Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Moon's Dark Embrace: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

“What do you assume happened to the others?” I inquire, taking a cautious step over a fallen log and keeping one hand on Chart book as he does the same. We’ve been picking our way through the woodland for what feels like ages, and in spite of the fact that we’re making advance in the heading of the Foundation, it’s repetitive and slow-going given both of our wounds. In spite of my ad libbed to begin with help, head wound care isn’t fair approximately ceasing the dying, something I’m learning the difficult way as we battle the weariness and brain mist going with our different other rub, sprains, and bruises. I’m beginning to suspect I have a concussion, and Chart book might have one as well. I’ve listened of dull enchantment being utilized to recuperate genuine wounds some time recently, but as it were ever by evil presences. There’s no knowing whether either of us indeed has the capacity. Other than, it’s a disputable point—Atlas’ misplaced as well much blood to do more than the most

I wish I seem say that everything was clear presently, that things have all of a sudden fallen flawlessly into put presently that it’s official. I wish I might say that being bound to Map book as his mate makes it all less demanding, but it doesn’t. If anything, it as it were makes things more complicated… but indeed that pales in comparison to the euphoric love I feel for him in the repercussions of his confession.The pale light of the full moon rising from behind the clouds is what wakes me up from my light rest, and in spite of our environment, I can’t stand up to burrowing my confront assist into Atlas’ chest. By presently, the sky is twinkling with stars, and as much as I would like to remain twisted up in his arms until day break breaks, I know we require to move. In spite of everything that’s happened, there are questions that require answers, and indeed with him at my side, I can’t shake a new feeling of uneasiness as I press my lips briefly to his chest and sit up. The grass

It’s a long time some time recently Tobias reacts, the yelling wind the as it were thing to break the quiet. I’m almost to ask again when he says, “The White Mountains.”“In Unused Hampshire?” My eyes broaden; no ponder I passed out. We must have been flying for hours, as prove by the falling sunset, and I’ve misplaced blood. My slapdash enchanted mending work was never implied to final this long.“Yes.” I can’t see Tobias behind me, which is perhaps fair as well. If I had to see his misleading, lying confront, I might have lashed out and gotten myself killed.“Why?” I request. Tobias is silent.“You’re taking me to him, aren’t you?” I inquire. “Cassius, or anything the hell his title is. The fellow in charge of this alliance.”“Nyx, stop,” Tobias tells me. “It’s not worth it.”“Don’t you set out tell me what’s worth it and what’s not,” I murmur, stretching out my neck to get a see at him over my bear. He has his look unhappy, his brows wrinkled in what might be either blame or frustr

“Hey,” Tobias join, holding up a hand as his gray eyes meet mine for a minute. “Take it simple. That’s not—”“Shut the hell up, wolf shifter,” the protect barks, paying him no intellect. “Your work here is done.”“Nyx—” Tobias starts, lament once more playing on his face.I allow him a shriveling see. “You listened him,” I say in a moo voice. “Your work here is done.”I can feel Tobias’ eyes on me as the muscle-bound werebear pushes me generally forward, pushing me past the crowd of incensed werebears as we work our way through the underground town toward one of the side ways. This one is distant darker than the rest of the burrows, and it doesn’t take me long to realize why: It’s lined with cells, each of them cut off from the rest by banished press entryways. The watch pushes me into one at the conclusion of the section and pummels the entryway closed, taking off me alone in the dimly-lit chamber.There’s nothing in the way of furniture but for a plain bed in the corner, and that’s

“So…” I start, pressing together my lips and letting the word hang in the discuss between us.Mom moans. “Claire said I would discover you here. You never meander as well far.”“Why would I?” I inquire, a small severe, moving awkwardly on the cold ground. My ass is getting numb, and the chilly wind is making goosebumps grow up and down my arms, but indeed I have to concede the see is fabulous up here. The Graymoon Pack’s town isn’t missing for dazzling view, and the coastline underneath us is brilliant and blue, indeed in the dead of winter. My sister, Claire, was the one who to begin with appeared me this spot, and I’ve been coming here ever since—every time my packmates’ pokes and hazing get as well extreme, and each time my questions debilitate to get the way better of me.Every time like now.Today is the day I turn sixteen, and I’m in the correct same spot I was a year back. That was the day—a day of badgering from packmates like Diminish and Marie and maxims from my family—when