hard. A voice that had read pack law aloud for nineteen years. Marcus walked down through the crowd with his enforcer's baton low in one fist. His coat hung open. He had torn off his badge, and I saw it lying in the snow behind him like a small dead star."Reyes,

POV: Kaelan Ashwood"I poured the oil. I ordered the oil. Stop this. Why can I not stop talking? Somebody close that cursed stone's mouth, close her mouth, I will give you anything you want, please."Hargrave was on his knees in the blue ring, clawing at his own throat. The pillar of fire had settled. It lay on the snow now in a wide, glowing circle, thirty paces across, and every wolf inside it had gone still and pale. Lyra's hand had come free of the bone at last. She had collapsed, and I had caught her. Her head lay against my shoulder. Her eyes had turned brown again, wet and dazed."Who burned the lodge?" she had whispered, barely a breath. It had been her first question. It had also unlocked something terrible."I did," Hargrave sobbed. "Damon sold the roads. I soaked the beams. I had Corwin killed because he found the first order. I killed him with my own knife, the three ridged one, the one I carry to this day. I cannot stop. Why can I not stop?""Because the Stone does not ta

POV: Kaelan Ashwood"Kaelan, those are not four hundred wolves on the ridge anymore. I counted. Someone has been adding to them all night, and they are not holding the line. They are walking down. I think Hargrave opened the pass."Selene pointed with a shaking finger. I followed it up past the torches, past the dark slopes, to the high black edge of the valley where I had stood only a day ago and shaken Titus Crane's hand.The ridge was moving.It rippled like a living thing. Ten, twenty, a hundred small flames, bobbing and flowing down the hill in a long red thread. Crimson Fang torches. Somewhere in the distance a horn sounded, low and slow, and a thousand heads in the hollow turned toward it."He gave me his word," I said."He gave you words," Selene said. "Page ninety said it. Three turns of the ring means open the gate. I saw Hargrave do it, and I knew it the way you know a song from your childhood, and I could not make my mouth work. I am sorry.""You were rigid with fear, Sele

POV: Kaelan Ashwood"My mother is in that cell! Hargrave told Lyra, and Lyra said nothing! I stood beside her for an hour, and she let me believe my mother was safe! Nothing, Kaelan! She said nothing!"Briar had never screamed at anyone in her life. Not at her brothers, not at the Enforcers, not at Marcus when he caught her sneaking bread out of the kitchen at midnight. Now she screamed with her whole body, shaking, tears streaming down a face smeared with mud and soot.A boy had come running into the hollow only seconds before, so out of breath he could hardly speak. Pip, the youngest of Rourke's riders, with burn blisters on both hands. He had delivered his message in six panting words. The kitchen is on fire, Alpha. Nell Hale is inside."Briar," Lyra said, white as chalk. "Please let me explain.""Explain what?""He told me when I came up the stair. He said if I told anyone, Nell would be the first to die. He said you would run to her, and they would be waiting, and he would burn y

POV: Kaelan Ashwood"I am Damon Ashwood. I opened the east gate. I signed the order. I have lied to my own son for nine years. Let every wolf here hear it, and let my name be struck from the Stone."My father said it standing, in chains, in the middle of the blue light. Nobody had asked him to. Nobody had needed to.The hollow had fallen apart after Hargrave died. The Crimson Fang line had tightened, a ring of crimson torches pulling shut around the slopes, while Rourke's guards faced them with their swords half drawn. Titus had retreated behind his white cloth with the courtesy of a man leaving a funeral. He knew the Stone held. He knew nobody wanted to be the first to shed blood on it.So my father stepped forward into the silence, with two guards at his back and his gray head bowed, and he told it all.He told them about the border war and the forty dead. He told them about Titus's offer, and the nights he spent deciding. He told them about the gate, and the lodge, and the child in