All Chapters of His Fanged Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Emma.The garden was alive with sounds of people cheering and clapping, clearly entertained by the performers who danced like they were being paid to do so. Men who performed to impress me. But they were all performers. To me, that’s all they would ever be. Just performers. None piqued my interest, none meant anything. I wasn’t here to find a mate.I sat on the wooden platform, staring at the spectacle before me. I could see how the girls giggled and probably thought that I was lucky to have these men plead for my hand. All eight of them stood in a large arc, each carrying a gift.This was custom. A tradition of the Crescent Pack and I didn't have to be told that. The dance, the mannerism, it was all so ancient that even if the pack had long developed and modernized, they still held onto their beliefs. Finally, the men stepped forward, each offering something different. The first handed out a polished silver necklace, a carved wooden box filled with coins. I couldn't help but wonder

Emma.It was cold. I didn't know winter could be so cold up the mountains. Frankly, I had never imagined what life had been up the mountains. The tower was cold. But the hearth was filled with burning wood each night and I didn't have to feel the sting of the cold. However, out here at night, with nothing protecting me from the cold but the flimsy cotton fabric, I was shivering with each step. I looked back and the fence was far off. The gate now locked. I said a quiet prayer that Cassidy would be fine. That she wouldn't get into trouble. “I just have to get to the car," I muttered to myself as I heaved heavily and strutted down the forest. Finally, I saw it. A saloon car parked beneath a tangle of branches, its dark shape barely visible in the night. Relief washed over me and I took a shaky breath, moving toward it. With trembling hands and numb fingers, I reached into my pocket for the key Cassidy had pressed into my hand. Just as I touched the key, I heard it. A rustle in the

Emma.I jerked awake. I could still see Cassidy’s face haunting me from the nightmare. I was still drenched in sweat from tossing and turning on the bed all night. In my dream, she’d been dragged through the pack, eyes wide with terror, awaiting some unknown punishment. The image was so vivid, so real, it left me breathless. A loud banging rattled the front door, and I froze. “Benny?" I called out in dizzy confusion. Throwing the blanket off, I dashed down the hall in panic, only to find Benny already in the living room, looking completely at ease. “What’s going on?” I asked, barely catching my breath.Benny turned to me, giving a small smile. “Oh, hey, Emma. Relax, it’s just the delivery guy.” She nodded toward the young man standing by the door, holding a stack of boxes. “Supplies for Mum’s pastries came in earlier than I expected I guess. Calm down, you’re so jumpy.” She laughed, but the anxiety in my chest didn’t completely ease.I sank onto the couch, trying to slow my br

Emma.The icy water swallowed me whole, blocking my view, darkening my eyes as the dark current pulled me under. My breath was pulled from my lungs, bubbles bursting from my lips as I fought the overwhelming cold. Every nerve in my body screamed, the frigid chill sinking deep into my bones. My arms flailed against the current, but the waves dragged me, tugging and pulling and spinning me wall ways until I lost all sense of direction.Somewhere above, I could hear muffled voices shout, distorted by the water pressing in around me. I could barely hear them over the roar in my ears. My lungs burned, and I kicked upward with everything I had, desperate for air. I broke the surface, gasping, sucking in the freezing night air as waves slapped against me. "Stay up, Emma, keep moving," I whispered, my voice lost in the thrashing waves. But it was hard and my body was growing numb. My vision blurred and all my strength was gone. My head spun, the world tilting as darkness crept in at the

Emma.The wooden floor creaked under me as I followed Regina down the narrow path toward the docks. The salty sea air was colder than I’d anticipated. I hadn't picked a thing from Benny's house and even if I did, it was lost in the car or in the sea where I'd just managed to survive. Regina walked ahead of me quietly. She was a very beautiful woman and even from behind, I couldn't help but admire her. “This way,” she called over her shoulder with a kind voice. I stayed close and followed her quickly. The little settlement by the sea was very quiet. It was unlike the town. I could see a few huts here and there and some women washing linens just by the sea side. We stopped outside a small hut. The door was old and weathered, completely bleached, no doubt from years of exposure to salt and the sun. “You’ll stay here for the night,” Regina said, pushing the door open. The room inside was sparsely furnished, a single bed, a rickety chair, and a small table with a candle. “It’s no