Chapter 117
Chapter 117
Chapter 117: Runaway Luna
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The house is burning.
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Flames engulf it in every corner. I can smell the smoke rising, I can see the flames taking over the house, and people inside are trying to get out.
Chaos is everywhere. Wolves are howling, the guests are screaming and trying to escape, and there are bodies dropping all around, on the floor, blood dripping onto the carpets and tiles.
What is happening?
“It’s the Greshire wolves,” Liam tells me. “I got word from the border patrols–they managed to kill some of our wolves and force themselves through.”
A growl slips from my lips. I look around at my house which’s in the process of falling apart and my pack members are being attacked.
“Kill them all,” I snap at him. “How dare they come in here and try to ambush us during a celebration when our guard is down.”
Liam’s expression turns grim as he glances over to the fire and then back at me.
“This attack was premeditated. They must’ve known what was happening tonight, that you were celebrating your new Luna. The warriors have arrived, and I’ll tell them to sniff those bastards out and kill them. They stand no chance,” he assures me before stepping behind to give orders.
With all the smoke and the flames surrounding me and the chaos outside, I can’t tell where the Greshire wolves are or how
many
of them are there.
Liam sends in the warriors, and they manage to make it inside without getting burned. I step away from the crowd and head to the back to call Kovas.
We need more men.
But he doesn’t pick up.
My brows furrow, and I glance at my phone again to see if there are any calls or messages.
There’s a missed call–an hour ago.
I look away and look ahead. I can’t tell what I’m searching for, but it’s something.
My gaze falls on Marcella, and I tell her to come over. She walks past the crowd and nears me.
“Where’s Rhea?” I ask her. “Is she there? Have you seen her?” She needs to be here, somewhere.
Yes, it’s her that I’m searching for in the crowd.
“No,” Marcella shakes her head. “I haven’t seen her. I thought you told me that she went to get some rest-”
Fuck.
I quickly start running toward the house and right into our room. The smoke is overwhelming the whole hallway, but the
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fire hasn’t made it all the way here. When I open the door, the windows are wide open, but the room is empty. She isn’t here.
Where the fuck is she?
The sheets are rumpled from where she had been lying down earlier, but she isn’t here.
I move back down the staircase and leave. Firetrucks and ambulances have pulled up outside the manor. Men are rushing in, and the wolves I’ve sent are rushing out with blood in their mouths.
“Three of them are dead,” Liam informs me. “There are probably more, but they ought to make it out of here.”
“Find them all-” I step back and look around like a madman. “Have you seen Rhea?”
“The Luna? No, I haven’t.”
I move across the crowd, looking at every face there is. Where is she? She’s not outside, she’s not inside–where could she possibly be?
I ring Kovas one more time, and this time he picks up.
“Where are you?” I demand to know instantly.
“On my way.” He hesitates but tells me the truth. “I tried calling you to warn you about the Greshire wolves-”
I press my hand against my forehead and move in circles. “Well, that’s too late now. I’m taking care of it either way. But I can’t seem to find Rhea.”
“Rhea?” He pauses.
“Yes, I’ve looked in the house. She’s not there, and not with the crowd outside either. Can you get here quicker?”
I feel like I’m losing my mind with every minute that I can’t find her.
When some of the fire has been put out, I rush back inside and look through the house once more to catch her scent. But all I can smell is smoke–that’s all. Thick and choking, burning my throat, my eyes, and my skin.
I push through the half–burned doors and look into every possible room, hoping to find her.
But she isn’t here-
And something within me tells me exactly that.
That she’s gone.
The realization slams into me like a knife to my chest. It’s not the first time I’ve felt this.
I’ve felt this before.
My wolf surfaces, whispers into my ear, and my head turns. I look to the right and start walking toward it, toward the east wing of the manor.
The fire hasn’t even touched it, not even a lick of flame has reached these walls, but I know deep in my bones that someone else has.
I close my eyes, my fists clenching so tight that my nails bite into my palms.
“Fuck.”
I should’ve seen this coming. Should have felt it–should have known the moment that she knew.
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The door to the room is slightly open. It isn’t shut as I had left it the last time I was here. It’s open, which means Rhea has been inside. She knows.
And she has run.
Again.
I open the door and step inside the room. She didn’t even try to hide it–her scent is all over. She didn’t even cover her tracks. She ran in fear, which means she wasn’t thinking. Which means she won’t get far.
Right.
Kael presses closer, I feel him growling in rage, his presence demanding. It’s been a while since I’ve felt him, since I’ve become aware of him.
She belongs to us.
“Find her,” he tells me. “Or I will for you.”
My gaze narrows on her, on a part of her that is resting like a ghost, like something left behind. She looks well, asleep.
My fingers trail over her. Not Rhea. Not the one who ran from me. The other her. The original. The real one–or what’s left of her.
I let my fingers brush over her cold skin, and I feel her.
This part
of her that was never meant to be found, but Rhea found it. She knows now, and she knows that this is what I did. What I took and what I created.
“She won’t get far. She doesn’t know what’s waiting for her out there. She doesn’t know what will come for her. We will find her,” Kael snarls.
I turn and leave the room, letting that part of her remain inside. And it has to stay inside–for as long as Rhea is alive.
Because only one can exist, and no one wants to see the woman that’s been locked away. Not me. Not even Kael.
If the magic ever weakens, if the spell ever breaks–Rhea, as she is now, will cease to be, consumed by her own self. The body will reclaim what was stolen.
She will take back her soul, her mind, her entire existence.
“She can run, but we will bring her back. We always do.”
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