All Chapters of The Last Moon of Eldervale: Chapter 61
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Chapter 59 : The Last Stand
Alden’s POVRowan’s voice cracked like a whip through the dark.“Run, Alden! Now!”I spun at the command. The bushes around us had come alive with yellow eyes everywhere, low growls rolling from every shadow. The wolves poured out six, maybe seven lean and scarred, moving with that unnatural speed that made my stomach drop. Moonlight caught their teeth and turned them silver.Rowan threw one of the newly forged silver swords at the closest wolf. The blade spun end over end, a bright arc in the night. The wolf twisted at the last second dodged and the sword buried itself in a tree trunk with a solid thunk.“Fuck,” Rowan spat.He turned and ran, dragging his injured leg behind him. Blood soaked his pant leg, leaving dark smears on the pine needles. I ran too fast as I could with my heart slamming against my ribs. The wolves chased.Rowan stopped suddenly,spun on his good leg and brought the silver knife down in a vicious arc. The blade caught the lead wolf across the throat. Blood spra
Chapter 60 : The Hill of Despair
Alden’s POVI continued running even as the forest blurred around me and the trees whipping past, branches clawing at my face and roots trying to trip me with every desperate stride. My lungs burned. My bitten forearm screamed with every pump of blood, the red lines of infection pulsing like fire under my skin. The silver axe bounced painfully against my back, and the new silver sword Rowan had forced into my hands felt heavier than iron. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with sweat and dirt, but I didn’t wipe them away. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t even look back.Behind me, Rowan stayed.I heard the sounds of battle even as the distance grew,the clash of steel on claw and the wet snarls of the wolves, Rowan’s voice rising in a furious roar that cut through the night like a blade. He was buying me time. Every second he fought was another second I could put between myself and the pack.I ran harder.The ground rose beneath my feet. The path turned into a steep hill that climbed towa
Chapter 61 : Empty Throne
Alden’s POVDarkness gave way to the pain.I woke on my side, cheek pressed against cold dirt and pine needles. My body felt like one giant bruise with my ribs aching, back scraped raw from the fall, bitten arm throbbing with fresh fire. Blood had dried on my face and hands in stiff crusts. The silver sword lay just inches from my outstretched fingers, its blade half-buried in the loose soil.For a long moment I simply breathed. In and out. Each inhale hurt and each exhale carried the taste of blood and dirt.Rowan.The memory slammed into me,his voice cracking as he told me to run, the arrows punching through his body, the blood on his lips when he shoved the silver sword into my hands and ordered me to save us all.I couldn’t leave him behind.Not like I had left Mara,Not like I had left my Family. Not like I had left everyone else.I reached for the sword. My fingers closed around the hilt. The metal was cold, but it steadied me. I used it to push myself up, knees shaking, world ti
Chapter 62 : The King’s Revelation
Alden’s POVThe throne room felt like a tomb with Vast, cold stone walls which rose high above me, banners hanging limp and faded from the rafters like funeral shrouds. Braziers burned low along the sides, casting flickering orange light that barely reached the center of the long carpet. My footsteps echoed too loudly as I walked forward, silver sword trembling in my grip. The wolves that had flanked the stairs stayed behind, silent watchers in the shadows. Their yellow eyes followed every step, but they did not attack.At the far end, seated upon the raised dais, was the King.He sat perfectly still on the ancient throne of Highridge carved from dark oak and inlaid with gold that had lost its shine long ago. His robes were rich but stained, the crown on his head slightly askew. His eyes once human, now gleaming with an unnatural yellow tint fixed on me the moment I entered.He smiled.“So this is the young lad from the village of Greywood,” the King said, his voice smooth and culture
Chapter 63 : Father and Son
Alden’s POV Consciousness returned slowly, dragged kicking and screaming through layers of pain and darkness.The first thing I felt was cold iron around my wrists. Heavy chains and my arms were pulled tight above my head, forcing me to stand on the tips of my toes. My shoulders burned. My bitten forearm throbbed with fresh agony. Blood had dried on my face and neck in stiff crusts.I blinked, trying to clear my vision.Stone walls. Flickering torchlight. The damp, sour smell of a dungeon,mold, old blood and fear.I was being dragged by two wolves,hulking, half-shifted which held my arms, their claws digging into my flesh as they pulled me down a narrow stone corridor. My boots scraped uselessly against the floor. I tried to fight, but my body was too weak, too battered from the fall and the earlier beatings.Then I saw him.Rowan.He was chained to the far wall of the dungeon chamber with his wrists and ankles locked in heavy iron manacles, body slumped forward as far as the chains
