His Accidental Luna

CLASHED WITH A ROGUE

CHAPTER 43: CLASHED WITH A ROGUE

Ali’s visage has been contorted. All scenarios, horrid one is what appeared across on his mind. His head filled with Lily’s face, bleeding horrendously and non-stop as se breathed out—much harder, much painful. His chest gripped, his beast ogled, and he could feel the monster lying dormant on his depth opened its eyes. Ready to devoured, prepared to lash out its anger. Angst coiling fuelled by unanswered questions ahead.

The rogue reeks as it hovered above Ali. It was growling, its attempts to put his dominion over him, but he is a fool. Because Ali isn’t somebody who easily feared rogues, when in fact... He is one himself. A wondering rogue who knew how to fight. A rogue who did not lost either his sanity, but fall in depth to kill those who wanted to annihilate him.

For the second time as it bared its teeth, Ali had not suppress himself. It was swift and fast. His hand, whereas his nails morphed into the claws of his beast already rose up to the air and clamped it snout.

“What the f**k did you do to her?!” From his fear, there came his ferocious howled.

His eyes darkened. It was that kind of darkness, which is out of this world. It was lashing, whipping across the air. His hold tightened. It foretold something much more terrifying.

The rogue did not speak, nor it has the ability to o so, it whimpers, when Ali without any hesitation slammed it across on the ground. It shook, but the savagery it had has befallen upon did not diminished. It did not dither nor has it vanish. He’s no fool, nor he is stupid. He knew that it wasn’t a coincidence that Lily’s scent intermingled with the rogues physique. Lily might have approached him before, yet perhaps it was because he isn’t as terrifying as it seems. He do not reeks, nor he smelt if a rotten flesh of meat, a lump reckoning into a mold, leaving one’s stomach to churned and reeled.

Due to his madness, Ali is at the brink of morphing himself into his beast, when a voice stop him on his tracks.

“If you do that, you won’t be able to see her again.” It was a voice of a child that was adherently familiar to Ali.

His head whipped across to where it was coming from only to find a familiar silhouette. In utter disbelief, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Was it playing tricks 9n him? He haven’t had no idea, but one thing is for sure, the child is the one whom Lily and him had made an acquaintance with, it was Evan.

“Evan?” But his hold did not loosened from the rogue, who keeps flailing its paws, struggling to escape, but it was continuously failing ahead.

Ali did not pay attention to it. His eyes drifted across to Evan. The more he stared at her, the more she was becoming threatening in front of his eyes. She looks different, a smile was place on her face to which he could tell filled with malice.

“What are you doing here?” He asked carefully.

He presumed that it might had been a coincidence, but it wasn’t. It was as if the rogue as left there as a bait. From Evans back, Ali can smell something abhorrent. Flesh, and blood. The mixture of death, agony and anguish to which extent had he least expected to. Did something happen, while he is gone? Did the rogues he caught attack the village? Fear-stricken, he bring his face to her direction as quickly as he can.

“Where is Lily?” It was her whereabouts whom he imminently put forth in priority first.

He can’t lose her!

Ali’s chest rumbles. It drummed, and continuously thump, more erratic, more destructive.

Evan did not speak. An ethereal silence, which stretched wide is what lies between the pair.

“Evan?” Ali calls again, because she was acting weird.

Oddly enough, when her innocent face suddenly filled with a savage expression, of anger and fury that seem to be inflamed as his hold prolongs towards the rogue on his grasp. He was confused, his confusion to which Ali couldn’t grasp a hold.

“I told you, didn’t I?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “I told you to released him?” And so she screamed.

As she did shout, her soft voice hitting a high-pitched tone, Ali drawback hand instinctively. The moment he did, the rogue escape and left a scrap of its claws on his arms. But bewildered, Ali had not noticed those.

“Why?” His face hardened. “Why are you acting this way?” He continue as he began to approach the child.

But from his perception, it seems that Evan was no longer that child he knew.

“Stop, or I’ll hurt her.” Evan glared at him.

What she said made him stopped on his tracks, halting already. Ali knew whom she was referring to.

His teeth clenched. One thing that Ali hated was being at lost, and having had any idea at what was happening, especially at this moment.

“Where is she?” Ali confronted her.

“Oh, Lily?” Evan mocked him. The rogue stood behind her, it was still growling, but what was weird was the fact that it does no even harm her. Not even a slightest of as if it was respecting Evans decision, so forth. “But I can’t let you see her.”

“Why not?” He was beginning to understand something.

Realization draw its line to Ali. Evan is an enemy. The way she act, it pretentiously suggested that she cannot be trusted.

“What if I tell you that she’s dead?” Evan grins.

