The Return of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 3

Clad in a pair of fashionable figure-hugging blue jeans and a loose baggy top with blue sneakers to match, I stepped out with Andrea to a nearby shopping mall. I had earlier informed my dad about our plans, and he had no objections, so together we strolled down the road.

Andrea was wearing a grey flared dress and it pretty much suits her look and temperament. She has a petite figure and charming demeanour, while I am quite taller. I had my jet-black waist-length hair pulled into a ponytail while she let her brown hair fall loosely on her shoulders.

Well, I’m a bit taller than the average woman’s height.

Since the mall was just down the road from where I lived, we soon got there in no time and entered. We had nothing much to buy. Just something we would wear for the picnic.

There was a particular brown-coloured body-hugging dress I saw on the rack which caught my attention; just the same gown that had caught my attention in my past life. But then, Andrea had told me to pick something else.

Just as I reached for it and took it out, Andrea came behind me and took the clothing from me.

"Nah Emma, I think a short-flared dress would look much better on you. You have such long, gorgeous legs," she suggested and without even waiting for me to protest, she returned the dress I had picked up before dragging me to another section of the mall.

"Seriously, Andrea?” I huffed.

This was exactly what she had done in my past life and I could not help but breathe out a sigh. I was going to play along anyways so I just stood by the side quietly and watched her peruse the racks on my behalf

But then I began to wonder why she thinks short flared gowns look better on me. First, I don’t even wear flared gowns. And with my tall, curvaceous physique, I typically found myself feeling more good-looking, pretty, and confident in body-fitting, straight-cut dresses, regardless of their length. Andrea is petite and looks cute and therefore looks good in dresses like that.

But then, something suddenly crossed my mind that got me surprised.

‘She actually meant to say Anderson has a preference for girls in flared gowns, right?’

My gaze involuntarily shifted toward the dress she was currently wearing. She was always dressed this way.

In my past life, I never really had reasons to wonder or question why she did something but not now that I know better.

There’s no way flared dresses would look better on me than body hugs. Not with my body type. So it’s either Anderson fancies that type of dressing or there is more to the significance of flared dress to whatever hypnotic techniques she intended to employ to make me start to like Anderson.

Na, my best friend is a witch!

“Hey. I’ve got to get somewhere. I’ll be right back,” she suddenly said after picking a gown she claimed suited me. I watched her walk off and I just stood there staring at the gown she picked. Exactly the gown she made me wear to the picnic in my past life.

Not knowing if there was anything she had done to the dress while searching out the track, I went on and exchanged it for a dress that closely resembled it.

“I just up that does not affect anybody though, should in case,” I muttered and sighed.

While waiting for Andrea to return, I thought of going to the book section to look for any book about hypnotism before she returned empty-handed claiming not to see what she went to look for, just like she did in my past life. So I quickly seized any book with the word ‘hypnotism’ displayed on its cover and proceeded to the checkout counter, so she wouldn’t get to see the book.

But as I completed my payment and had our purchases parked, I was surprised to see Andrea in a queue at the other checkout point holding candles and a pendulum. She did not see me and I just stood there watching her.

In my past life, Andrea had returned empty-handed and I had not known what to look for. Just then she had actually got these, kept them somewhere before returning.

‘What does she need candles and a pendulum for?’

Definitely something hideous as it is so obvious she planned not to let me see them. Probably something that had to do with hypnotism. The thought sent a chill down my spine and fueled the fire of revenge within me.

I stared at the nylon bag in my hand which had the book underneath. If I wanted to unravel every secret, then I would have to delve deeper into the realms of hypnotism myself. Only then could I decipher whatever plan or methods she would want to use.

I would need to get more books about hypnotism. I need not let that evil b***h get me unaware this time around. With a sigh, I puffed up my cheeks in annoyance.

When I get back home, I’ll check out the meaning and significance of candles and pendulums in hypnotism.

The sun had begun to set with its glow highlighting the horizon. Andrea and I had just arrived at the venue of the picnic and well, even the air carried a sense of excitement, infused with the vibrant energy of happy werewolves. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees around us, creating a pleasant coolness that danced upon my skin. Laughter echoed in the distance, mingling with the soft melodies that resonated from a nearby speaker. The scent of freshly grilled meat wafted through the air, tantalising my senses. Oh, that was really appetizing.

Well, it seemed to be a good night out for the young werewolves in Moonlight Pack.

"Woah- the scent of an Alpha base," Andrea beamed, raising her head to the sky, sniffing the air. "Can’t you feel that, Emma?”

"You have to have fun Emma. You might find your mate tonight,” she said then winked at me. I chuckled.

‘Well, as it should be,’ I scoffed inwardly.