Novel & Cerita Lahaina Noon

Worth it. That evening, after dinner, Clara brings Laia down to the harbour. Fourteen months old. The castle wall, the harbour, the December sea — all of it new to her, all of it being received with the attending that has been hers since the hospital room. Valentina watches from the harbour steps. Laia puts her hand on the stone wall of the harbour. The cold of it. She does not pull her hand back — she presses it in, the way Noa pressed her hand against the hotel window on the first Begur Christmas, measuring the cold, attending to what the cold means.

Here's a little cheat sheet for the packs. Alpha Merrick and Luna Gracelyn - Harvest Moon Alpha Zion (currently unmated but that may change soon;)) - Blue Moon Alpha Aydin and Luna Tessa - Waning Moon Alpha Kolter and Luna Kinsley - Waxing Moon Alpha David and Luna Christina - Silver Moon ......................................................... “So,” she continued, her tone lighter, “with that being said, Blood Moon pack will not be a part of this war and I will be keeping a close eye on them.”

For now. As the room settled into silence, Arlo lay beside Lune, his head resting on the pillow, though sleep was the farthest thing from his mind. Instead, he turned slightly, his sharp eyes fixed on her face. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a faint glow over her, illuminating the soft curves of her cheeks and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

Brett POV We managed to hit the road before 8pm. Being end of November the evenings were already dark by 5pm, so we had a good cover of darkness to move on. It is a cold chilly evening and Lugh looks ridiculous wrapped up in numerous layers of clothing. He can hardly move his arms as his coat sleeves are extremely tight with all the layers under them. Wils and I can’t help but giggle. I sat in the back with Willow resting next to me. Lugh was driving in front listening to some music on the media system.

By evening we found ourselves at the old stone fountain at the edge of the beach path. Water moved softly around the carved stone base. The sun was finishing its work on the sky above the water, burning it down through orange and deep pink into the first pale blue of coming night. Laila had her knees pulled to her chest, watching the color change with the serious attention she gave things she loved. I was watching her. She caught me looking and she did not look away. She just held my gaze with those dark steady eyes and waited with all the patience in the world, because Laila had patience that shamed most things I had ever witnessed.

Laila’s POV As I sat on the soft sand beside Nolan, the cool ocean breeze brushed against my skin, its salty scent filling my lungs with a sense of calm. The sun, now dipping below the horizon, bathed everything in a soft, golden hue. I leaned against him, feeling his warmth seep into my bones. For the first time in a long time, I felt at peace. The chaos, the threats, and the betrayals that had once consumed my life seemed like a distant memory, fading with the setting sun.

“Rhys is cooking it tonight, under the blood moon. I saw it. He wants my child’s power.” Derrick clenched his jaw and pounded the table with his fist. “That bastard. Where?” “I can’t say exactly where,” I confessed, despising how it put me in such a helpless position. “But it’s close. The visions… they’re connected to the energy of the moon. It’s happening now.” Jonas marched ahead, speaking with the conviction that rang out naturally from him. “We've been around to the eastern ridge. It’s a clearing there, old ruins. It’s a probable place for a ritual.”

“Sweetheart, there’s not enough fire in this world for that.” Selene came down the stairs wrapped in a coat, her hair loose. Caius followed, buttoning his shirt halfway, trying to look composed. Lena arched a brow. “You look… well-rested.” Selene ignored her and focused on Lydia, who sat by the window, humming softly to herself. “Morning, sweetheart,” Selene said. Lydia looked up, smiling. “Mummy.” Selene crouched beside her. “You had a good sleep right?”

Then he turned towards me, his expression shifted when he saw me. “I… Aria said she was tired,” I said quietly. “So she went to rest. I thought maybe… I’d check on you.” He didn’t answer, just remained silent. Our eyes fixed on each other, gaze unwavering. Then, turned away again, letting the silence settle. I took a few steps toward him. One at a time. “This raid,” he said finally, his voice raw, like the words had clawed their way out, “it’s tonight. Midnight.”

I asked him, forcing a smile. "Yes, that's right, dear, you will." "So, what is the plan for this month?" I asked them, trying to lighten the mood somewhat. "Well, it is nearly the end of the month, so therefore, the end of the year. We traditionally have a bonfire, as the moon for December is called the cold moon, along with the oak moon and the long night's moon. We typically try to burn at least some oak during the bonfire, but it's mostly staving off the long and cold night with the fire. This year, though, I would like to make it a bit of a pre New Year's party for the pack."