All Chapters of Luna's Sacrifice: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

 We were in danger. Even I myself was trembling a little when remembering the fight against Allen Samuel. It was terrifying to understand how close death came to us.    “We’re safe,” I murmured, just for her. “You do not have to worry. I’m here, I’m going to take care of you.”    “He read my mind.” She closed her eyes tightly. “He tortured me with horrible images and discovered something about you.”    “What is it?”    “That you are an incredible being.” She took my hands tightly, looking at me with admiration. “That the chances of you becoming a murderer are very high, but that there is light in your heart. That I began to be with you beca

“Is the reason why my pack failed to advance because I was here?” I asked, feeling that I had let them down. “Yes,” he agreed with pity in his eyes. “They were doomed for a while, but they’ll be fine. They will arrive in a couple of days. They have been delayed by some internal fights, from what I heard, but everything is resolved.” “And what am I supposed to do?” “To be the best moon ever.” He put his hand on my cheek. “I wanted to make your promotion the best of celebrations. But Allen Samuel now knows our intentions.” I hadn’t even thought about it. Hunter had sent for my uncle, unaware that he was a dangerous person. Now my uncle knew the exact address of our location and he could attack us whenever he wanted. And I couldn’t allow that. “We can’t run from here,” I thought aloud. “We cannot change the location of the pack. We cannot stand idly by. So what can we do?” A barrier. The voice of my wolf surprised me. Of course! That was the best possible solution. I know, it’s

Hunter. I had to distract him. If there was one thing I knew about magic, it was that it couldn’t be used continuously. If we managed to keep him distracted, then he wouldn’t have time to attack anyone. And maybe Sienna would find a way to defend herself, to fight to regain control of her body. “It’s Estrella.” He cocked his head, confused. “Sienna is dead, so she must be Estrella.” “Sienna survived,” Leonel exclaimed. “And you are attacking her!” “It’s not true, I killed her.” He smiled wickedly. “She was so little when I got her. She wasn’t as far from the pack as you thought, Leonel. She was just unlucky enough to run into me.” “What did you do to him?” I played along. “I erased all the memories of her!” He laughed as if she had told the best joke in the world. “She was crying for her parents, so I did her a favour. Her essence was that of a human and humans do not survive, so she is dead.” Was that the reason why Sienna didn’t remember anything from her past? Had this bas

“Remember, little creature, it’s you who’s the boss. Eleonor was the daughter of one of the most powerful witches. If your Uncle and brother are not there, you are the one in charge.” Easy to say, not very easy to do. I couldn’t just reach out and say that: “Hello! I arrived, with permission. Yes, well, I got into a war against my Uncle, who turned out to be Allen Samuel, you know, that guy from the legend. And my twin brother joined him, so I’m a little fucked up. I want you in my pack when the attack comes. Okay? Thanks. “ Simply impossible. Sorcerers did not have a king, monarch, or Alpha. They were a community, a leader was democratically elected from time to time to impose order on some things. However, important decisions were made by the council of elders. The strongest, wisest, and most respected warlock ended up being trained to become the next leader. And that was Leonel, of course. The most powerful warlock of his generation. “There are the most powerful witches, th

“Go ahead, eat. We’ll have time to talk later.” He didn’t have to ask twice. I pounced on the cart, choosing what to put on my plate. There were so many options. I opted for a couple of mini sandwiches, a fruit salad, and some sweets for dessert. My grandfather waited patiently for me to finish eating, looking at me with an expression that conveyed peace and maybe a bit of fun. “Did it take you a long time to get here?” he asked kindly when I finished. “It wasn’t that difficult, a bit tedious.” I smiled uncomfortably. “They do not have a very accessible place.” “No one messes with us, but we still have to be careful. The young and old witches live here. Young people are irrational, so they cannot leave this place until they are twenty-one. Elders are very wise, but not very trustworthy,” he confessed in a low whisper. “They grew up in times of war and it is difficult for them to notice that this is not our reality.” “Witches are scary,” I admitted. Magic is not as simple as it s