His Accidental Luna

WHO IS AT FAULT?

CHAPTER 60: WHO IS AT FAULT

“Are you f*****g out of your mind?!” Arni’s anger was beyond recognition.

Frustration mirrored on those orbs, which had become a stranger to him, Valerian was. The extent of how worst had he become he least expected to. Thus far, never had he seen him exploding in a frenzy state, of delirium cause by whatever he had saw or to what he fear that Valerian urged their people to attack Salem. The Kingdom crumbles underneath their weapon. Nobody saw it coming. The canons are sent flying until it hit the roof. The gates, which stood high, and firm, came into ruins. Debris fell in a rapid burst of fire—silvers, leaving the wolves who had tried to block their path wounded, severely injured, if not dead.

More fire was starting up.

“This should be done.” Valerian through gritted teeth uttered.

The attacks were pinging off into shards of metal-like raindrops hitting tin roof as they fell harder from the sky. There are hundreds of them, women, men and warriors who join in hand, the rebels of the fallen humanity before. Blood fed the ground. There are screams, which do not belongs on their side. The plan may have come in haste—rushed through Valerian’s order, in spite of the questions they continuously asked.

“Why?” The same thing that keeps Arni to keep enclosed to the latter, but he had gotten none.

He can still recall what he said.

“Because we needed to stop something that would fully eradicate our species.” That is what he exactly says.

However, it wasn’t enough to ease Arni’s thoughts and doubts.

“You saw something, didn’t you?” He continues pestering the latter.

Valerian whipped his head across to him.

“Why can’t you just trust me?” He said rather harshly.

“Because I know that you wont be reckless, if it isn’t a must, and our attack, it wasn’t polish.” Arni bites back. “So I was left to assumed that the elvians or Cairo might have let you see something or—“ His face harden. “—or you pry on her future…”

“Don’t speak nonsense, Arni.” However, his actions told the latter otherwise.

“How dare you interfere to her fate, Val?!” With one swift move, Arni was already hauling, lifting using his strong arms Valerian was on his armor. His bared teeth matched his angst fury. Both of them are tense, breathing heavily as they stared at each other.

“You are not supposed to do that!” Arni growled.

He did not pay heed to the reoccurring turmoil outside. Vent out anger, and burning eyes stared rather intensely to his superior. He may have been the head of the rebels, of the survivors, but he won’t let slipped what Valerian had just done. He disobey their code to ensured that Leandra is safe just like how they ought to serve the kingdom with their wisdom and courage at all times. 

“If I didn’t, I won’t be able to prevent the future adherent to her, Arni!” He leant his face to show him how serious the matter was. “I am just doing my job, and not even on the slightest I would let those monsters to be her mate!”

“W—what di you just say?” Appalled, his hold loosen. “What the f**k did you just say?”

Valerian took that opportunity to escape his grasp.

He rubs his hurt neck, and glared at the latter.

“That’s right, Arni.” Their eyes meet. “Our heiress is fated to one of that beast we mold her to killed, and do you know what I see? She…she had accepted him, and they are leading a happy life, while now us? We are suffering!” Valerian screamed harmonious with those wolves who are howling in agony.

Arni couldn’t speak. Lost for words as slowly back down. His anger reciprocating and lying dormant into a pool of thoughts, which had abruptly devoured it. Unfathomable deepness, to what Valerian said does he remember the will to fight they have because Leandra was born.

And now, it seems like fate has been more mischievous than it has before. It was playing a game between them and the wolves.

Galland and Sean arrived at the scene, and it was horrifying. They are on their casual run, when the attack happens. The patrols reported that the rebels had infiltrated through the capital. Nobody had any idea, lost to how did it happen, but seeing through the smell, which masked their scent, the two knew that the elves, especially the elvians of the north would need to have face King Midas, their Alpha. This was because of the strong smell of herbs, which could only be found on their hills, growth by those who meant no alliance or truce. The two of them are still in their wolf form.

“I’ll inform the women to evacuate.’ Using their mind link, Sean face Galland. He is massive wolf in a hazy brown color, which had reminded many of the sunset. It falls between being vermillion, and oftentimes was mistakenly seen as orange. His claws are sharp. His canines were much longer. Nobody would have think about that a barely 6 feet tall human posture of him is capable to carry such a large beast.

“I’ll hold them back alongside with the others.’ Galland nodded his head.

Unlike Sean, his fur falls between being yellowish in color into a light orange. Same with his beta, he is large, his bulk which is molded to fight. 

The pair understood their duties.

As Beta Sean turned his back to run and take the route to where the Kingdom eas, Galland released a ferocious growled. It was terrifying and loud. Some of the humans who were loading their weapons halted. They gulp. Fear-stricken face, but the anxious repelled away by a shout coming from one of them.

