Todos os capítulos de Why the moon roars: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

STEPHEN'S POV“Fuck!” I watched with amusement as Baekalis fell to the ground, her hands coming up to cradle her rapidly bruising knee, practically on the verge of tears. “Language, Baek,” I chided jokingly, holding back a laugh. Baekalis simply scoffed, raising her hand and flipping me off as my resolve crumbled and I burst out laughing. She scowled at me as she summoned strength to get to her feet, immediately lunging after me and tackling me to the ground as she wrapped her hands around my neck. She straddled both my legs, getting comfortable as she continued to attempt to cause me pain. Of course, if I wanted to, I could easily throw her off me, given I was the more mature and stronger wolf between the two of us, but we both knew I would rather die than ever do that. Instead, I rolled us around, eager to get the upper hand so it wouldn't seem like I was losing so pathetically. Baekalis seemingly didn't like that very much, as she instead rolled us back around. I could imagine

STEPHEN'S POVAfter spending the night wallowing in self pity, I had to get up in the morning to the presence of the sun I wish would kill itself, and the resounding sound of people shouting from downstairs. It took the grace of the moon goddess only that I was able to force my body out of bed, only to trip on the rug on my bedside and land on the floor face first — but of course, not before my forehead took the liberty of hitting itself against the edge of my bedside drawer. Defeatedly, I laid on the floor, my face buried into the decked wood before I turned my head to a more comfortable position, my cheek squished against the cold floor as I stared blankly at under my bed. God, today was already off to a bad start. And there was a feeling in my chest that it was going to get much worse. Hopefully though, what ever would happen would only affect me and not Baekalis or any member of the pack. I squinted my eyes in the dark, letting out a noise that somehow resembled that of a sur

CYRUS’ POVI woke up the next morning feeling hot. The sleeveless shirt I wore was sticking to my skin in all the wrong ways. My legs felt heavy and my head hurt. There was a tightening feeling in my chest and it felt oddly familiar. Everywhere was dark, and it was only when I tried to blink my eyes did I realise that they were still closed. It took way more energy than normal to open them, the irritating feeling of both my eyes’ upper and lower eyelids sticking together ever so prominent. Finally, I was able to peel my eyes open, allowing unwanted light to seep into my sight. I felt some shuffling beside me, a soft breath fanning against the side of my face and then the back of someone's hand against my forehead, seemingly feeling my temperature. “What the-” I heard a voice mutter in disbelief, their hand withdrawing as they shook my shoulders lightly. “Cyrus? Jesus, I think you have a fever.”Realisation dawned on me, and suddenly the reason for the heavy feeling in my legs bec

CYRUS’ POV“It's okay. I know you'll stop if I tell you to. I'm not made of glass, Cyrus. I'll be fine.”When Baekalis had said those words to me last night, something in me snapped. She'd said it straight to my face: I'm not made of glass. If those weren't the balls a Luna should have, then I don't know what were. She was perfect in every way, and she took me so well last night. And her scent. Dear god, her scent. I wish I could materialise it and turn it into some kind of pill so I could grind it and sniff it like a deranged junkie would do to fine and fancy cocaine. Only to sneeze it out, because in reality, I actually haven't done drugs before, and I was an amateur, just to sniff it back into my system. I could die happy if I was surrounded by that scent. When she'd told me it was her first time, I could almost swear that something ruptured in my chest because my heart stopped beating and I almost died on the spot. I couldn't believe that she willingly gave me the trust — the h

CYRUS’ POV I sighed heavily, my knuckles throbbing and the dull ache on the side of my face seemed to increase more. I twirled the silver ring on my index finger around, the feeling of the design of the ring causing the movement on the outside to be less smoother than it was supposed to. It was a ring my father had given me when he handed down the title of Alpha to me, and he claimed it'd been passed down in our pack for generations. It wasn't too fancy though, made of pure silver with the pack symbols crested over it, and the motto crested on the inside. I was on Baekalis’ bed, my whole body sprawled on the mattress in a star fish kind of position and my head resting comfortably against the pillows. I had closed all the windows and curtains, turning off the lights as well as I was in one of my moods. It wasn't a mood I prided myself in being in, simply because I was usually quiet and unapproachable when I got like this. I didn't want to be like this in front of Baekalis, much less