All Chapters of The Ex-Luna's Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

/-Alora-/ The trees surrounded us entirely, and the darkness of the forest pressed down on us. Randall stepped a bit in front of me first, stiff and coiled like a spring, preparing to snap into action.My wrists were painful from the ropes I was tied with before now, a type of remembrance of the confinement, but the feeling faded in the background.What occurred previously did not matter to any of them while the present was poised on the verge of an abyss. “You race through the woods always, like you have been chased by death,” I questioned in a strong tone that could be heard in the deafening quiet that followed. Randall was silent for a few seconds. He stepped down a bit awkwardly, and I managed to get up exactly behind him and then had a glimpse of his shadowed face as he turned slightly to look at me: he had a narrow face and high cheekbones.“Someone is behind us,” he murmured, barely lifting his voice over the sound of the wind flowing through the woods. For a minute my heart

/-Alora-/The growl rumbled through the woods, its chilling sound running down my spine like a blade. Randall tensed beside me as his head whipped toward the sound.Lyanna merely stepped back, her violet eyes flashing unhurriedly as she peered into the darkness."They're closer than I thought," she whispered almost to herself."Who's closer?" I said, tightening my hands to stop the shakes.Rogers," Randall said shortly. He turned to me. "Stay close. Do not act unless I tell you.His tone was tinged with command, raising my rebellion, but before I could argue, the woods burst into action: shadows dancing between the trees, light and planned.“We’re surrounded,” Lyanna said, her voice steady.The first rogue launched from the shadows, straight for Randall, who met the attack with deadly accuracy, his body changing mid-motion into that of his wolf form: a tall mass of black fur, muscles rippling. Tearing into the rogue's side, his claws brought a painful yelp ringing into the night."Go!

/-Alora-/The shaking beneath my feet had somehow, in a troubadourial way, moved to my gut, where cold fear had firmly installed itself. Lyanna's words just hung in the air, a warning of sorts—something more was to come, its echo running through the tissues of my bones.Randall did not stop. His hand shot out and pulled my arm toward the tight tunnel we'd entered through."Move," he growled, and I knew he was taut with speed. Firmly, he grasped me, not painfully, as if I was the last link to his reason in this madness.I didn't need a lot more help along that line. From the moment Lyanna spoke the word of the Wight and its illegal union with me, every sense in my body screamed that danger was closing in on me from all sides. My heart drummed against my chest as we threaded the twisted path, the air clotting with every step we took away from the center of the room.But Lyanna was already well ahead, her glowing stick throwing long, twisting shadows across the crude stone of the walls.

/-Alora-/The darkness closed in around me, as thick and heavy as a blanket pressed against my chest. I felt air stir before me, heavy with residual elements of that dark presence.My breath was coming in short gasps, and my body was still shaking because of the touch with the mysterious force.But through the dark, I was certain of one thing: I was not alone.Randall's arm was still wrapped tightly around me, his chest rising and falling at an urgent, even pace. Through our seal, a humming, arcing burst of energy pulsed, like a light buzzing in my veins, and he was present. He hadn't abandoned me."We have to hurry more," Lyanna's words cut through the heavy quiet, and she was ahead of us, her silhouette almost not so visible in the gloom. "They're closing in."I didn't say anything for the first few moments. My brain was still trying to wrap itself around the figure we'd met, but the air tasted of an old power, one far more perilous than any I had encountered before. That voice stil

/Alora/The howl cut through the air, wild and feral, booming across the heavy forest as if the call of some hunting beast. My skin prickled; my heart was rushing as if it had recognized the cry for what it was—a warning.I spun toward the sound, eyes narrowing, looking into the shadows hanging from the trees. There was something in that howl. not some random wolf, but something far more dangerous, bringing an unspoken and ominous threat."We're not alone," I whispered, my voice barely audible.Randall stepped up beside me, striking a gaze over the woods. "No kidding," he said in that low, even tone. I felt a tightness in him, the coiling in his muscles in preparation for whatever was going to pop out of the woods. "That wasn't any regular wolf. Something is hunting us.There was the tightening of Lyanna's face in worry, for she too had heard it, the way her eyes darted to the trees as if she too could sense a coming storm. "It's a warning," she said, her tone threaded with uneasiness