“Are you going to let them devoured us again?!” It was a man, and his cries urged their boldness to be affront, leaving nothing, and no horrified expression laced on their face.

Unbeknownst to them, they had just angered the King who was caressing Leandra’s unconscious being. The clamors he had dejected as his eyes trained to her parted lips. The cruel game of fate had not given him a chance before, and even today. The woman on the cell remain covering her ears on an unresolved delirium she was even beyond getting save. Footfalls, thuds falling in sync to the explosions, which come fast, close, and near resonant. Fearful gaze and the thumping of his chest, Kiro turned from left to right in an attempt to seek for the child he was looking for. To think and wished that all from where he had woken up from was just another bad dream, but it wasn’t. Thus far, not all are easily granted. Therefore, he found himself running, following the trail she left and the scent, which is slowly fading from where she had gone from.

“Where are you?” He was agitated, fearing the punishment that would be bestow to him, foremost he may be in denial , but he actually cares for that human child who made his monstrous heart soften.

But onwards as her scent lead her to where the dungeon was, Kiro’s face paled. 

He didn’t think twice, but he runs as if his life depended on it. Yet the scene, which has been unconcealed in front of his eyes was devastating. It was truly sorrowful. It was as if there is a solemn storm engulfing his insides, turning where once he stood from being cruel and menacing to become an inferno where sadness loitered. Leandra have her eyes closed. She was sleeping in a peaceful embrace of one of the deadliest Alpha known. Now he can tell why does her scent is slowly fading beyond extinction. He could hear a beat, but nothing so far. Her pulse…it was becoming more fainter, weaker in each seconds. 

He covered his mouth. His lips tremble. Had he felt himself mourn before? Never had he become sympathetic, especially to her—to her species, who were often blamed for greed, for their thirst in power leading and resulting to war. A warfare, which offer none, but ruins. Her people he loathed, but why does Leandra had become somewhat an exemption Kiro could bear to see dying? The sight was unbearable or right because Kiro knew that he had failed her. He was incompetent. If he had been awake, would she bath on the blood, which is pooling underneath her? He knew, she wont be, but it was too late.

“A—alpha…” Kiro uttered, although shaking, not of fear, but of the brimming emotions he was trying to remain conceal. Deep down, to see Leandra at that state pained him.

Alpha Midas let out a low growl.

Perhaps Leandra same with Kiro had filled his blackness with the light she carries with her.

Kiro could understand his hate, his anger directed to him, and he was ready to admit towards the guilt he knew he was responsible of.

Kiro lowered his head in submission. If it is death, then so be it.

He closed his orbs, and waited for his claws. If it would be painful, it doesn’t matter now that his chest is already burning abhorred through the anguish he never knew before until now.

Nevertheless, regardless of the brooding madness, nothing came. Wondering why or had the Alpha haven’t had any strength left, Kiro opened his eyes, when he saw Midas nudging Leandra’s with his snout and lay her beside him.

‘Kiro.’ He speak of, and his tone have this blackness, which seems o be out of this world. Long existed right before this realm. If he isn’t mourning, Kiro knew that he would be trembling again on his knees. But this time, it seem the deadliest Alpha were unforgiving. His orbs dark, clouded by a pit Kiro have always been familiar with. Midas did not become the Alpha King just because of his beast. He has the strength, which even the messenger of death, Kiro’s previous master, fears. They are terrified of him. Nobody dare to cross with Midas, unless they were a fool same with the rebels who had destroy the peace in Salem.

“Yes, Alpha?” Kiro heed his calls.

Midas did not speak yet. His eyes bore rather intensely to Leandra.

‘Take her to the Goddess Luna.’

Abruptly, Kiro’s eyes beheld curiosity.

“You do not mean to…?” He trailed off.

“Tell her—“ His teeth clenched. “—that it is the time she pay her debt.”

The Goddess Luna who on the other hand could feel his rage knew what was coming.

She waved her hand, and to where she was—the clouds make way for her to peer, pry. The falls of life, and mirror, where the fruit connected to her lies. 

“I hope for you not to make the same mistakes again, Midas.” She whispered softly.

When Luna felt a presence reappearing behind her. Even before she turned around, she could tell who’s God was it by his scent.

“You should not interfere this time, Luna!” It was the messenger of death, Draken.”Our God is warning you, and this time he won’t forgive you if ever you made something that would affect the balance.”

“I know.” She did not glance at him.

She do not need to.

“We are watching, Luna.” He said before he disappeared into thin.

Luna isn’t oblivious about the consequences, but same with what Midas said…she have a debt to settled with and repaid.

@cycy