All Chapters of Why the moon roars: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CYRUS’ POVThe air con blew against my back, the coolness doing little to nothing to help calm me down. I was seated in Clyde's hospital room with Stephen, watching patiently as the pack doctor checked his vitals and whatever else he needed to make sure was normal. He, the pack doctor, made a face of relief as he turned to us, clearly about to address us. “He seems fine in general,” he mused, a little smile on his face. “considering how much progress he's made from the first day. I advise he still gets some rest though, so I trust you won't give him too much work? Or, at all if you could.”They all turned to me, awaiting my response. I sighed. Work could wait, I suppose, Clyde’s health came first before anything. If something were to happen to him in the first place that would render him completely damaged, or even worse, dead, then all the work would admittedly be for nothing and would have to be put on hold either way. “He can rest for as long as he needs, doctor,” I replied, an

CYRUS’ POV “It's about a mile to the diner, and Liam and I walk together,” Baekalis recited, and I could vividly imagine the smile on her face. “Well, we're with half of the track team and also some of their girlfriends– you okay?”She turned to look at me and I simply nodded, urging her to continue. We were currently in the library, squeezed together in the little corner that she had taken it upon herself to decorate with fairy lights and a blanket she apparently knitted herself. After the dinner out, Baekalis had been too tired to explore a different side of town, so we had decided to come back to the pack house to relax. She insisted that if she read to me, I would be a whole less tense and would feel better generally. So here we were, on the floor as she read Freina McFadden's The Perfect Son to me, word for word to my hearing. We were currently in just chapter four teen, but even I would admit that it was good. Baekalis seemed like she was having the time of her life just sta

DEVINA'S POVI thumped my travelling box on the bed, throwing more clothes in it and pausing as I tried to remember what I could possibly be leaving out. Biting my nails, I accessed the box one more time: Night clothes? Check. Slides? Check. Workout outfits? Check. I eyed the lingerie that was taunting me from where it was hidden behind my closet, biting on my nail harder as I weighed my options. Ideally, the mission we had to take care of wouldn't even take more than two days at most, but I knew better. I had told Nightshade that I would need longer for the trip, simply because I needed a break and didn't want to end up overworking myself. It was difficult, but all I had to do was kiss him a little while running my hand through his balding, pathetic hair as I whispered painfully untrue words of love to his hearing. For someone that owned and single handedly grew the kind of business he currently did, even I had to admit that he was a fool for women. Not that I cared anyway, it b

DEVINA'S POVI observed the front of the building with my mouth slightly open, not even trying to hide my amusement and how much I was in awe as I cranked my neck at an awkward angle in an attempt to see the top of the building. It didn't work though, not with how close I was to it, and I wasn't shameless enough to take a few steps backwards just to check. So, instead, I straightened my stance and readjusted my facial expression back to the one that was emotionless and cold — a skill I've learned to harbour and develop with the time I've spent with Nightshade. I nipped at my bottom lip, clenching my fist and holding back a wince as my acrylic nails dug into the skin of my palm, the area getting decorated with red crescent shapes that would most probably swell up sooner or later. Denzel stood a few feet behind me, talking to the driver and smiling at him a little as he drove off. The other bodyguards weren't too far behind, so they trailed after Denzel and I as we made our way into t

“Fuck!” Baekalis cursed out for the umpteenth time today, her hands immediately coming up to cradle her now bruised knee from where she was practically on the verge of tears. “Language, Baek,” Stephen scolded, holding a laugh.Baekalis scoffed, holding up a hand and flipping Stephen off as his whole resolve came crumbling down and he burst out laughing. We had been doing this for awhile now, the training with Baekalis and Stephen becoming more of an adjusted daily routine than the chore it previously was. Honestly, even I could admit that she had improved. Her speed has increased greatly, and her endurance wasn't all that bad either. However, she still hadn't connected with, nor had she found her wolf yet, and we were starting to get worried. Her combat skills as well were…should I say slightly below average? That sounded a little mean to say out loud, but it wasn't like I was telling her to her face anyway. We were working on improving that, as we had been for the past few weeks,