บททั้งหมดของ The Luna's Claws of Revenge: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

*Bram*I’m running as fast as I can through the forest, leading a column of soldiers that I have absolutely no respect for. In fact, I can hardly stand any of these individuals. Which makes what I know is about to happen to many of them easier to endure.Lyra’s voice in my head both warns and terrifies me. What she and Jorin are trying to pull off this time will be catastrophic for Alpha Kaelen’s army if they can get it to work. But, from what she described, they have several moving parts they need to take into consideration, and there’s a chance something will not work right. They might not get the entire circle to light, or it might burn in the wrong direction. There’s a chance they might actually burn the entire forest down.All I can do is listen to the warnings she’s given me and try to get out alive.Ahead of me, I see the small stream she mentioned. I splash through it, thinking it won’t hurt me to be a bit damp if possible. Most everyone else around me leaps over, which is eas

*Lyra*Before I shift, I go back in to check on Bram one more time. “I’ll be right back,” I whisper, tightening the cloak around my shoulders.Bram sits up in the bed, his breath still raspy. “Lyra, don’t go. It's not safe out there, and I’m sure Jorin will be back soon enough.”I hesitate in the doorway, my hand on the frame, staring at the black smoke curling above the trees beyond the clearing. “I can’t,” I say softly, without turning. “I need to make sure he’s okay.”“He would want you safe.”“I owe him,” I snap, sharper than I mean to. “He saved my life,” I say more gently. “He took me in when the pack cast me out. I can’t forget something like that.”Bram groans as he tries to get up and fails. “You’ll be walking straight into any surviving enemy wolves. Lyra, he’s not stupid. If he made it, he’ll come back.”“And if he didn’t make it, then I’ll find what’s left of him.” I glance back at Bram, his face pale. “But I’m not waiting. I won’t leave him alone. He might need my help.”

*Lyra*Every small movement I make sends a sharp ache through my ribs. The scratch from Villie’s claws still burns, a slow, pulsing throb that shouldn’t even exist anymore. Bram notices too, and as he carefully peels the bandage back, the air hits the raw skin, and I flinch, biting my lip. His jaw tightens, and I see worry on his face. “It’s worse,” he murmurs, his eyes narrowing at the wound.“It shouldn’t be,” I say. My voice sounds too loud in this empty house. “It should be healed by now. I’m a shifter for Goddess’s sake.” “Something’s holding it back.” His gaze is still fixed on the injury. He traces the skin just above the cut, and his touch sends an electric jolt through me. I feel my wolf stir restlessly, not from pain, but from being near Bram.“Hold still,” he says, but his tone has changed. It’s deeper now, more serious. “I am holding still,” I murmur. I can’t look away from him. His hair is mussed from lying beside me, one lock falling over his brow, and I have the ri

*Lyra*The wind snakes through the hollow shell of what used to be a cabin, rattling loose shingles like old bones. I pull my cloak tighter and step over a collapsed beam, the wood soft under my boots. Bram moves ahead of me, silent, scanning every shadow the way he always does.It’s been four days since we crossed into Song Pack’s abandoned territory. At first, the quiet felt like a gift. Here there are no rival scouts, no border patrols, no one to contest our presence. Today, though, I catch faint traces of an unfamiliar scent on the wind, and every so often, movement at the tree line makes me certain we are not alone.I tell myself it’s just the strangeness of living day to day in a place that feels half-wild, half-forgotten. But the truth is, I’ve started listening differently.Bram warned me. Last night sitting by the fire, he said, “We’re not alone here.” I laughed it off then, told him he was imagining things. Now, I’m not so sure.We gather what we can from the wreckage. An o

*Lyra*Bram’s dark hair is tousled across his forehead. Even half-asleep, he’s handsome. I watch him for a moment as the sun rises. The endearing way his lips part just slightly, the faint scrape of stubble along his cheek.Without thinking, I trail my fingers down his arm, warm beneath my touch. His eyes open, his muscles still heavy with sleep. A low sound rumbles from his throat.I lean down, pressing my lips to his. The kiss is hungry and demanding. He finds my hips, pulling me closer.Our bodies move together wordlessly. Bram doesn’t hesitate. One hand slips under the hem of my shirt, fingers grazing my bare skin as he pulls it up over my head. The fabric falls away, leaving me exposed to the cool morning air and the heat of his gaze.I grab at the waistband of his trousers, but he catches my wrists gently, shaking his head with a smirk. His fingers work faster, undoing the buttons and sliding the fabric down over his hips. His skin gleams faintly in the pale light, hard, scarred