THE MOST WANTED LUNA

CHAPTER 2 TRAPPED

Sabrina

“Well, at least I will be dying a free woman,” I was desperately trying to give myself some comfort, as I realized that I had walked into the Lycan territory. Being a werewolf in the Lycan territory meant only one thing— death.

There was no love lost between the werewolves and the Lycans, as their enmity was almost older than time itself. I was probably about to die because of an enmity I knew nothing about.

Looking down had me scared to death, as the height was too far above ground. Besides that, the Lycans underneath gave me deathly chills with their wicked growls. It was just a matter of how they were going to either bring me down or climb up to devour me.

With the nature of their unnatural leaps, I was sure they would go for the latter, and they did just that. They hurriedly scaled up the trees, all making it in my direction.

“Stay away from me…” that was all I knew to mutter, but they most certainly weren't heeding any of my feeble, powerless words.

I was at a loss of what to do, as the only thing that came to mind was finding a way out of that cage. Even if it meant falling from that height. It was much better than being torn to shreds.

But the Lycans were just too quick, as they were already hanging from the cage before I could say or do anything.

“Stop!” a voice yelled from below just before they reached for me. They instantly did as the voice had commanded, even though they were a bit hesitant in their obedience.

It felt like a daydream, to think that lycans would decide to spare a werewolf. Why would he order them to not have me torn into shreds? Had he found out about my background story somehow and decided to pity me?

“Lord Logan orders that she be taken hostage,” the voice from below burst my bubble just when it was about to be inflated with hope.

My blood curdled coldly in sheet horror at the sound of the name of one of the most feared Lycan kings in the Moorlands.

Logan was known for his brutality more than anything. His brutality was infectious, and he didn't fail to pass it to his men, who were monsters.

My heart sank when I realized that my fate was inevitably death. The moon goddess had granted me my request of getting to get Kaleb but had led me to my death in the same breath.

It had me wondering if it meant that death was the only way I could get away from Kaleb. Was my life tied to being with that bastard?

“Why's that?” one of the Lycans holding onto the cage suddenly shifted into his human form while still holding the cage. “The orders were to instantly kill any werewolf that falls into the trap.”

“Well, not anymore,” their fellow at the bottom sounded pretty impatient. “Lord Logan ordered that they be thrown in the dungeon and executed in front of the people later.”

I was speechless, as I pictured a shameful execution in front of all those savage lycans. That was worse than being with Kaleb, and I wasn't going to let that be my fate.

“Bring her down…” the person below was insistent, and impatient as well.

“All right boys…” the one that had shifted into his human form said to the others. He seemed to be their leader. “The party has been busted, let's bring her down.”

They growled in disapproval.

“She could have other uses besides being torn apart,” he went on as he looked at me with a luscious gaze. “She-wolves are still women after all…”

“Don't make me come up there myself!” the man below was indignant, as they were delaying.

“All right right right...” The man hanging on the cage finally took his eyes off me, as his comrades shifted back into their respective human forms.

I watched in amazement as they all leaped down to the ground and landed like it was nothing. Their agility was unimaginable, and it had me wondering about the sort of rigorous training Logan had put them through.

The men below me were conversing in low and almost inaudible voices, as the cage suddenly began to descend slowly.

It was too dark for me to see what exactly they were doing to make the cage descend. But then, I was planning to make a run for it once the door of the cage was open.

The chances of me outrunning those men were one in a million, but then I would rather take my chances than not attempt at all.

I began warming up to run the moment the cage hit the ground, as I got out of my crouched position and stood to my feet. As the door opened, I sprang out of the cage with all the strength I could muster.

For a few steps, I thought I was running a straight path without obstruction until there was a sudden, hard, forceful strike on the back of my neck.

Instantly, my vision blurred, and the sounds I heard became unclear. I could almost feel the anger behind the strike, as I felt myself fading until I blacked out.

***

My eyes opened to the light of day, to my utter surprise. I could hear a crowd cheering, though it was muffled by the walls of the room I found myself in.

In a flash, my mind recollected everything that had led up to me being there. The crowds outside could have been the ones I would be executed in front of. I instantly began sweating in terror because of that.

Before I could regain my bodily orientation to realize that I was lying down with my hands tied behind my back, I heard the sound of a prison door opening.

It was my prison. Two men came through the door, hurled me up to my feet, and hurriedly dragged me out of the cell. I had serious difficulty keeping in step with them with my hands tied, but they couldn't care less. They didn't even look at me for a single moment.

“Say your last prayers… wretch…” one of the men said, without looking at me, and I seriously questioned whether that was actually for me or not.

The sound of the crowds grew louder as we advanced until we got a door. Without hesitation, they pushed the door open.

I held my breath as I saw the crowd that had gathered, just to witness my execution. Had me wondering if the lycans had anything better to do.

The door led to what looked like a stage, which was in front of the crowd. But my eyes weren't drawn to the crowd or the stage, but to the man who stood on the stage, addressing and inciting the crowd even more.

For a moment, the turbulent horror building up inside me gave way to a warm fuzzy feeling that I wasn't meant to be feeling at the point of my death.

The feeling increased as I set my eyes on this interesting male figure. His jet-black hair fell just above his shoulders, and his cobalt-blue eyes were intense and hypnotic, little wonder the crowd couldn't resist this young man's words.

His tall and well-built stature showed that he had to be some sort of important figure. For a moment, it felt like everything had slowed down, and came to an abrupt halt.

“Go say hello to King Logan,” one of the men said to me angrily, as he pushed me from behind, signaling that I walk up to him.

They kept pushing me from behind until I walked some distance away from Logan. I expected the fuzzy feelings to stop as I stepped in front of the crowd, and closer to my death. But it intensified instead.

Logan suddenly turned away from the crowd. The frown on his face instantly changed to a look of surprise as we made eye contact.

He took out a silver dagger and began walking towards me. My heart thumped faster with each step he took towards me. I felt like just disappearing, as the tension was unbearable, with the noise of the crowd.

He came to an abrupt halt in front of me, almost closing up the space between us. After a few moments of staring me in the eyes, he signaled the men to leave.

Immediately, a slightly disturbed look came on his face, as though he was having the struggle of his life. I became disturbed as well, as I braced myself for a stab or a cut or something painful.

My heart skipped a beat when he thrust me. I shut my eyes to take the stab from the dagger, but instead of a painful stab in the chest, I felt a warmth on my left cheek.

“Mate…” he whispered in my ears, as the feel of his breath sent tingles down my spine.

“What…” I wanted to speak, but he instantly cut me off with a deep kiss.

The whole crowd suddenly went silent.