His Silent Luna’s Revenge

Chapter 1: Blind Trust.

Daphne’s POV

“Karen?” I signed my sister’s name into the air as soon as I stepped into the doorway of my husband’s room.

What greeted me, however, was thick silence. But only at first, because right after, I could clearly hear a shuffle, like the sound of fabric brushing against another fabric.

And then a very hushed whisper.

My brows knitted together. The room felt so different, too quiet and too still, like something was out of place. I tilted my head to listen and smell carefully. Even the air smelled strange.

My husband’s usual cologne lingered near the dresser, just as always, but this time there was something else beneath it. Something musky, warm, and somewhat edged with sweat.

My smelling and hearing senses were the only things I relied on the most, and so they were very sharp, but right now something was dulling them.

There was an unmistakable faint trace of incense that lingered in the air, and it was obviously masking the other scents I should have picked up.

More seconds seemed to pass before Karen’s voice finally filled the space, sounding so bright like she had not just been whispering.

“I’m here,” she said quickly. “Just singing while tidying up Toby’s room before we head out for our morning walk.”

A small frown tugged at my lips, but I quickly smoothed it away before she could notice it.

My husband and I had had separate bedrooms ever since we got married, so it was not something I thought about too much.

Karen’s fingers pressed lightly against mine like a gentle reassurance before she then started to tug me forward. “Come on, sis. Let’s get going before it gets too hot.”

I let her guide me, her hand warm in mine, following her steady steps against the wooden floor. I did not question her.

Why should I? Karen had been my mouth for as long as I could remember. And now, my eyes for years too.

Outside, the morning air was cool and fresh. It carried the scent of damp grass and a faint hint of smoke from nearby. I could hear the sounds of life happening, the hum of conversation and the screeching of tires as cars rolled by.

Karen continued to walk beside me, her grip firm on my hand, keeping her pace familiar for me to follow. We always took this path every morning, and I always trusted her to lead me to safety as she never let go of me as we walked.

Soon, her voice filled the silence between us. “You know,” she started, “I was thinking we could stop by the market today. The baker finally made those honey cakes you like so much.”

I smiled as I signed back to her, “If we have time.”

“Of course we do. You’re always cooped up inside the house lately,” she said as she squeezed my hand. “A little fresh air and something sweet would do you so much good.”

I nodded, letting her chatter on about the pack, the things she had heard from omegas, how someone was sneaking out of training early again. I continued to listen to her, soaking in her presence until I suddenly could not feel her anymore.

Not her voice. Not her presence. Not even her hands on mine.

I immediately stopped walking as the air around me suddenly felt so big, too empty.

A strange feeling settled in my chest as I reached out, even though my fingers refused to grasp at anything but air. My breath quickened.

“Karen?” I signed with my hands, simply hoping that this was just a prank and she was right beside me. But there was no answer.

The ground beneath me felt very unfamiliar. The scent in the air had even shifted into something harsher and sharper, like some sort of chemical.

A low rumble vibrated through the ground, and then I could immediately feel the blast of wind and the smell of rubber.

I was on the road.

A horn blared so loud that my pulse leaped into my throat. My body froze as the sound rushed at me so fast.

But instead of being hit, I was grabbed and collided into warmth. Strong arms wrapped around me as they pulled me against a hard chest.

The car seemed to rush past me, and even without seeing it, I could tell how close it was to me. To killing me.

My heart was pounding, and my entire body was rigid, but it was not just from the near death.

It was from him.

The scent surrounding me was so overwhelming. Earthy. Rich. No doubt something wild and so powerful. My body had started to react before my mind could even catch up with why I was feeling this way.

Something in me was pulling. My wolf was lunging. Excited and happy.

Mate.

But no. That could not be right. It made absolutely no sense. I already had a mate. I was married to my mate.

A hand brushed against my cheek. “Are you okay?” he asked, and I could sense the concern in his deep voice.

I did not answer. Heck, I could not even answer.

My hands lifted instinctively to sign my response, but before I could shape out any words or letters, his fingers wrapped gently around mine, stopping me.

The touch sent another current through me as heat spread from where our skin had met.

His thumb moved slightly, and then he exhaled in a slow and controlled manner. “You’re blind,” he said softly, but it was obviously not a question. His voice lowered a bit, like he was speaking to himself rather than to me. “And mute.”

Before I could even process an answer or understand what was happening, a wave of dizziness crashed over me, and I felt my knees go weak.

Somewhere in the distance, I could hear my name being called repeatedly.

They were undoubtedly Karen and Toby’s voices. But I could not respond because darkness took over me.