Semua Bab The Luna's Blood Moon: She Refused To Bow: Bab 51 - Bab 59

MENODORA'S POV “Seems they have found you first." In his words, terror strikes me like I just took an invisible plunge into a freezing pool. The warmth from earlier is now completely drained from my face and in its stead, there's a slick unnatural dampness on my skin. It is as if my skin is rebelling, shedding in an act of sudden silent panic. And the horns…they just would not stop sound now. One toot after another.The sound rolls through Rogue land like the clap of thundering and everyone moves in panic. The warriors rush towards the eastern wall and the villagers abandon whatever it is they had been doing. Children are rushed into the shelters and doors are slammed shut with sickening urgency. And just like that, what should have been a peaceful morning is untimely ruined.“What do we do?" I turn to look at Orvax, realizing somewhere in the back of my mind, just how much I have come to rely on him in times like this. “We have to go check it out to know what we're even up against

MENODORA'S POV We all stand transfixed in the same spot."I think…I think I have been followed,” the stranger who brought the comb whispers, his words cracking from his shaky voice. He is standing in an impossibly still posture, I'm not sure how is even breathing. His face is ashen, drained of all colour and his lower lips tremble slightly.As if on cue, from the edges of the trees, a single figure steps out from the cover of the shadows, into the sunlight. It turns out to be a woman…not too old and not too young either. She is taller, not as tall as Orvax and Kova but slightly towering over me. She has dark hair which she wears braided over one shoulder. Her clothes are mostly hidden by a long reddish cloak that she has draped over her slim frame.She doesn't seem to be in possession of any weapons, at least not where my eyes can reach enough to see them. She stops to wait, just a few paces separating her from the gate.Orvax takes a step forward on instinct. His body came between m

MENODORA'S POV The words stay suspended in the air, hanging over my head like a piece of dark cloud. Throughout the day, try as hard as I could, I just cannot get his words out of my mind“You have spent your life asking the wrong questions." Those are the words that flowed from Cassian’s lips, but they didn't flow like water. They feel like little darts aimed at my already battered heart."Are you okay?” Orvax asks for the gazillionth time since Cassian's arrival. I know he is worried even when he is trying so hard not to let it show."I'm okay…I think, it's all just too much to take in at once." “I know, I know lupa. We'll figure it out eventually, together." He is rubbing soothing circles in my back and although I do not tell him to his face, I'm grateful to have him by my side at a time like this.“What do you think they're doing right now? Think they have met your dad?” A small chuckle bubbles in my chest at the thought of Cassian and Orvax's dad having a face off."As far as I

MENODORA'S POV “Lupa?” I hear Orvax behind me. He sounds unsure of himself and of what my reaction would be. I almost forgot that he came with me.“I think we should head back, it's already getting too late." I know he's right, but a part of me still stubbornly wants to stay behind.“Can't I get another five minutes?" “No lupa. I know you're hungry for information and you want to consume as much as you can get, but what happens when it gets too much for you to handle?" “I know my…" I start to say but he raises a finger to stop me from speaking any further.“I know what you're going to say and while you may think you know your limits, you don't seem to mind pushing it to see how far you get before you finally break." I hate that he is right…I hate that he can read me so easily…it's just frustrating.“Okay…fine” I make a show of huffing a breath to let him know I'm not happy with his decision but I'd go with it nonetheless.“That's my girl." I can hear the laughter in his voice as

ORVAX'S POV The fire was not supposed to burn silver, especially not the type of silver that looks potent enough to destroy any werewolf without leaving any trace of their essence. I know enough about fires and werewolf lore and the wilds to understand this fact. Flames can dance, they can crackle, they can consume wholly and completely, even burn high enough to reach the heavens…but changing colour just because a frightened girl whispered that she remembered a voice only she could hear? Totally unheard of.Yet, right before my very eyes, the flames burned and shimmered in the colour of liquid moonlight mixed with iron…as if taunting me and everything I believed in. No one moves, our limbs locked in place and pulses hammering in our rigid throats. It is as though a sudden invisible frost has swept through the clearing, turning us from living, breathing people into a bunch of terrified stones. Not even the wind seems to have the courage to disturb the clearing.Across the fire, Cassia