All Chapters of Feral Hearts: Luna Rising : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CONTINUATION.“Why are you not saying anything!?” Kimberly pressured, her fists clenched.Nicholas's gaze dropped, unable to meet her piercing stare. His silence was a betrayal, a confirmation of her suspicions. His heart wrestled with conflicting desires: to shield Kimberly from his darkness and to surrender to the love growing between them.Her voice soon dropped to a whisper, laced with desperation. "Tell me the truth, Nicholas. Do you truly feel nothing? Cause I don't believe it, I really do not believe that you feel not even the slightest affection towards me?”The air hung heavy with anticipation, waiting for Nicholas's response."Then don't," Nicholas said softly, his words barely above a whisper.Kimberly's brow furrowed, confusion etched on her face. "What?" she whispered back, her voice barely audible."Don't believe it, because it's a lie," Nicholas clarified, his eyes locking onto hers.Kimberly's heart skipped a beat. "You do... Love me?" she stuttered, hope trembling in

STILL AT THE HOSPITAL CONT'D.On hearing Jordan's promise, Nicholas's expression softened. He leaned backwards and stood erect, his eyes gleaming with a hint of satisfaction. "Good. That's all I ask."Jordan felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the depth of his newfound loyalty to Nicholas."Why?" He asked, his curiosity getting the better of him."Let's just say it's essential for... mutual protection." Nicholas said with a cryptic smile.The hospital room seemed to grow quieter, as if the shadows themselves were listening to their conversation.Jordan's eyes searched Nicholas's face, seeking reassurance. "What if I slip up? Nicholas's voice dropped to a whisper. "You won't. You can't afford to." He said sharply.His heart skipped a beat as he grasped the weight of his promise. He was bound to Nicholas now."Now, it's time for you to reunite with your family," Nicholas said, his voice gentle. Jordan nodded, still processing the events."But later, I want you to come find

FLASHBACK TO THE ABANDONED PARKING LOT, WHERE LEVI TRAILED DOM.Levi's eyes scanned the abandoned parking lot, his nostrils flaring as he picked up the direction the scent of Dom’s blood was leading him. He followed the trail, his footsteps quiet on the cracked asphalt. The blood droplets didn't grow smaller, leading him out of the parking lot and back onto the rail tracks. His gaze narrowed as he recognized the spot where he'd parked his car. But he was not surprised when he found out that it was no longer there. Margaret's car was nowhere to be seen either. Good thing she'd let go of her stubbornness this once and gotten away when he had asked her to —he thought to himself.The car's tire tracks that were etched on the ground were still fresh which meant that Dom had just made for an escape using Levi's car. But to his bad, he was utterly exhausted from the pain, and he was losing blood each minute, which meant he could barely drive as fast or go as far before Levi caught him on fo

BACK IN AVARIN.It had been thirty-six grueling hours since Sheila stepped foot in Anavrin, yet the town still felt like a puzzle she couldn't quite solve. Every attempt to settle down and adjust had been met with unnecessary issues. But finally, after all the back and forth with the accommodation manager, she was able to get a cozy cottage to spend the night in. The whole journey had been overwhelmingly exhausting, her eyes slightly droopy from her desperate cravings; food, rest, and sleep.The eerie, creaky floorboards of her rented cottage, the eerie silence of the night, and the curious stares from the locals outside all made her feel like exactly what she was: an outsider. But all that meant little to her as her biggest challenge, which mattered most to her, loomed ahead, that was finding the elusive witch, Hannah. However, this seemed like an impossible task so far as it was like finding a needle in a haystack.Sheila stepped into the cozy cottage, enveloped by the warm, welcomi

Sheila trailed behind the woman, navigating a desolate alleyway scarred by vibrant graffiti. The ground was littered with dirt and debris, while abandoned cars lined the streets, their rusting hulks a testament to the area's neglect. As they walked, the only sounds being the soft crunch of gravel beneath their shoes, Sheila's mind began to wander. What motivated this woman to help her? She focused her super-sensitive hearing on the woman's heartbeat, but it remained calm and steady, reassuring her that the woman's intentions seemed genuine.With renewed confidence, Sheila followed the woman as they climbed into a broad, dimly lit tunnel. The air inside was stale and musty, filled with the scent of decay. As they emerged from the tunnel, Sheila's eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, revealing a sprawling landscape of old, worn buildings. They stood in a small, rundown ghetto area, the walls of the buildings covered in a kaleidoscope of graffiti, while broken windows gaped like empty e