Ali’s orbs widened. It was just words without proof, but his chest instantly has been filled with the pain he couldn’t understand. Ali is hurt. It was that kind of pain that was so hard to cure. Unheard at the mere thought that Lily is dead. His was whimpered and so was he. He fight the urge, every scenarios which keep poisoning his head. Interlocked memories, and the past, the betrayals if fate to which Ali couldn’t escape nor he have the ability to conjured that all was nothing.

And so he knew...it was obvious that Evan was an enemy. And perhaps, she was the one who had a use the village to suffer. His stomach churned.

Ali couldn’t believe it...how can a mere child?

But the question is, was she really a child or there’s something more about her?

His fist clenched.

“Who are you?” His eyes meet hers as he spoke of those words.

Evan smiled, it was to sweet, almost nearing for it to be deceiving and fake.

“My name is Evan, and—” She paused, and chuckled. “And I am a runt, Ali.”

On the other Hand, Jasper was slowly coping up with all of the information to which Helga had shared to him. He is lost. He didn’t know that so much had happened, while he is lying unconscious. But what can he do? He has been poisoned, he is almost dying, of it wasn’t for Helga’s help. She also shared to him that it was Tarik, Devon’s mate, whom Helga keeps calling as a young master was the one who had rescued the pair. Presumably assuming that it was the male whom they had encountered long before.

Their first meeting within the forest of the Devonshire Kingdom. But what baffled him was how did Devon had gone missing? Helga did not shared to him how, and why’s. What she said was that Devon runaway, but he knew that she wouldn’t do that for apparent reason.

Devon wouldn’t left him behind, now that he is in a critical condition.

“So, how are you feeling?” Helga asked the moment she came to visit him on his room again.

Jasper settled into giving her a small smile.

“I am all good, thank you.” He responded, feeling still grateful, because it was her who save her from the brink of death.

“You are recovering fast then.” The latter did not hide her surprise as mostly those who had been poisoned with wolfs bane oftentimes fell into a vegetative state, before they would be able to move every parts of their body again. But Jasper, his body seems to be reacting so fast as if his life had not been put in danger, like as if he had not been attacked.

“Was that a good thing?” He joked, chuckling to Helga, who in synch returned it warmly.

“Yes, it was.” Helga nodded her head.

“Then that means I would be able to leave, right?” Out of what she was expecting, Jasper bring up the topic.

That made Helga to lost her smile, and stop for a moment. Right before she sighs.

“Yes, you do.” With that said, the latter turned her back and Unconsciously leave Jasper, who stared at her disappearing silhouette.

“That’s weird.” He uttered, and scratched the back of his nape. “Had I say something, which suggest for her to act that day?”

He didn’t know. Jasper haven’t had any idea, but Helga has.

When she walked back right to where her room was, sullen eyes, the reflection she saw on the mirror which is hanging on the walls were sorrow. The loneliness adherent to how she has always been alone there. Tarik never visit her place, unless it was something important, a request or a favour that he would want done. Then nothing. It’s just...Helga missed the old days, but she knew she’s at fault. She just hope that wherever Devon was, she was safe.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” She whispered but it was too late now to feel lament, regretting something that was already done.

On other hand, Ali have no choice. Even and the rogue guided him, she was threatening him with Lily. And so he comply better than to see Lily being harm by them. He won’t be able to bear with it. To see the woman he adored so much although they are not mate would be so much painful. She matters to him. Lily meant so much for Ali.

He gritted his teeth, a dejavu which bring back memories of the past as he saw his hand tied up, bonded by ropes, and not by metal cuffs. It was like he is going to be punish again, but it was different. They are leading him back to the village, and back to Lily’s arms.

The forest lay much stranger, and off for Ali. The same path to where the smell his nostrils pick became quite intense, and much stronger. The blood combined of death and flesh that has been devoured. The cruelty adherent to think that the villager suffered fate which is much worst than death. It made his stomach churned. He may be a rogue, but it was unbearable. Ali couldn’t endure such thing. It wasn’t right. It was horrific and terrifying, but the questions inside his head remain unanswered. Why and how...why did Evan sided with the rogues, when her scent does not suggest that she is one. It was ironic, and how possible that those grotesque beast become her allies. It doesn’t make sense. Not even on the slightest of. How can a mere child lead those monsters?

But then she said earlier that she is a runt. And runt wolves are not children, although they looks like one. Their appearance may have suggested a pup but technically, their heredity and bloods falls between into a mature wolves who stop growing.

That’s what he failed to notice before, but perhaps it was because Evan doesn’t have a smell, nor most runts.

“Where is she?” Ali asked again, when the path he was being lead to was getting narrowed.

It was taking much longer and the shadows looms more. He doesn’t feel good about it as a foreboding omen made its way to his guts. It was as if something bad is going to happen, as if he was being lead to a trap he couldn’t grasp with.

Ali clenched his jaw. No matter how much he wanted to resist now, he can’t yet, because it would put Lily in danger. Not yet. He told himself. He needed to make sure first that Lily is safe.

@cycy