All Chapters of The Forsaken Luna’s Revenge : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Nyla’s POVLong shadows were created on the throne room's stone walls by the flickering candlelight. I tried to concentrate on the pack's whispers while I sat in the high-backed chair. However, my thoughts were elsewhere.Killian.With his arms folded, he stood at the far end of the room, gazing out the window at the darker sky. The battle had been the last time he had talked. He was still alive, but he had changed.I took a deep breath. "Killian."He didn't look around. "Nyla, what is it?" His voice seemed distant and hollow.I got up and moved in his direction. "You are not who you are."A sour laugh escaped his mouth. "Perhaps I've always been like this."I got a chill from what he said. "Avoid saying that."When he finally turned to me, I swear that his irises darkened for a second, like whirling shadows hiding beneath them."Do you hear it?" he inquired abruptly.I scowled. "Hear what?"As though listening to something far, he closed his eyes. Then he shook his head and let out a

Nyla’s POVAs I lay there with my wrists shackled in iron shackles, the chilly stone floor chilled my spine. The ancient markings on the walls seemed to come to life as lengthy shadows were cast across the room by a low, flickering torch on the wall. The fragrance of damp earth and something ancient, something strong, filled the room.I tugged on my chains, but they remained in place. "Where am I?" I whispered.There was a quiet laugh throughout the room.My brows narrowed as I turned abruptly and saw a figure emerge from the shadows. Tall, he wore flowing robes adorned with odd golden symbols. His eyes glowed with an odd brightness, and his face was piercing."The Queen of Wolves," he said quietly in a slick, sage voice. "You've finally returned home."I tightened my jaw. "Who are you?"He smiled. "I am Fenris' High Priest."My stomach turned over. The High Priest. The one who had previously attempted to rouse Fenris. The person who had almost ruined my rucksack."You ought to be dea

Nyla’s POVMy beloved Killian was suddenly a stranger, yet I was still standing in front of him. I had to think he was still himself. He had a strong Fenris inside of him, but I wouldn't let him go. I was unable to.I stepped forward and trembled as I said, "Killian…." "I am aware that you are still within. You can hear me, I'm sure. Killian, you must fight. You must battle him.His eyes were swirling with blackness, a vast, unending emptiness that appeared to swallow everything. It wasn't him, but he was staring at me. Fenris was the one. His spirit had been overtaken by the beast."You believe you can keep me alive? Fenris's harsh, ruthless voice escaped his lips. It sounded nothing like Killian. "Nyla, it's too late. He is no longer there. All that's left is me."No! With my heart beating in my chest, I shook my head and took a step toward him. "I'm positive you're still here. Killian, you've always been a fighter. This is nothing compared to your strength! "I saw the slightest gl

Nyla’s POVTension permeated the air. Under the blood-red sky, werewolves, renegades, and ancient warriors clashed, causing the battlefield to erupt in roars and shouts. With my heart thumping in my chest, I stood at the forefront of the battle. I looked at the confusion. Silver Dawn, my pack, was engaged in ferocious combat. The adversary, however, was as well.Fenris. The creature that had possessed Killian. He now desired to demolish everything.The force that came from my ancestry was boiling up inside of me. The Queen of Crimson. I had inherited it from the ancient rulers, my predecessors, and now I had to put it to use.The words "Stay close, Nyla!" rang in my head from Killian. I could still hear a hint of him in the midst of the confusion, but the familiar voice felt like a memory.My thoughts were interrupted by a rogue's growl, and I swung my sword, knocking him back. I had changed from the indecisive girl I had been. As the queen of Silver Dawn, I would defend my people unt

Nyla’s POVThere was no breeze. Too silent.There were shattered weapons, dead soldiers, and the stench of smoke all around me as I stood in the center of the battlefield. I had trembling hands. I managed to keep upright even though my knees nearly buckled.Fenris had vanished.Or was he?I gently turned and looked around the ground. His dark shape was nowhere to be seen. No eyes that glow. No voice from the darkness mocking me.However, something felt off.The sky remained gray. The ground remained fractured. The trees stooped as though they were under pressure.Whispering, "The curse is still here," I put a palm to my chest.I heard someone calling behind me. "Nyla! Come on over here!"Jorah was the one. He was pulling something behind him, but his arm was bleeding. When I saw what it was, my heart stopped.Killian.He had injuries all over his body and was limp. He appeared too pallid."No… no, no," I shouted as I fell beside him."He's alive," Jorah said quietly hastily as she kne