All Chapters of The Ex-Luna's Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

/Alora/The air was filled with tension, thick with the scent of pine and wolf smell; the earth beneath my feet seemed unstable, held in a breath of anticipation.My face was inches from the Lycan's, my pulse rushing with the snarl directed at me as his glowing eyes nailed mine, their weight shaking me right down to my soul.Randalls' form towered beside me, his big wolf body set protectively between me and the beast, but even with all that, I felt the gazes of the Lycan on me, recognizing me, assessing me. It was chasing me, not as prey simply, but for something. more."Get back, Alora," Randall growled, a clear threat laced into his tone.I did nothing but take a step forward, my heart rushing, until the storm of darkness inside me stirred, rose in a flood so wild and strong. It wasn't a sound anymore, a tiny stream. It was a storm. I could feel it thud beneath my skin, stretching for release. This was the power I fought with all my might to hold in, the power I was afraid of.Yet,

/-Alora-/The moon was full and hung heavy through the thick forest above. The clearing area was very quiet except for the rustle of trees and the snaps of twigs under our feet.Lyanna's words weighed on me with the suffocating pressure of a smothering fog; there was no relief from the sense that the world around me was constantly in change, in ways too grand for me to even begin to understand.Prophecy, ancient power. Neither had ever figured into my plans."Chosen," I said to myself because it sounded stupid if said out loud. "Chosen for what?Her eyes, older than the forest itself, spoke to me with a sad understanding. "To balance, Alora. To right the wrongs that have festered for so many ages. You bear the blood of those who once ruled these lands, before the betrayal, before the fall.I turned to Randall, quiet beside me, arms crossed over his chest. He watched Lyanna closely, his face unreadable, but the tightness in his jaw told me he was listening."The fall," I said, my voice

His words kept reverberating in my mind as the sound of a funeral bell, and it was sober around us.I saw him look at me, as though I was a thread unwinding in his hands, and each word that came from his lips pulled the knot even tighter. Though I still had a lot of questions, the look in his eyes made me keep shut.He was getting ready for something important about my family, something that could change the tide of this fight as far as I could see. So, what was it? And why did he not say it before? The moment Randall looked at Damon, his muscles tensed up and his fingers got tight. The defensive mode was already on, and I could see the gears spinning. I knew it was Damon's game, though, and we had no other choice. "So, what is it, Damon?" The tight way he spoke probably hid the fact that he didn't like the man in front of him. "What is the true story?" Because at the end of the day, we are perfectly able to tell you and choose for ourselves whether it is worth taking up even half

/-Alora-/Smoldering soil and burnt fur filled the air with a pungent aroma. My pulse was still racing in my chest, pushing adrenaline through my veins as I stared down at the renegade Alpha's body. A monster, so terrifying and strong that it nearly took us to our knees, lay destroyed and vanquished.But then it hit me like a ton of bricks: it wasn't Randall's strength or talent that caused the third rabbit to die; it was my responsibility.I could still feel the vestiges of that power in me, buzzing beneath my skin like a live wire, and it was more than just an aftershock: it flowed with a hazardous rhythm, a force both terrifying and exhilarating.The peaceful sensation persisted between us. I could feel Randall was gazing at me, but I couldn't force myself to look back—at least not now.I didn't comprehend what had happened. The surge of power—the tremendous energy—was unlike anything I had ever felt before. My palm still tingled where it had sent forth the wave, and my fingers bur

/Alora/There was something different about the night now. I couldn't catch all of the secrets the wind told me. As its cold fingers touched my skin, I felt a chill run down my back. My heart was still beating fast, but not from the fight, but from the damned, twisted truth that was pressing on me.I tried to erase Randall's words from my mind by telling myself that they were just another dishonest way for him to control me. I knew he was telling the truth. Something dark, unknown, and very old was inside me. This wasn't just an ability; it was the secret gift of an Alpha family that had been kept secret for hundreds of years. But that was not what scared me.But what scared me was that it was within me. I could feel the beat of that power in me, running just below the surface, waiting for the moment it would break free. And every time that thought crossed my mind, the desire to use it to destroy everything in my way grew greater.Randall's words still rang in my head: they would