All Chapters of The Forsaken Luna’s Revenge : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nyla’s POVThe warriors struck as soon as Killian's words could be heard.I whirled, avoiding a sword that was pointed at me. Too sluggish. My knife sliced through my assailant's arm as it flashed. Dropping his sword, he let out a yell.Killian and I had a burning mate bond, but I pushed that emotion away. He is my adversary.I turned and met his eyes.Unlike the others, Killian did not charge at me. He observed. Awaiting. Making calculations.A fighter sprang forward from behind. I caught his wrist as I spun, pressing my knee into his ribs. He groaned as he fell.Then—a change in the atmosphere.Killian shifted.His fist struck my blade, causing it to fall out of my hand before I could even respond.My heart was racing. He moves quickly. More powerful than previously.He scarcely tripped as I kicked out his legs and dived under his next blow.He ducked another blow and said quietly, "You've improved."I didn't respond. I was unable to pay for it.He grabbed my wrist and twisted me ar

Nyla’s POVThe silence was broken by the first scream.My heart was racing when I jolted awake. The air was heavy with the smell of fire and blood. My thoughts were momentarily obscured by bewilderment. Then I was hit by reality.Launch an assault.I snatched up my dagger and ran toward the roar of war. Tents were burning, warriors were fighting, and dead were all over the ground in the renegade camp."Go! Protect the camp! My voice broke over the cacophony as I yelled.Blood gushed from the side of a rogue as he stumbled by me. He was already staring blankly when I grabbed his arm.There were Damon's troops everywhere. With their snarls resonating in the darkness, wolves in dark armor ripped through our fortifications like a hurricane.Near the middle of the camp, I discovered Caleb defending himself against three adversaries at once. "Caleb!"He continued battling without looking at me. I turned as another assailant attacked, but I was too late to question him.My throat was flashed

Nyla’s POVI could hardly feel the shackles burning like fire around my wrists. Something was changing—developing—inside of me.Trying to regain my breath, I sat in the dark with my back against the chilly stone wall. My thoughts felt heavy and my body hurt, but something strange surged deep in my chest.I ignored the piercing sensation of silver against my skin and balled my hands into fists.What was this sensation?There was a sharp clank in the dungeon. Steps. Slow, methodical.Damon.Just as he emerged from outside my cage, his amused golden eyes glinting, I raised my head. He smirked smugly as he leaned against the iron bars."You feel it, don’t you?" His tone was taunting and slick. "The power inside you… waking up."I scowled at him. "I feel nothing."Damon shook his head and laughed. "You can lie to yourself, Nyla, but you can’t lie to me." Grasping the bars, he took a step closer. "Isn't it boiling under your skin? That anger. That fire.Then I bit my lip and turned away.Si

Nyla’s POVThe scent of aged wood and dust filled the chilly, deserted cabin. Outside, the wind howled, rattling the windows like some invisible entity attempting to enter.I put my arms around myself to control the rage that was consuming me. My mind kept racing even though my body hurt from the conflict.Sitting opposite me, Killian's face was unreadable. His jaw was covered in blood, and his shirt was ripped. Since we arrived, he had not spoken.I balled my fists up. I was at my breaking point.I said, "Tell me the truth, Killian," in a stern tone. "No more falsehoods. No more secrets. Why didn't you tell me about my past?He stiffened his shoulders, but he avoided eye contact with me.When he eventually said, "You wouldn’t have understood,"I laughed resentfully. "Try me."Killian let out a slow breath. He looked at the flickering candle between us while running a hand over his hair. "It wasn’t my secret to tell, Nyla.""That’s not good enough!" The flame jumped when I slammed my

Nyla’s POVThe night burnt with fire and blood.Hidden in the shadows on the rocky mountainside, I saw the war break out below. Their snarls reverberated through the darkness as wolves clashed. With their claws and teeth, warriors clashed, their fur crimson.Damon's army seemed limitless, but Silver Dawn men held the line against his renegades. Like a black torrent consuming everything in its path, more and more came flooding in.I balled my fists up.I ought to have experienced fear, rage, or loyalty. However, I only experienced nothingness.Down there, Killian was defending his flock. The same pack that had deceived me, concealed my might and rendered me feeble.There was also Damon down there. The creature who kidnapped me tormented me and attempted to shatter me.I ought to have taken a side. But I stood paralyzed, my heart warring with itself.Near the battlefield's edge, a Silver Dawn fighter collapsed, his breathing laboured. Jaws snapping, another rogue jumped on top of him—I