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Chapter 39. The priestess
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WILLA’s POV I hissed through clenched teeth as Gaia dabbed alcohol on the open wound, the burn searing against my skin. “Sorry," Gaia murmured. Her hands were gentle, but the touch still made me flinch. "I know it hurts, but it's necessary.” She had been waiting outside the library when I stumbled out. I hadn’t even noticed her at first, standing there quietly in the fading light, until she offered to help. The alcohol bit into my skin again, and I hissed once more, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to ignore the pain. "I’m still," I muttered, though my body was tense, every muscle coiled like a spring ready to snap. "You’re still... wincing every time I touch you," Gaia countered, amused. She applied another dab of alcohol to the wound, and I sucked in a sharp breath. "You may heal faster as wolves, but it still needs proper treatment. You should know that by now." Her words twisted something near my heart, something that made me want to lash out and hide all
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Nox’s POV The moment the priestess disappeared into the night, I felt my wolf stir beneath my skin. He was restless, hungry for answers, and the longer I denied him, the harder it became to keep him at bay. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to stay still. It had been a test of patience, standing there at my study, watching as she went to speak with her. I had wanted to be there. To listen in, to see the way her eyes flashed, the way her lips tightened when the priestess spoke of the curse. But I couldn't risk it. Not now, not when the balance between us was already hanging by a thread. And now I watched as the priestess left, knowing all that there is, all that she told, and feels wildly fucking mangled by it. I’d never felt the need to crush an entire pack. “Fuck.” I glanced up, the last traces of sunlight swallowed by the horizon, leaving only the cold kiss of twilight. Hunter should have reached the target by now. Any
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Willa’s POV I shouldn’t have snapped at him. The thought gnawed at me, sharp and unrelenting, as I watched Nox’s back retreat down the hall. He’d been stiff from the moment I let him in, like he hadn’t been the one to come to my door in the first place. Something about him felt different tonight, and instead of asking why, I lashed out. Typical. But the truth was, I hated the idea of him touching me again. Not because I didn’t want it—goddess, that was the problem. I wanted it too much. I couldn’t trust myself around him, not after everything. I couldn’t lose someone else. Not again. My heart tightened as I recalled the flicker in his eyes when I’d snapped. I hadn’t meant to, but it came out like a reflex. I hated myself for it. I clenched my fists, shaking the thought away, and followed after him. Luckily, he didn’t protest when I asked to come along, didn’t question me, or try to put me in my place like I had expected. That was something, at least. But even so,
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Willa’s POV His tall frame loomed over me, one hand gripping the blood-stained arrow. The flickering lamplight cast half his face in darkness, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity in his midnight eyes. "Are you certain of this?" Nox's voice was low, almost a growl. His gaze bore into mine, searching for any hint of doubt. "That whoever you plan to use can find him?" He wasn’t questioning my ability, or trying to know who it was I would be using, not exactly. It was more than that. I tilted my chin up, holding his gaze, refusing to let him see the sliver of doubt I kept buried deep inside. "You do not believe I can?" Nox's nostrils flared slightly as he drew in a deep breath. A muscle in his jaw ticked, then relaxed. "I don't doubt you." His voice softened, barely above a whisper. "I'm only... worried." "Then give me the arrow," I said, holding out my hand. My fingers trembled slightly, and I hoped he wouldn't notice. I could almost see the in
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Nox’s POV The distant roll of thunder echoed through the air as I strode onto the packhouse grounds, ahead of the patrol guards. The storm was brewing on the horizon, dark clouds rolling and thickening, threatening to break at any moment. But the real storm, the one standing by the packhouse entrance, was our vigorous heiress. She stood there, defiant, as if daring the sky itself to make the first move. Her hair, pale like moonlight, swayed with the growing breeze. Even with the frown tugging at her lips, she was a force of nature. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest, and I couldn’t help the twitch of amusement at the gesture—cute, in a way, though I doubted she’d appreciate that observation. At least it was something new. I waved the guards on and slowed my pace, stopping just a step away from the stairs. “You don’t look pleased.” I kept my voice low, careful. She’d been a handful of characters these days which I tried to follow every time. The visit she’d begged
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 47. A bargain
Nox’s POV "It seems the heiress has teeth after all," I mused, my lips curving into a dark smile. She didn't flinch, didn't back down. If anything, she seemed to grow taller, more assured. "Do we have a deal?" she pressed, her voice steady. I chuckled, the sound low and without humor. "Oh, my dear princess," I drawled, taking a step away, "you can't possibly think it's that simple." Her brow furrowed slightly, but she held her position. "What do you mean?" I tilted my head, watching the way her lips tightened, the way her fingers curled against her arms. She was holding it together, but just barely. “The position doesn’t favor me," I began slowly, and she arched her brow. "Let's examine this 'deal' of yours, shall we? You offer a name — one tiny piece of information. And in exchange, I'm to wage an entire war on your behalf?" I clicked my tongue disapprovingly. "The scales are a bit... unbalanced, don't you think?" Her eyes followed me, her body turning to keep m
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