When a Moth Loved a Bee: High Fantasy Romance (Destini Chronicles Book 1) by Pepper Winters

Author:Pepper Winters [Winters, Pepper]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy Romance, Romantic Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, Epic Fantasy, Forbidden Romance, Fated Mates, Soulmate fantasy, fantasy, romance, general fantasy romance
Publisher: Pepper Winters
Published: 2023-02-02T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Nine

. Runa .

FOR A TERRIFYING HEARTBEAT, NO one moved.

Everything unfolded in slow motion.

Darro lay unmoving at my feet, blood trickling from his temple and arms splayed from Kivva’s strike to his skull. Natim bleated, and Syn hunched into herself as if she was the one in trouble.

I couldn’t make sense of what’d just happened.

One moment Darro had been beside me, his spirit so rich and powerful, so alive and potent within his shadows.

But now...now, he was gone.

Gone...!

I choked as every inch of me froze to frigid frost.

His strength was missing. His shadows snuffed out. His skin grey and eyes closed.

I blinked, falsely believing he would leap to his feet and prove he was too powerful to be hurt.

But he didn’t wake up.

He remained on the ground, his blood trickling black in the rising moonlight. A small pebble rested by his head, stained crimson from striking him.

I stumbled in numbed shock, looking up.

My eyes landed on a young hunter, Lida. I’d watched her training with Kivva and a few others over the past month. She was tiny compared to the other hunters, but she was deadly accurate with a leather hurler. I’d been awed how she could sling rocks at targets and take down birds from the sky with just a simple leather strap.

She caught my gaze, her chin tipped up even as tears rolled down her cheeks for what she’d done. Her delicate hands clenched around her dangling weapon.

Tral’s mouth dropped open as he looked at Darro’s sprawled form. The Nhil hunters shifted behind him, sucking in a worried breath. Kivva had the audacity to smirk, his arrogant face full of pride. “Told him I’d kill him.”

“Kivva,” Tral choked, his eyes still locked on Darro’s unconscious form. “What have you done?”

Aktor grabbed Kivva’s arm, his black eyes landing on the snarling wolf pack. “You need to go. Now—”

A rumbling growl sliced through the night, freezing everyone.

The night air crackled with stormy venom, lightning filled with hate and death-delivering thunder.

Natim struggled in my embrace as the hair on my nape prickled. Tumbling growls grew louder, deeper, angrier, vibrating with vehemence. Rage ignited through the pack—a wildfire of revenge and revulsion. It thickened and tangled until their fury was so thick, so black, I tasted it, saw it, felt it.

I flinched as Salak howled a vicious war cry.

Kivva tripped backward.

Tral yelled something in Firenese.

Aktor gripped his spear.

Salak pounced.

The giant predator soared through the sky, blotting out the stars, his mouth opened wide with carnage.

Kivva didn’t stand a chance.

The huge alpha landed on Kivva, bowling him to the ground. He vanished beneath dense fur and wiry muscle of the wolf as other Nhil hunters screamed and scattered. Yells and bellows clashed into one maddening noise as Salak raised his head, bared his teeth at the moon, then sank his sharp teeth into Kivva’s throat.

Kivva’s legs kicked, his fists batted at Salak’s muzzle. He sucked in a breath to scream—

But it was too late.

With a feral snarl and vicious shake, Salak tore out Kivva’s throat, breaking through his windpipe and crunching through his spine.

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