Todos los capítulos de The Luna They Buried: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The Mary Rose was out in the middle of the harbor with her sails coming down and a man on the deck coiling rope, and the dark boat was tied alongside her and Korkut was stepping from one deck to the other with a wooden box in his hands.I went down the pier at a run. Tom was at the foot of it with a coil of rope over his shoulder and he saw me coming and his red face went redder and he put himself in front of me."Declan is at the hall," he said. "The Alpha sent for him an hour ago and she sent for the rest of us too. There is a meeting in the hall at noon and the whole co-op is called.""Who told Korkut to put that box on the Mary Rose?""The Alpha did. She came down at eight with the box and she gave it to the enforcer and she said, it goes on the boat for Saturday." Tom shifted the rope. "Niamh. Do not go out there. The enforcer is not a man to be crossed on a pier."I went round him. I went down the steps to the water and got into the first boat at the wall, a small rowboat with o

The hall was full. Every adult wolf in Dún Aonghasa was in it, standing along the walls and sitting on the benches and crowding the doorway, and the whole of it smelled of wet wool and fear and the soap they all used on a Sunday. Mairéad was at the head of the long table with her hands folded and Korkut on her right in his town coat and Declan on her left with his auburn hair combed and his face like a closed door.I stood at the back by the door and did not sit down."This is not a meeting of the co-op," Mairéad said, when the room had gone quiet. "There is no vote on the table and there is no claim to be heard. This is a gathering of the families because a woman came into this village a week ago and has been asking questions that have unsettled the whole community, and because the enforcer of this region has come from Galway to see that the co-op is kept in order." She looked down the hall at me. "I have invited her here today so that she can say what she has to say in front of all

I went along the shore road with the wind in my face and the sea breaking white on the rocks, and I went past the boathouse and up the track to the headland because the Cormorant was beyond the point and the only way to reach her on four legs was over the high ground.The moon came up behind the cloud and the whole headland went from black to grey and I could see the Cormorant out past the point with her light going and the small boat behind her with the lamp. I could not see the men in the small boat. I could smell them. I could smell Cormac and Padraig and the diesel and the fear.And then, on the border of the territory where the track came down off the headland to the cove, I smelled something else.It was a smell I did not know. It was not wolf and it was not the village and it was not the sea. It was oiled metal and cold tobacco and a soap that was not the soap of this coast, and it was coming up the track toward me, and there were two of them.I stopped on the track and I shift

They took Declan up to Ronan's cottage and Ronan put him in the chair by the fire with a blanket and a hot bottle and a cup of something that smelled of whiskey and cloves, and Cormac sat on the floor beside him with his head against his father's knee and did not move for an hour.By midnight the whole village knew. There is no keeping a thing in Dún Aonghasa. The salvage boat had come in at the pier with the lamp going and the two men from Galway had carried their case up to the shop and Nora had put them in the back room with a pot of tea, and the story had gone up the hill and along the shore road and down to the water in less time than it took to boil a kettle. The Beta had gone into the sea. The Beta had been brought in by a salvage crew. The salvage crew had been paid by the co-op and had been told to wait on the headland for a body.At one in the morning they came to the cottage.I heard them on the shore road before I saw them. Forty wolves walking in the dark is a sound like

I woke at first light with the bed cold on one side and the smell of tea coming up the stairs.Declan was in the kitchen with his shirt on and his hair wet from the tap and two cups on the table. He had put the fire in and opened the back door to let the smoke out and he was standing at the window with his back to me, looking out at the harbor.“You are up early,” I said.“I have not been to sleep.” He turned round. “I have been sitting in that chair since five with a cup of tea and a whole village in my head. There is a thing I have to tell you before you go out of that door and it is not a thing I want to say.”I poured my tea and sat down. “Say it.”“The mark is coming.” He put his hand up to his throat and touched it. “The old mark. The broken one. Last night it started to close. I felt it at about three in the morning and it has been closing all night and it is nearly shut.” He came and sat down across from me. “That is what happens when a wolf with a broken mark finds the wolf h