Semua Bab THE LUNA REBIRTH: REVENGE UNDER THE MOON: Bab 11 - Bab 20

With its winding hallways and tall, secret-filled walls, the Silver Moon packhouse had always seemed like a maze to Iris. There was a feeling of dread in the air tonight. After her escape the previous evening, the brightness of her mark had faded, but the uneasiness that still pervaded her chest had not. She's only a diversion, Damon's words still ringing in her head.Iris found herself prowling the hallways once again, determined to uncover anything to foil Damon's plans. With its dusty volumes of lost history and its secret nooks, the library seemed the most sensible place to look. The door creaked slightly behind her as she stepped inside.The room was filled with lengthy shadows as the moon shone through the lofty windows. With her mind racing, Iris ran her fingertips down the book spines. Where would she get the answers she needed? On the far wall, she saw an ancient tapestry with fading colors and tattered edges. There was something... strange about it.Her palm brushed the thic

Silver and shadow were thrown on the fortress's stone walls by the moon's spectral brilliance. Leaning on the balcony railing, Aiden stared down at the courtyard. He relived the snippets of a furious exchange between Damon and Iris, their words piercing and tense. Even though he had happened upon them by chance, the weight of their conversation hung over him like a dark, ominous storm cloud.Aiden was now certain that Iris was not who she claimed to be. Damon, a guy shrouded in mysteries, was similarly mysterious. Aiden could no longer ignore the unstable equation they created together.His slumber was interrupted by the sound of footfall. When Aiden turned abruptly, he saw Iris moving quickly down the hallway with her head down as if she was deep in concentration. She moved with intention and purpose. He paused for a while, caught between interest and caution. Then he sighed resolutely and followed.The warm light of a solitary candle created shimmering shadows on the walls of Iris's

Quiet anxiety permeated the packhouse, a symphony of cautious looks and murmured words. As Iris went out the back door, Aiden stood close to the edge of the common area, staring at her. His stomach twisted uneasily as his misgivings about her tore at him. She was concealing something significant from him. And he found it increasingly difficult to trust her the more she ducked.His instincts, however, still begged him to keep her safe.Outside, the trees were softly glowing in the moonlight, although there were still shadows at the margins. As if pulled by an unseen thread, Iris walked quickly and deliberately. Careful not to draw attention to himself, Aiden trailed after her. He could no longer disregard her as a mystery.Iris arrived at a remote clearing far into the forest, where a pack of wolves stood, their stances stiff and suspicious. These were not the wolves who belonged to the pack hierarchy or Damon. These were the rebels who spoke of freedom and overthrow. Although she had

The Price of TruthThe packhouse was oppressively tense. Like a predator in a cage, Damon stalked the room, his piercing eyes fixed on Iris. The burden of his charges pressed down on her as she stood in the middle. Members of the pack hovered in the shadows around them, their interest and uneasiness evident. Though his posture was rigid and his customary confidence had been replaced by uncertainty, Aiden was by her side.At last, Damon halted, his voice a sharp growl. He growled, "Do you think I'm a fool, Iris?" Sneaking away in the middle of the night to see Lucian? Behind our backs, what falsehoods are you telling us?Even though Iris's heart was racing, she didn't back down. Despite the fury burning in Damon's eyes, she stated in a firm voice, "I'm not weaving lies." Lucian offered a truce, so I went to see him. Instead of starting a war, I was attempting to prevent one.Damon snorted, letting out a sour chuckle. "A truce? Do you believe that I am unaware of Lucian's identity? You

Trust on the EdgeHours before, the insurgents' camp was a gloomy ghost of its former glory. The air was thick with smoke from homemade fires, blending with the metallic smell of blood. Wolves' eyes were empty with the weight of loss, and they moaned in agony as they tended to their wounds. With their faces drawn and exhausted, Iris, Aiden, and Lucian stood next to the remains of a fallen tent."This isn't sustainable," Lucian remarked in an irritated tone. "We have half of our fighters dead and the other half just barely surviving." If Damon's wolves return, we will be crushed.The brand was hotter than ever when Iris raised a quivering hand to her wrist. She felt a restless, quite lifelike pulse of energy within herself. She turned to see a young insurgent lying splayed against a tree, his respiration labored and weak. Then she walked near him without thinking."What are you doing?" Aiden moved closer and asked."Aiding," Iris answered quietly. She knelt to the wounded wolf and cov