Novelas y relatos de Moana 2

Two figures stood silhouetted in the doorway, a flickering torch held high between them. Its flame cast dancing shadows across the damp walls, but the glare struck me full in the face like a physical blow. I squinted, tears streaming anew, my eyes burning as I tried to pierce the dazzling orange halo. Their features remained obscured—mere outlines against the fire’s cruel brilliance. A low, guttural sound escaped the gag stuffed between my teeth. “Hmm… hmmm…” It was all I could manage, a desperate, animal plea vibrating in my throat. I strained forward, the ropes biting deeper into my skin, willing them to recognize me, to understand. It’s me. Help me. Get me out of here.

Koa turned back to the two wolves now, “How many trackers are there out here right now?” “I think about 4 or 5…ish?” The second guy said rubbing his ear and giving Jax the death glare. “Can either of you mindlink them and tell them to head to the beach?” Koa asked. “I can get to 2 of them.” The first guy that Koa tackled said. “I can only get 1 of them.” The second guy said. “Ok, children. Today we’re going to learn math. If he has 1 friend and you have 2 friends plus there’s 2 of you here, how many does that make?” Koa mocked them.

Once the dragon touched down in front of him, Nya waged all bets were off. The dragon landed, light on his feet, with his back to Nya, which worked in her favor. Her mind wanted to show her what was about to happen, but she fought the urge to use whatever this newfound ability was to see the future because she didn’t want to know. Instead, as the mammoth monster stood in front of her, a hundred yards or so away, his breathing so loud, it sounded like the drumbeats had started again, she slowly began to make her way out of the trees and toward him.