Semua Bab From ruin to the Lycan King's Luna: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Fiona's POVSusanna's fangs.The crest of the DarkMoon Pack was engraved on the doors, right at the connecting line of both doors.The crest was an exaggerated wolf fangs with a glistening sharp end at the foot of a black moon.Susanna had mentioned once that it signifies the danger shrouded in mystery.I had figured that the danger was for Fangs and DarkMoon was for mystery. But I had always thought the black moon signifies shadiness. I thought her interpretation was dumb.My gaze stayed on the fangs, as I heard Susanna's voice repeat danger over and over in my head.Fangs.....Susanna......Susanna's fangs.....Susanna's mouth was hanging open, her lower lips indented by her fangs. Bloodied fangs.They were dripping bit by bit, on to the ground...No, more accurately, a body that was slowly drowning in its blood. Two gaping holes were in the side of the neck, the punctured artery pumping blood without stopping, like the final attempt to save a life that was already gone. I recognis

Susanna's POV "What have you been up to?"Sebastian's voice was like honey, sweet and soothing Seated behind his massive desk, papers scattered all around him. He had one brow raised, waiting for an answer, that he already knows."Wedding preps." I said, walking closer and stopping right at the desk.He responded with a knowing nod, and a faint smirk playing on his lips."You are not tired, Ivanka can be pretty intense." He said, concerned layered behind the playful mockery in his eyes.I sighed, my shoulders dropping in exhaustion."Ivanka IS intense," I started, nodding my head at the emphasis, "and aside from the fact that I now have thousands of pages of information about the Moonstone Pack, swirling around in my brain, I'm pretty fine," "Yeah" I added hastily, with a quick nod.Sebestian only stared at me, his expression like he was waiting for my honest answer.I tilted my head, and flashed a warm smile."I'm fine really, I have done all this before." I said, breathing a smal

Susanna's POV.I had seen many sides of Sebestian, mischievous, authoritative, lustful and longing. Yet nothing prepared me for what he looked like when Thorne had mentioned Trudy.It sounded like a woman's name, but what was certain was that whoever Trudy was, was important enough for him to move like a wounded lion.Yet more than my curiosity about Trudy, I found myself more worried about Sebestian. "Ugh!" A frustrated groan escaped my lips, as I threw my head back and my hands in the air.This was the third time this morning that I was getting distracted.I seriously needed to get both Sebestian and this unknown Trudy person out of my head. But my brain seems to take the instruction; " Don't think about them " Into "Flood my mind with thoughts of them."I let a groan again, leaned back with my hands propping me on the floor.I was in the training center, meditating at trying to connect with my wolf. I sat cross-legged in a meditation pose, my hands in my knees. I cleared my mind

Sebestian's POVI was a selfish prick. I was doing all of this because I couldn't face her.Heck, selfish and a coward. There was really no better groom in all of Wolf Lands.I watched Susanna try again and again to hypnotize the guards, but she didn't get past the gates each time.And each time, they recognised her before she could even try anything, and each time see was coming up with excuses on the spot, to the point where they were beginning to get ridiculous."Uh, I was just looking for Sebestian," she said posing confidently. "Has any one of you seen him around?" This was the first two times."Sebestian had not gone past here? You are sure?"The next three times "Yeah, I've seen him, but the night sky is so beautiful. I just had to see it "This was one time Her window had the best view in all of Moonstone Pack."Have you seen my pet?"This was the most ridiculous. No wolf kept pets, we killed more than we hunt, and the forest had learned to run at the sound our paws make.

Susanna's POV.Fiona's screams came later than I expected.While I stood still at the window, and basked in the firelight glow, Fiona was basking in her fright."Nice view " I said.Fiona has turned slowly, so slowly her feet dragged on the floor, like her heels were scared to turn. She held the candle stand tightly in both hands, breathing so hard I could hear her heartbeat out loud.When she finally did, I was waiting with a grin, one I was sure she would find sickly. The once tightly gripped candlestick slipped out of her hands, and rolled away on the floor, stopping right at my feet..That must have scared her more, as her eyes fell on the candlestick and back to mine, the once blank expression was replaced immediately.The look in her eyes was not if someone that has seen a ghost, it was the look of someone whose worst fears have come true.And she fell.Her fright was evident on her body, like a second skin, her fear so primal I could taste it.And it was delicious.A small "no