Chaoter 64 : The Price of Humanity
Alden’s POV“Fuck how many times am I gonna get knocked out” I cussed angrily as my head throbbed where the Wolf King’s fist had connected. Blood had dried on the side of my face in a stiff crust. Iron chains still bit into my wrists, holding me upright against the cold dungeon wall. My bitten arm burned with fresh fire, the infection spreading like poison through my veins.I forced my eyes open.Rowan.He lay on the stone floor a few paces away, chained at the wrists and ankles, body curled in on itself. Blood pooled beneath him in a dark, glistening lake. Fresh lash marks crisscrossed his chest, shoulders, and back deep, ragged wounds from the silver-barbed whip. He was shivering violently, teeth chattering, skin pale and slick with sweat and blood. His breathing was shallow and wet, every inhale a labored rasp.I lunged forward without thinking, chains rattling loudly.“Rowan!”The wolves holding me didn’t stop me this time. I dropped to my knees beside him, hands trembling as I re
Chapter 65: The Whip
Alden’s POVThe King’s whip cracked through the air like thunder.The silver-barbed tip sliced across Rowan’s chest with a wet, tearing sound that echoed off the dungeon walls. Fresh blood sprayed in a fine arc, splattering the stone floor and my boots. Rowan’s body jerked violently against the chains, a strangled grunt tearing from his throat. The barbs had caught deep this time around ripping open old lash marks and carving new ones that immediately welled bright red.I screamed.“Stop! Please, stop!”The Wolf King’s clawed hand tightened around my throat, cutting off my air just enough to remind me I was helpless. His other hand pressed the edge of the silver sword harder against my side, the blade biting through my tunic and drawing a thin line of my own blood. I struggled anyway, thrashing against his iron grip, but it was like fighting a mountain.The King didn’t even glance at me.He raised the whip again, slow and deliberate, letting the blood drip from the barbs onto the floo
Chapter 66 : The Breaking
Alden’s POVThe whip cracked again.This time the King aimed lower, the silver barbs slicing across Rowan’s already shredded thighs. The sound was wet and obscene making Rowan’s body convulsed violently against the chains, a raw, guttural scream tearing from his throat before he could bite it back. Blood sprayed in a fine mist, splattering the stone floor and the hem of the King’s robes.I was screaming too, voice hoarse and broken.“Stop! You’re killing him! Please just stop!”The King ignored me completely. He raised the whip again, breathing steady, eyes bright with cruel delight. Sweat glistened on his forehead, but his hand was perfectly controlled.“You still fight me,” the King said softly, almost conversationally. “Even now. Even when your body is nothing but meat and pain. How tiresome.”The whip came down again harder.The barbs caught Rowan across the chest, reopening the worst of the earlier gashes. Fresh blood welled up instantly, mixing with the old in thick, dark rivule
Chapter 67 : Last Chance
Alden’s POVThe King didn’t stop.He raised the whip again, the silver barbs still dripping with Rowan’s blood, and brought it down across Rowan’s chest with savage force. The crack echoed through the dungeon like thunder. Fresh gashes opened instantly, blood spraying in a wide arc that splattered the stone floor and my own chained hands. Rowan’s body jerked violently against the iron manacles, a raw, guttural scream tearing from his throat before he could swallow it.I was screaming too, voice hoarse and broken.“Stop! You’re killing him! Please I’ll do anything!”The King ignored me. His face was flushed with exertion, sweat glistening on his brow, but his eyes glowed with pure, cold pleasure. He raised the whip again, slow and deliberate, letting the blood drip from the barbs onto the floor with soft, obscene plops.He turned the whip on me next.The first lash caught me across the shoulder. The barbs tore through my tunic and into skin, ripping a long, jagged line that immediately
Chapter 68 : Turning Point
Alden’s POVThe Wolf King stepped closer but I only kept staring into space, eyes cold and empty, no longer seeing anything. Rowan’s body hung limp in the chains, the silver sword still protruding grotesquely from his mouth, blood dripping steadily onto the stone floor. The world had gone silent inside my head. No more screams. No more tears. Just a vast, numb void where everything used to be.The Wolf King’s clawed hands grabbed the front of my torn tunic. With one brutal yank, he tore the fabric away, ripping it from my body in shreds. Cold dungeon air hit my bare skin. I didn’t flinch or react. I just kept staring straight ahead, past him, past Rowan, into nothing.He leaned in.His jaws opened wide.Sharp teeth sank into the side of my neck.Pain exploded white-hot, searing, like molten iron poured into my veins. I screamed. The sound tore out of me, raw and animal, echoing off the dungeon walls. My body convulsed against the chains as the Wolf King bit deeper, tearing flesh, inje