My Lost Luna

Chapter five

Every day of the week was the same. He told me to stay in the house. He only let me out to let me shift. It felt freeing to be in my wolf form.

I got stronger every day. I could see he enjoyed it as well. It seemed we had grown more to each other. I know he wanted me as his Luna, but why be nice to me.

He could mark me and make me his anytime he wanted, right? It was like he wanted me to like and trust him. I still hadn’t seen Anna. He told me he would take me to her today.

I had a hunch he trusted me. He never put a guard outside the house; he knew I wouldn’t leave. I wanted to, but there was no escape. He would just find me.

I tried to make the best out of the situation. He hadn’t hit me anymore, nor did he try anything else.

Kira only got out when we shifted. She didn’t like Bolton. It was like she was waiting for him to show his true colors again.

It was almost lunchtime. Usually, he came around this time to let me go outside for our run together. I waited by the front door and glimpsed out the window.

The moment I saw him coming out of the forest. Happiness and relief moved through me to see him, not for him, but I knew what it meant, we could go outside.

I opened the front door and walked over to him. I smiled at him, but I saw he was angry and the fear that rushed through me, almost crippled me.

I instantly took a step back, debating if I should go inside. Just before I could turn around, he grabbed me.

He pulled me in close and hugged me.

I froze. I didn’t know what to do. Does he want me to hug him back?

I slowly put my arms around him, and let out a breath. His face was buried in my neck. It seemed my scent calmed him. I tried to relax, but my body was shaking already.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry Elizabeth,” he said softly.

My trembles slowly faded, his grip lessened, and he gave me a small kiss on my forehead.

“It’s just been a busy morning. I will tell you about it later. But first, I want to bring you to Anna.” His eyes weren’t filled with anger anymore; the kindness had returned.

He took my hand and turned around, leading the way to Anna.

It was a fifteen-minute walk before we got to Charles’ house. My heart started to ache; she’d been with Charles all this time.

Charles’ house was nothing like Bolton’s. Chills ran down my spine and everything inside me screamed to get out of here.

Bolton’s hand never left mine when he led me to the basement. The damp air made me shiver. The badly lit basement was something you would only see in a horror movie.

I gasped when I saw Anna sitting in the corner tied up, like an animal. I wanted to run to her, but Bolton pulled me closer.

“You have five minutes,” he said before releasing his grip on me.

I ran over to Anna. She was covered in scratches and bruises. I didn’t know where to touch her. I didn’t want to hurt her. I called her name, but she didn’t respond. She was rocking herself, back and forth.

It was like she wasn’t there anymore. Tears filled my eyes until I couldn’t blink them away anymore, slowly they fell down my cheeks. There was nothing I could do for her.

I begged Bolton almost every day to let her go. But I didn’t want to anger him. I knew he didn’t want to talk about it. He had already made up his mind.

I cupped Anna’s face, turning her head so that she had to meet my eyes. Mine were locked on hers and I almost whimpered when there was no one behind her glassy eyes anymore. I pulled her in close, wrapping my arms around her. Hoping it will give her some sort of comfort.

She whispered something in my ear. “Don’t trust him. He can’t forcefully mark you. It’s all a game.” She pushed me away, meeting my eyes.

I nodded to her, letting her know I got what she said.

I didn’t want to leave her. But I had to.

I got up from the floor and made my way back to Bolton. I wrapped my hand around his with a smile. He seemed pleased, somehow. He didn’t say anything when we walked back upstairs, and I hoped I could see her again tomorrow.

“I have to talk to Charles. You can wait outside,” he said while he pointed to the front door.

I nodded and went outside. I took a deep breath. The smell of fresh air got rid of the awful dead smell of Charles’ house. I wanted to know what they were talking about. I knew I shouldn’t, but with me shifting more regularly, my senses started evolving. I closed my eyes trying to focus, tried to listen in.

“Did Anna tell you anything new today?” Bolton asked Charles.

“No, still the same story. She doesn’t know where Liz came from, but only knows she isn’t a true rogue. Do you need me to continue with the interrogation?” Charles asked.

The way Charles spoke those words made a shiver move down my spine, he was enjoying it. Everything he was putting Anna through, he enjoyed.

“Yes, I don’t think she is telling us everything, just don’t kill her. Elizabeth won’t forgive me for that,” Bolton said with a calm tone.

“Why not just mark her?” Charles said with a growl.

“It won’t work.”

I heard Bolton walking away from Charles. I stopped listening and opened my eyes. I knew Anna was right. Was it bad for me to have hope? Hope that I could maybe change him. But men like that don’t change. A true monster would never change its ways.

I waited for him to step beside me and the moment he did I put up a brave face and a smile.

“Are we going home now?” I asked.

He placed his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in closer. He kissed my forehead. “Let’s go home.”

We started our way back. I hoped I could still shift. Just before we approached the house, he stopped.

“I know you want to shift. I enjoy it as well. But I have other business to attend to. Wait for me inside.” He closed the distance between us and kissed me.

I placed my hand around his neck and kissed him back. I didn’t want him to get suspicious of what I knew. I knew if I wanted to live, I needed to play along. When our lips parted a small smile formed on his before he turned around and walked away.

He didn’t even walk me inside. I let out a breath and made my way to the front door. I was hesitant. Should I stay outside? The sun was shining. But I couldn’t, he wanted me inside. Like a prisoner. I was holding the door, debating with myself.

I wanted to stay outside. I won’t go anywhere. I just want to be outside, letting the prickle my skin.

Having some sort of freedom.