Semua Bab His Fanged Luna: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Emma.Shock. That was what I felt. A bone crushing, soul numbing shock that left me punching my own skin to be sure that I was still alive. Brother?! “You're no use to anyone alive!" Derek spat in rage. Derek was his brother? Kael was still tied up on the chair. His slightly wet and tousled hair was right in his face. His jawline and sharp chin stood out strangely. Like I had somehow broken something while beating him up. Then I turned to look again at Derek. He looked nothing like Kael. Both had two different shades of hair. A deep blonde and jade respectively. And while Kael had deep black eyes, Derek had ocean green eyes that she could get lost in. He reminded her so much of Roger that sometimes, staring at him hurt. But beyond the difference, she could see the chin, the jaw, the bridge of their nose. The size of their palms. It was all so different and yet so familiar. Like they could somehow be seen in each other. Bits and pieces. “Yet there I am. Alive and even our prett

Emma.Derek and I moved at once. If Kael was gone, then we didn't have time. Derek ordered the driver to speed up as we drove toward the Crescent Moon pack. Every bump and jolt of the van only made the dread sink deeper into my bones. My hands trembled, clutching the edge of the seat as if it could anchor me to some sense of stability. “She’s alive,” I whispered to myself, my voice trembling as I tried to force the words into reality. “Violet is alive.” Barbara, seated across from me, kept her gaze low, I couid see the guilt etched into every line of her face. Derek sat beside me, his hands rubbed on mine, his warmth provided a small comfort against the storm raging inside me. “Don’t let them see you afraid,” he said softly, his voice was firm yet soothing. And I knew he was right. I nodded, swallowing hard. Fear couldn’t save my daughter. But it gripped me all the same, making me feel helpless. What could I do? How had my life become so complicated? Violet had just come in

Emma. Cassidy's embrace was warm, her familiar scent grounding me in the reality that had felt distant moments ago. I clung to her, letting my tears soak into her shoulder, each drop releasing the tension that had coiled within me. Her arms tightened around me, providing a solace that I had desperately needed. “It's alright, Emma,” she whispered, her voice soothing. I pulled back slightly, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. “How… How are you here? I thought you were dead.” She gave a small, sad smile. “I was taken by Drag's men. They thought they could use me against you, but I managed to escape when they became less cautious.” Her eyes shifted to Derek, who was watching us with a mixture of relief and concern. I glanced back at Derek, his steady presence had been a beacon through the storm of my rage. He nodded, understanding without words. “I'm glad you're alive, Cassidy, you're safe with us now.” “We need to get you somewhere safe,” Derek said, his voice brea

Emma.Emma placed a cup of tea between her palms and settled in the worn armchair located at one end of the living room. The steam curved upwards in delicate patterns, blended with the scent of chamomile, offering momentary relief from mounting tension. The storm had just arrived and Lily was slumbering, unaware of what was happening on their doorstep. Emma took a deep breath and prepared herself for the upcoming battle.Time was passing by her as she looked at the clock. A solid plan was necessary for Tara to deal with Selene, as she had a deadline coming up. Using her notepad, Emma wrote down ideas in bullet points, each one reflecting her commitment to safeguarding her daughter. She was taken aback by the sudden sound of the doorbell. Emma's heart raced. The notepad was wiped clean and put away before she went into the door. Tara stood at a distance with both fear and determination. Tara stepped inside before Emma could answer, "Ah, are you okay?". "It's not that way," Emma decl

Emma.The grandfather clock in the hallway struck midnight, its deep chimes echoing through the house. I sat cross-legged on the floor of Violet's nursery, surrounded by maps and documents, while my daughter slept peacefully in her crib. The soft glow of her night light cast dancing shadows on the walls, reminding me of simpler times."You should get some rest," Derek said from the doorway, his voice barely above a whisper. Dark circles under his eyes betrayed his own exhaustion, but I knew he wouldn't sleep until I did."In a minute," I replied, studying the surveillance photos Tara had compiled. "Something about these shipments to the mill doesn't add up."He crossed the room and sat beside me, his warmth a comfort in the cool night air. "Talk it through with me."I spread the photos out, pointing to timestamps and vehicle descriptions. "See these trucks? They're registered to different companies, but look at the drivers." I handed him Tara's enhanced images. "Same three people, rot