La Lechuza Pictures Novels & Stories

And Layla wanted to gamble her life with her luck against fate. Taking her chance, Layla cleared her mind and visualize the white, furry, and huge beast in her head. She thought of nothing but wolf’s fierce groans and thunder-like howls. She buried the image deep in her mind, and top it with a stronger image of the same beast until there was no room left for her brain to think with other things.

Leah adds. She is still looking through the pictures when she stops dead in her tracks and goes still. She sets one of the pictures down on my desk, and I know she has seen something to confirm her thoughts. “They have Lycan blood in them. See this guy here?” Leah states.

“This greenhouse used to belong to the late Luna, his mother.” Nox had mentioned her today, briefly, at the lake. He’d also mentioned a brother, something I hadn’t realized until today. His study had portraits of his father, the late Alpha, and a single one of his mother—but no trace of siblings, leading me to believe he had none. My attention drifted to the medic walking out of the packhouse. He was done. “Once the Alpha finds his Luna...” Gaia’s voice trailed off, her expression softening. “I’ll have to let it go.”

She was prepared to give herself to me. "We were spying on Luna Keira on the night of the full moon when I saw him chasing the girl. In the woods. Half-nude. The both of them. He had ripped her clothes off, but she managed to get away. He caught her again, though, and was ready to force his way between her legs if I hadn't interrupted." Conan's jaw tightened at the picture I painted. "He owes you, too, Conan. For disrespecting and humiliating your Luna Keira. Yara is not the only female he cheated with."

I head for the front door. I take a deep breathe, calming my nerves. I open the door and head for the biggest wolf. He is a beautiful creature. He is taller than all the other wolves. His coat is black, so black that in the light it shines it shows hints of purple. I stop walking when the wolf turns and looks at me. I look into his bright eyes and find ease. He looks relieved before his eyes turn to pure hate.

Lucy POV Here on the sofa, I watched Leslie’s tummy rising and falling rhythmically on my bed. My bedsheets was filled with the blood he poured out when Anna was treating him. Anna told me the Jackals poisoned Leslie’s body with their claws, and she promised he would get well because he spilled the damned dark as raven poisonous blood out.

It was Grazziena who outright saw Luna Leslie, who is in between two gorgeous men, Alpha Lumaro and soon-to-be Alpha, Leelum. As Grazziena waved her hand at Leslie’s family, the latter waved her hand back, and then Leelum’s sense of smell suddenly heightened. A sweet chocolate scent suddenly hit his nostrils and like in a slow-motion movie, his eyes were locked into two beautiful deep-seated brown eyes of a young woman, besides his Aunt Grazziena.

Instead of a bar, Luna Elaine had a mini library with two reclining lounge chairs with side tables and a round center table. The former Luna loves reading. She has a collection of historical books on everything supernatural and other genres, too. She also has a mysterious shelf of unmarked books no one dared touch. They were the only ones kept inside a sliding glass enclosure with locks. It always piqued my interest, but I had to respect the rules of the house. The former Alpha and Luna busied themselves traveling abroad after successfully handing the pack over to Nathan at age 22. But they make sure to return every year for the celebration of the Summer solstice.

“There’s no rush.” No rush? I frowned slightly. “I just thought…..” “Aria,” he interrupted gently, “don’t overthink it.” I fell silent because I didn’t want to argue, and didn’t want to ruin the moment. Still…That small pause stayed with me longer than I expected. Later that week, I walked through a part of the pack I hadn’t explored much before. The moment I passed, a few wolves glanced in my direction, whispering quietly among themselves. I slowed slightly.

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”