All Chapters of The Lycan's Luna's Vengeful Redemption.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Elena's P.O.VI made my way through the tables and quietly plopped down into the chair opposite the companion I had come to meet. He sat silently with his head bowed and a huge mug of ale before him. He didn't look up but I knew fully well that he was aware of my presence. I fearfully scanned the old inn quickly, fearing that one or two listening ears might eavesdrop and pick up what we were about to talk about, but when I looked around, I saw that this was indeed the perfect place for our meeting as everyone was engaged in their own business, either arguing away or singing loudly in a drunken state. Every now and then a brawl would break out between two or more people. This was indeed the perfect place."Axel.." I whispered out to him but he still remained quiet. I reached out my hand to tap him but then he spoke up. "Hello Elena." His voice came out deep and rough. He slowly looked up and gave me a smile, apparently a bit tipsy from his drinking. He had circles around his eyes a

Logan's P.O.VThe air hung thick with the smell of blood. The familiar place we once called home was now a stained red battlefield. The smell of death clung to everything, an oppressive reminder of the fierce battle that lasted since midnight. My pack, Ravensong, had stood our ground against the vicious wolf attack. The rogues came in waves and in relentless anger, their attack seemingly endless. We fought hard with glinting eyes, barring our teeth and claws, but it wasn’t enough.The rogues did not stop, their anger rising, as they pit themselves against us. Each slain wolf was ​​replaced among them, and their numbers seemed to increase each time. We stepped over our brothers and sisters whose bodies had been dropped by the enemy. Their screams, gasps of pain and silent final words still capture the cruelty of despair in my mind.The weight of the rogues numbers was formidable, and slowly, inevitably, we began to lose our way. The relentless pressure and constant attacks slowed us do

Emily's P.O.VThe waste lands as we called it, was a vast no man's land stretching between the packs. No Alpha had power out here and no one recognized any authority in the wastelands. Here was a haven for rogue wolves, exiles and outcasts. My wanderings led me to the prancing pony, an inn that stood in isolation on the grounds of the wastelands. Here, I knew I would find rest and refreshments.I pushed the door open and the smell of ale hit my nose immediately. The inn was as busy as usual as the men drank, argued, sang, brawled and drank some more. I adjusted the hood around my head and made my way to a table where I sat down and beckoned on the barman who had his eyes on me the moment I stepped in. "The usual." I muttered when he drew near, and as I said this, I dropped his money on the table all this while taking care to keep my face hidden. The barman snatched the money off the table and soon returned with a huge flagon of ale which he carelessly set down on the table. I pick

Ethan's P.O.VThe whole pack was in an uproar of cheers and praises as we marched through the gates. The men I led were grim and fierce and none of them displayed even the slightest of emotions which was true to their training. The pack was happy I had led out my men on another successful operation and I was back without casualties.I marched through the gates with a smile playing silently on my lips. I was satisfied deep within me to meet this kind of reception. The men I knew were also satisfied with the applause that met them but because of their training they could not afford to display emotions and feelings while on duty, this was the way of the pack guard.The only thing that was on my mind at that time was to see Isabella. I wanted to see her and resume the conversation we had going on before I was abruptly pulled away from the pack because of the rogue attack on Ravensong. It was a little strange not to find Isabella at the porch waiting for me but I dismissed it off thinki

Isabella's P.O.VWith what was going on around me and in my head, my senses were jumbled and messed up. As I realized Ethan was full of secrets. Despite our marriage contract, Ethan was bent on keeping a lot of things from me, the secrets were just too much. The vials of liquids he kept in his study and the identity of the woman he would not talk about, his involvement in the attacks on Ravensong pack and imagine my surprise when the woman Emily showed up. Ethan seemed to have a past, a shared history with this woman. A past that he wasn't happy to relieve. By the time we took the woman Emily to the Infirmary, she was at the verge of passing out because of her excess loss of blood coupled with Ethan's unexpected attack. Talia kept calling and slapping her face to keep her from passing out. "What's happening?" A healer confronted us immediately as we burst into the infirmary. "She's bleeding out." Tricia replied quickly. "Her wound is not healing! And she has lost a lot of blood