His Accidental Luna

AT THE BRINK OF DEATH

CHAPTER 45: AT THE BRINK OF DEATH

Imagine how shock Ali was to the extent of his knees to wobble. Earlier the thought hunts him, and now it keeps hunting him, the trail it keep traces as his face contorted with his vent out worries upon seeing Lily—who was lying towards the same room she reside. However, she doesn’t looks well. It does not appeal to him. When he turned his back to leave, he promised to return. But when it was her had she never looked this worst. Her smile she lost. The color of her sin, her complexion which turned much paler upon in a much closer inspection.

“L—lily?” His chest writhes.

With disbelief written, Ali slowly walked to where she was.

Her head did not turn to him in recognition. Breathing hardly, her chest was thumping loudly as it seems. Sweats trickled on her forehead. The beads poured, and formed. Clad on the same clothes smeared by blood to what Ali could recognize belongs maybe not to her, but to somebody else as it smelled something far more than to Lily’s scent. It wasn’t sweet, yet it conforms death, to which had scared Ali for a moment.

When he had gotten closer to her, Ali knelt beside Lily.

“Lily.” He calls again, his voice breaking into pieces.

She seems to be in utter torment. Lily appeared to be in so much pain that it left a pang on his chest upon seeing her on this state. The distress he felt, and his regrets—the lament to which Ali could feel recoiling as he wished to had never turned his back, and leave. If only he was there, would it happen? He don’t think so, because he will do all means just so he could protect her the same way she does before.

He carefully, so gentle and delicate as he held her head on his lap.

This seems to have gotten her attention.

Her eyes fluttered open, and they were bloodshot. Reddish as her irises turned into a deep shade of crimson.

“A—Ali?” Her voice croaked. Hoarse tone as if to speak is much harder, but he could hinted joy as if to see Ali there with her, it had ease Lily’s pain for a moment. Shortly soothed, but that doesn’t mean it was cured, nor had it diminish, and fade for an instance. It was far itched, deep on her core. “I’m…g—glad you…re back…”

“Shh, don’t speak no more, Lily.” He coaxed her.

Ali softly brushed her hair. His fingertips were gently touching her scalp, unbothered by how knotted or messy they may have gotten. The corner of his eyes moistens. The pool and pit watered. He was hurt seeing Lily at this state.

“What did they do to you…” He trailed off.

Ali’s beast whimpered. She may not have been their mate, but they cherish her greatly. She is their home. Lily was the comfort they had always found, whenever they are at lost. She was the path to where Ali would always saw in a distance no matter how the darkness tried to lash out, and took him, because he is a rogue. By means of, that doesn’t mean Ali had always been in control. There are times, whereas being a rogue would often manifest the evil side he has. It is when he would be out of control, and all he desired the most was flesh, to devoured anyone and quench his hunger, and his thirst. Nevertheless, to say the least, Lily has always been there with him. She never leaves his side, although Ali would tend to harm her. There would be scraps, and there are going to be wounds at all.

But the sorrow he felt did not prolongs as it has been soon replaced by anger. The madness brewing similar towards the storm to which it would want to consumed, the desire is too much that his thirst suddenly get intense. His eyes darkened. His calmness seems to go downhill. The compose feeling which made Ali to morphed slowly.

The rogue who stood alongside with Evans growled. It could smell the stench he reeks similar to them.

Evan’s eyes narrowed.

“Let him be.” She uttered.

The rogue roared, but it did not make any move nor had it disobey her words. It was baring its canine, but it remain on position, heedless cries, when Ali began his transformation.

The darkness looms, the shadows to which he won’t be able to turned his back, and escape anymore.

‘I’ll avenge you.’ That was the thought that was running on his head. Too lost, when he felt it, so sudden, a mere touch, which repelled whatever the turmoil that was slowly garnering its strength.

“N—no…A—Ali…” Her weakening voice reached his ears.

But it was enough to cleared away the storm. Her voice and her touch that was enough to bring Ali back adherent towards his angst fury fueled upon seeing her on this condition. His eyes rolled back to its normal color. The shade to which it no longer hold him on the pit. The brink to which Lily loathed to see him drowned again. Ali absentmindedly brings his face, and rubs his cheeks towards her palms, which is radiating warm. The warm, which touches his soul. His core she held towards the course of time.

“D—don’t…do it, p—please…” She begs.

And who was he to deny her request?

“I won’t.” Clenching his jaw as if to take over the control as his beast fight the urge.

It does not like being discarded. Its thirst that was unending as it tried to temp Ali. The temptation is strong, but the feelings he had for Lily is much more stronger than anything else. It could withstand catastrophe, even on a dangerous precipice that they had been placed.

Lily smiled at him, but she did not speak.

