Of the Dark Moon by Melissa Kieran EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Melissa Kieran
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RAANA
Raana awoke in a cocoon of darkness, heavy and suffocating, laid thick
over her body like tar. In the confined space, her hands went to her
throat, finding her skin clammy yet freezing beneath her fingertips.
She’d been dreaming again. Of the dying queen, the king kneeling at
her side. Of pushing her own magic too far as she tried to heal her.
Raana hacked, trying to gasp down air, but the shadows pressed in
further, lapping at her skin, as cold as ice, colder. Not trying to hurt her, but
not understanding—
Her voice was a rasp as she commanded in the common tongue, “Let
me out.”
Raana’s skin prickled and pulled in response to the shifting black. Soft
streams of moonlight greeted her from the outside world, but barely.
They will kill you if you don’t keep them under control.
She winced at Helene’s voice flooding her head. The words not said out
of concern but as a demand. Leash this power no one understood, least of
all herself, or be damned to die by it. Be damned to curse them all.
Heart thundering, lungs constricting, Raana lifted a hand to the
unrelenting dark and braced the other below, tangled in her sheets. An
anchor, a reminder in case things got…complicated. She commanded again,
“Go.”
Like old paint, the shadows peeled away, a patchwork of light fully
gracing her skin. The tendrils slithered along the edge of her threadbare
mattress, over the hardwood floors. They bled and blended into the corners
of the room, where they’d wait, she knew, like little beasts for her next
order. The shadows as extensions of herself wasn’t anything new. But them
being so responsive, as volatile as her emotions, even while she slept, was
entirely new.
Tears stung Raana’s eyes as she panted, the night air bloating her chest.
Sweat coated her blankets and every inch of her body as she tallied the
cracks in the ceiling, timing each count with her heartbeats, focusing on the
strength of each pulse. Alive…beat…awake…beat…real.
She was no longer in those tunnels.
The rusted lantern on her bedside table had been snuffed out, leaving
only the faint glow of cinders to accompany the aura spilling through her
bedroom window. As she lifted her head to sweep over the tiny space, she
realized the few sparse pieces of furniture within it had moved, as if a wild
gust of wind had swept in and blown them over.
Her grip constricted on her sheets as she forced herself to rise, slowly
pulling her bare legs up until her knees touched her chest. She pictured it,
the shadows rushing towards the bed in a wave of ebony from every crevice
of the room, devouring her, protecting her. A threat was a threat, even if it
was her own mind. Even if it was these nightmares…or rather, memories.
That night, within hidden, underground tunnels of wolf territory, she’d
saved the life of Isla of Deimos.
She’d been dying—the luna, the queen—teetering just on the edge of
oblivion while the king, the alpha, her mate watched on, unable to do
anything to help her.
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