HIS LUNA

Chapter Three-Saved by a stranger

Olivia

I froze, my head tilting up to see the attacker; his clothes spoke otherwise of my suspicions.

He was well dressed, eyes hardened, and too focused for a rogue.

I tried to pull my hand out of my bag, trying to feign surrender, but the blade only tightened around my neck.

“Move, and you die.” He spoke, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

I blinked, my lips tightly pressed. “I promise to give you whatever you want. I—”

I shut up immediately, blood dripping from the knife onto my shoulders. He didn't speak but the knife stayed tightly pressed, just a few more inches away from taking my life.

His eyes darted away from me, seemingly waiting for someone.

I wanted to speak, try to convince him to let me go but his stance told me he wasn't ready to hear a word.

I gulped, head going through different ways to make him spare my life, but just then I saw something on him. A pattern I knew all too well.

An assassin from the pack. My eyes widened, Was it him?

I asked myself, eyes glued to the tattoo on his hands and he seemed to notice it. He smirked.

“I don't think he's coming.” He said, a hint of reluctance in his tone as his hands moved, about to take my life but I countered. I raised my hand to hold the knife with my hands.

He stared at me, eyes widened. I pushed with my strength and got it off my neck. He looked at me with a little smile raising at the corner of his lips.

“A tough one.” He said and my heart skipped a beat. For a moment, I thought I wouldn't be able to save myself.

He was a death warrior, one who would never leave the training camp if he wasn't exceptionally good. My fate was sealed but I wouldn't give up so easily.

I pulled my other hand out of the bag letting it fall to the floor. His eyes darted towards the little weapon in my hands and he smiled.

A smile that sent chills down my spine. His eyes stayed focused on me, anticipating my next move.

He looked ready to take me down and take my life, but I wouldn't fall for it. I shifted back, letting go of the knife, and my blood dripped to the floor.

I locked eyes with him, walking back slowly, a sinister smile on my face, and just at the moment I knew he awaited my move.

I turned and ran.

He jolted, shocked but soon I heard his chuckle behind me. I turned ignoring his mocking laugh.

I ran with everything I had left in me, but I was already exhausted from running all day. Slowly, my speed reduced and I could feel him closing in.

I tried to run faster, but my vision blurred, and I fell to my knees. I shook my head, trying to shake off the feeling but it didn't stop.

My knees now went numb, and I could hardly move. I turned back to see the attacker who now walked slowly, his slow steps made my blood boil.

His laugh now made sense. He had poisoned his blade.

“Run. Keep running." He laughed yet again as he closed in. I stared at him defiantly. I really wanted to pounce on him at that moment, but fate didn't seem to be by my side.

He crouched down, hands creasing my cheeks. “The job description never said you were tacky.” He raised a brow, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

I managed to speak, though the poison made my whole body numb. “Just kill me,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Okay.” He said, pulling out the life from his pockets. “But I want you to suffer.” He said and without warning, he pierced the knife through my thighs.

I screamed, my voice echoing throughout the woods. He smiled sinisterly, digging the knife deeper into my thighs.

“Seems the poison isn't that strong.” He said, rolling his eyes before he pulled out the knife sharply. I gasped, trying to catch my breath but he didn't give me that chance. He pierced through my other thigh, and I screamed yet again.

His brows drew together, pouting his lips as he spoke. “Seeing you like this almost makes me want to stop.”

“So pitiful.” He said, pulling out the knife and raising it to his feet. I looked up to him, my pulse ringing in my ears.

He raised his hands, about to finish me for good. I closed my eyes, awaiting the worst but I held his blade fall.

My eyes flashed open, and what I saw made me smile. Maybe I still had hope.

“You don't kill in my territory. Don't you know that?” He asked, his voice stern as he came into his view but all I could see was his back.

He stood strong, a commanding aura emitting from him.

“I—” he wanted to argue, but he stopped short, his hands raised to his neck, which was now sliced.

He fell to the floor, eyes widened and words forever swallowed. A weak smile rose on my face as I saw his corpse staring right at me.

My breath grew faint, my vision blurred, and he turned towards me, but I couldn't quite place his face. I tried to keep my eyes open, I had to live.

I felt him leaning forward, and I wanted to speak, ask for something; however, my strength failed me, and soon, I blacked out.

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My eyes opened slowly to catch sight of unfamiliar surroundings. I scanned the room and sighted him in the corner.

He stood tall, seemingly waiting for something.

A smile rose on my face, staring at his back figure, but suddenly he turned, and walked closer towards me.

“Good. You're awake.” He said, walking closer towards me.

I nodded slightly, as he took a seat next to my bedside. “Why was he after your life?”

He asked, and I stared at him blankly.

He didn't even show any hint of concern. I gulped about speaking when he talked over me.

“Leave in the next three days.”