She stared at him for so long, before she was lulled back. Her hand fell on her side. Ali’s orbs widened. His chest let out an intense pain searing towards every fiber of her body.

“Lily?!” Fear crept on him.

Ali loudly growled.

That’s the time to where Evan had taken, and stepped forward. A mere observer to which she knew that it was their best decision not to end Lily’s life. Looking to how much she could take over control to Ali in spite of how he is on the brink of morphing into a cold-bloodied beast same to how she can manage to do it. She was just like her. Lily, and her—they have the same gift, and that made Evan glad. If she would agree to her proposal, Evan would healed her, cured the poison she had been fed off, but if not, Lily’s fate would be doom. The pit to where Evan wouldn’t hesitate for the both of them to get buried.

“Don’t make a ruckus, she was just sleep.” She stated rather calmly.

Even so, Ali was still distraught.

“What did you do to her?!” His growled was ferocious.

At any means, to whoever may have encountered a wolf such as him, they may have gotten scared, scuffled on their feet. Never looking back, but continuously running just so they could save their lives. However, Evan is different. She wasn’t like that, nor had she never retreat back, even before. As a runt, life has never been easy for her. People would bite off. A few would scarcely treated her right, but majority would be disgusted. On their eyes, she wasn’t a wolf, but a freak. She is somebody whom should be hated and not be treated right. As if Evan choose to be this way, when she did not even haven’t had any idea at all.

“She get sick.” She lied through her teeth, although the truth was—same with the other villagers, she fed Lily with the same poison, but she also holds the cure. She have it on her hand, but never had she let her know nor would she gave it to him unless they made some negotiation about something that she was soughing after adherently to her own vengeance. “And don’t worry, it was just the effect of some medicine I had give to her.” Her eyes narrowed as the lies continue. “Do you really think that we are some kind of savages?”

Of course, they are. Evan knew that she is. But she won’t admit it, after all for her, she was just doing it by means of protecting herself away from those villagers who had mistreated her badly. They deserve this death no matter how cruel Evan had become. No matter how evil her plans was, she won’t admit how wrong she was.

“And do you think I would still believe you?” Ali was harsh, although his hold did not change as it still remain gentle.

He did not let go of Lily’s hand although his insides are already brimming with so much pain. It hurts so bad, the twinge of what sanity left on him was slowly slipping away. Thus far, oftentimes, why is it hard to wish for something, when fate would always be on your way, hindering what would it be. He only wanted was to keep her safe, but he failed her. Ali failed Lily, and now both them, but more likely him was paying for it. The unending anguish he felt torment his insides. It was eating him alive as it become non-stop.

“It depends on you whether you would want to believe me or not.” Evan shrugged her shoulder, dissing as if she do not really cares, but she did. She knew that if the pair wouldn’t trust her, and put their allies on her, then it would be of no use, but to kill them technically before they become her enemy. “But rest assured that she won’t die.”

“You would only be able to convince me once she gets better.” Ali said firmly.

Because how can he entrust Evan and those rogues? When he saw the fate that the villagers had befall into. It looks much worst as it appeared so. It looks horrible as he saw the gutted limbs, their cries he may not have heard, but he knew that they were begging for the life that is yet to be stolen. It was hard to imagine how much they suffer and how much it had shattered Lily’s soul although they were just a mere stranger. It was just, Lily have her soft spot fir anybody, even for the vicious one.

One thing that Ali admired, but one of the things to which he had loathed, because oftentimes it had allowed others or would let others to take her for granted. It was her own goodness that would put her at risk, and now what he fears come into life. If only he could wish for it to be a nightmare, whereas when he opened his eyes, all will be gone and there would be Lily, smiling as they sit together alongside WITH Devon and Jasper.

The mere thought of the pair who are still missing, gone lost and not yet found—it was frustrating for Ali. Oh, how much he wished for the things to go back to normal, but all was different now. No matter how much he asked. No matter how much he wished for it, it won’t happen, nor would it be granted. With that said, his eyes loomed, sullen as his heart sunken.

Evan did not speak nor had he heard any word from her. But it was her footsteps, fainting until she was gone from the room.

Ali reckons that she may have been contemplating the fervor he asked, but he is serious. If they wanted to earn his trust, they may prove themselves and adherently only if Lily got better.

Ali touched her face. Her face was no longer contorted with pain, nor had she been wincing. She looks to be sleeping, conformed towards the unfathomable sleep that had take her. And shortly for a moment, she seems to be lulled back to where the comfort was.

Ali lowered his head and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

“This time, I’ll protect you.” He whispered.

And this time, Ali wouldn’t be gone anymore. He will stand beside Lily no matter what it takes nor he wouldn’t let anybody harm her again. The promise he vow onslaught by his beast who is prepared for a slaughter.

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