His Vengeful Luna

Chapter 5

“Why did you bring me here without giving me any warning whatsoever?!” I whispered.

“You would’ve never said yes if I told you beforehand,” he said sternly. My veins were flowing with vexation but I was well aware that whatever frustration I had would have to wait.

“Maybe,” Definitely. “But that’s still not a proper reason to lie to me.” I nearly shouted.

“Shh,” He whispered into my ear as he pulled me behind the hut.

Although I hadn’t seen the rest of the pack, I was certain I wouldn’t be coming back here again. The wind was turbulent and the ground was swarmed by weeds that wafted by my feet. Now and then, I found myself bending down to scratch my sore ankles.

The sight of the cracking brown paint made me dread to wonder what was inside.

“Can we stop?” I breathed. It was difficult to tail him with his unique speed. “We’re going into a place where there will be hundreds of werewolves on the lookout for people like us and you want to walk in without a plan.” There was no response.

I lost track of him when he dashed around the corner of another hut. I followed suit as I travelled across the corner, too. He wasn’t there.

To be sure, I looked both directions to see nothing more than the grey horizon, up ahead.

Holy Crap. That was how long it took me. To understand the directness of my situation.

Childish thoughts of fear played across my mind. All of a sudden, I had become the next victim of a horror movie and the first rule of horror movies was never to be alone.

My body tensed as heavy breaths were dragged from my lungs. I jammed my hand against my head, wanting my brain to shut up. I silently promised myself I’d never watch another horror movie again.

“Your Majesty?” I called, wishing it’d all be a nightmare or even that Maximillian was trying to scare me again. I was about to call for him the second time before a man walked towards my bend. It was a miracle he hadn’t heard me the first time.

Even though he had nothing more than a pointed dagger in his hand, his robust and scarred body was enough to tell me he had more than a year's experience in battle. He had a presence that screamed power like Maximillian yet his aura had a darker affinity.

One that swelled my organs with discomfort.

Despite this, I came to the calls of his secretive behaviour and trailed behind him for further clues. It was risky but now that didn’t bother me because, after all, I was breaking all the rules today.

A few seconds later he united with his comrades who surrounded him with mixed expressions of anxiety and respect.

Their eyes were glued upon him, waiting for his beck and call.

I leaned closer to see what they were huddling around until I saw a familiar face. It was Maria.

I travelled around the huts, experimenting with the quality of hiding places, it brought back to when I was little and the hundreds of wins of hide and seek. Once finding a place that I was able to hear, I brought my ears into focus.

The first thing I heard was the roars of the werewolves, tearing their shirts. I looked away in disgust.

“Yes,” The man said, his voice coarse and fuelled by relief. “At last, our search is over and death of the prophesied luna will be ours.”

“Stop this!” Maria screamed. Hearing her voice only brought vivid memories of my execution. I privately wished they’d kill her for me. “I’m not the prophesied Luna!”

They laughed maniacally at her.

Her face morphed into a terrified expression, screaming above the turmoil.

Thoughts of hate and disgust spread like a rapid wildfire. A devilous euphoria took over me, finding ecstasy in her pain.

There was no way they were going to believe it. No way she was getting out alive.

“Please, Don’t kill me,” She begged. “I’m not the prophesied Luna.” The laughs stopped as their leader thrust his hand towards her. His fingers were wrapped around her neck, enclosing her airways.

Maria was now wheezing violently, trying to muster all the air she could to survive.

The thunderous chants started up again, more noisier than before. The tighter his grip, the more struggle there was for them to hear her strained cries.

“Stop, I’ll tell you who the real prophesied luna is!”

To my shock, Baldy released her from his hold and she coughed ferociously. The whole time he bred her a judgemental glare.

All jokes were aside.

“What do you mean ‘real’ Luna?” He boomed. She cowered in terror, sheltering her head.

“She doesn’t mean anything, Alpha, kill her!” Alpha? Was he the alpha of the pack? Things started to make a lot more sense. Unlike I wanted, he held his hand up, signalling the pack to wait.

“What do you mean?” He clenched his teeth with a small vein popping out of his bald head.

“I,” she said. “I killed the real prophesied Luna.” At that moment I swore I could’ve gone straight up to her, only to rub the fact I was alive.

“Killed?” He questioned, “How?”

“Yeah, how?” I heard someone from the group question sarcastically,

The alpha locked eyes with him.

“I accused her of a crime which she got executed for.” She shouted, her voice filled with guilt and dubiousness.

“Then why did you lie about being the prophesied Luna, then?” His bald head shone from the pools of sweat. His fists were balled causing his knuckles to go white. Baldy looked like a ticking bomb, on the verge of going off.

“I wanted the alpha to myself.” She mumbled. I barely managed to understand her words.

Baldy didn’t appear to be glad with her words.

“She-wolves.” He muttered under his breath. “How did he kill her?” He asked boredly.

“I don’t know…” She said but as soon as he rested his dagger against her neck she exclaimed. “Her heart!” Her hair was ruffled and her makeup smudged. “Her heart!” She said again.

Baldy grinned whilst shaking his head before a low snicker escaped his mouth.

“What?” When he looked at her his laugh was amplified. I didn’t blame Baldy because I’d be laughing too.

“What?!” She demanded, she muted when Baldy’s head snapped towards her.

“How stupid?” He responded. “Didn’t it occur to you that she’d be reborn?”

No response.

“The prophesied Luna will continue to be reborn if you don’t kill her where her mark is.”

“You psycho, you’re threatening me over a shitty fairytale.” He ignored her remark.

“And what is this Luna's name?”

“Andrea Maud.” She said,

“Andrea?” He questioned, my name was poison on his tongue. “I shall have great fun in eradicating her.”

“What do we do with the girl?”

“Leave her for now.” He then stared back at Maria. “I will have great fun working with you, Miss Alfonso.”

Her knowledge of my rebirth didn’t faze me at all. From the time I had accepted my second life up to the point up till now, my sole purpose was to end her life.

If anything, I wanted her to feel the terror suffocating her, I wanted her to know that I’d be pursuing her till her last breath. I wanted her to know what it felt like to die in the worst way possible.

Sticks and stones were no longer enough to break me, I was ready to play even if it resulted in my death.

And the worst part for her was there was no room for nice Andrea to fiddle with the pieces.

Maria, you might have won the battle but I'll win this war.