All Chapters of The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

3rd person Paisley waited for the pain; she waited for the blackness closing in to become complete, or for the monster approaching her to bite her in half – but neither came. When she started to lose consciousness, her muscles relaxed enough for her foot to be freed from the rocks, but it was already too late. She floated freely now, however her lungs were quickly filling with water, and she no longer had the energy to try and swim.She’d resigned herself to being some aquatic predator’s dinner, but she had to wonder how much longer it would take – the creature swimming towards her had appeared to be only feet away. Surely she should be dead by now? The next thing she knew a massive warm body was swimming beneath her, and then she was being lifted to the surface. When her head broke through the rapids, water spewed from her lips, expelled from her lungs by forceful contractions as she coughed and sputtered.She clutched the pillowy object beneath her, content to simply close

3rd PersonThe closer Paisley drew to her siblings, still carried on the back of her mysterious rescuer, the clearer their confused expressions became. “What is that?” Riley asked curiously, cocking her head as she studied the creature supporting her sister.“I dunno, I was drowning an’ I thought it was gonna eat me, but then it saved me instead.” Paisley explained weakly.“We’re so sorry, Paisley.” Parker frowned. “We never should have made you swim. Are you okay?”“I’m really tired.” Paisley admitted, “drowning is hard.”The other pups murmured sympathetically, then reached out their hands to help their sister onto the rocks. However when Paisley extended her own arms to them, the creature transporting her swam back out of reach. It was managing to fight the current somehow, keeping them in place while Paisley conferred with her siblings. “I think it wants you to climb on too.” She guessed, unsure of what else its strange behavior could mean.“How can you tell?” Ryder wondered aloud

JaneMy cheek is pressed to the cool wood floor as a pair of large, heavy boots approach from the doorway. They stop a few feet from face, and while I want to cower from Ethan’s anger, I’m also beyond relieved that he’s here. I don’t get sick often, and when I do I usually have to just power through – no matter how terrible I feel. One of the joys of single parenting is that there’s no backup in times like these, no one to step in and take care of your responsibilities when you aren’t up to the task.Linda has been taking care of me of course, and though I love her, she’s simply not the one I want. My wolf has been aching for Ethan, craving her mate in a time of need. My hazy brain reels with the realization that I’ve started thinking of Ethan as my mate again, but in some ways it’s not a surprise. I always yearn for Ethan when I feel poorly, but this is the first time since the divorce I might actually get my wish.I don’t even realize I’ve closed my eyes until I feel Ethan’s soothin

3rd PersonWhen dawn broke on the pups’ first full day in the Southern Isles, the sun found them still curled in the protective shelter of a huge strangler fig, safely ensconced in the hollows of the tree it once engulfed. Of course, the night hadn’t left them entirely unscathed. Sleep was nearly impossible in the pitch black rainforest, with deadly predators roaming the forest floor and terrifying noises echoing in the distance. They eventually drifted off out of pure exhaustion, but when they woke they were covered in itchy bug bites and sweating through their clothes.They didn’t have any food or water, and as frightening as the jungle was, they were smart enough to know they had to try and find a way out. So the four children set out into the unknown, moving through the dense undergrowth one after the other, their small hands fisted in the shirt of the person in front of them. Riley led the way, hesitantly scanning the ground for spiders, snakes and poisonous frogs, while the othe

EthanI walk into Eric’s room without knocking, and instantly regret it. When I enter I find Eric and Linda standing a few inches apart, clearly about to kiss. Eric’s hands are on Linda’s waist, and her eyes are already closed in anticipation. If I could back out without them knowing I was ever there, I would – but it’s too late. When their lips are only inches apart, Eric turns toward the sound of the door, and the spell is broken.Both of their bodies deflate as they realize the opportunity has been lost, and Linda’s cheeks are flushed bright pink. Eric still hasn’t released her, and his wolf is glowing behind his eyes, but he watches me expectantly – almost as if demanding an explanation for my abrupt appearance.“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” I apologize, feeling uncharacteristically sheepish, “but we need to talk.”“Is Jane okay?” Linda asks, trying to put some distance between Eric and herself, then blinking in surprise when his hands tighten on her waist. His posse