His Accidental Luna

THE BLOODSHED, HER PROTECTOR

CHAPTER 33: THE BLOODSHED, HER PROTECTOR

To lie through her teeth, in spite of was the only option Devon was left. She does not actually have anything to do that day. It was just a mere excuse, which blurted unexpectedly, and came rescuing her for whatever shameful act she’ll pulled all of a sudden. Besides, this is where she could settle on to protect herself from another heartache, because the sight already had made her heart bleeds. Drifting far, her mind was, the thoughts in depth head to the pain she failed to bury. How ironic to feel it somehow to the mate she is still unsure of.

“Why does it sting?” She chuckled.

Before she thought, a mate would mean a pure bliss same with how her mother often would describe the feeling. However, it seems to be different, in contrast to what Devon had imagined. The imagery envisioned the vison that come to ruins. Reality had hit her. Striking greatly to wake up Devon from the dreams she had greatly hope for before. She was reminded of a future beheld, a blankness and uncertain bond, which Tarik had made her feel. Then there onwards, the sugar-coated words uttered by Zacahary, yet it also came adherent, hindered by the council for him to wed a vampire, who may have know how to lead more than her. But why is she thinking about that? After all, neither will she end up leading a Kingdom for any of those mate who only made her shed tears. The pain she dwelt in silence, unbeknownst towards the things she’s been dealing with.

She continue, going to somewhere she havent had anny idea of. Destination at lost by the fact that she couldn’t even go to Helenaas well. The latter seems to be handling a lot of things lately. She couldn’t see her shadow, nor her silhoutte who came trotting down on the halls, and so she assumed that she may have a handfuls of as well.

“Where should I go instead?” Devon heaved a deep sigh in silence.

She lost count of how long had she been there on the veranda, wondering. She may not have been lock up, but she couldn’t wander far. Some grounds are still dangerous in Reinsworth Kingdom. They are still vampires, and she is still rogues. Same with the Devonshire, if there are hunters, of course greed also lingered in Reinsowrth. What worries was she haven’t had any idea what they are called or what may have been their features was except for their smell. It was similar with a rotten meat, and flesh spoilt already.

They look grotesque they say, but they can also blend in and as they did, it would be hard to distinguish them from the normal vampires than to those who hunt and drag down some to get devoured.

But she couldn’t stay there eventually. The Palace seems like it was giving her more often the mere thought that Zachary and Soren are still together, in spite of the despite she express. Of course, why would Zachary sided to her? He knew Soren better more than Devon. He could trust her more than her, a mere rogue, a wolf who is still an enemy of their race, regardless of the truce.

With that thought in mind, Devon clenched her fist and undoubtedly morphed into her wolf form. She stood in her glory right before she run to the woods.

Unbeknownst to what lies there on its deepness.

Trees and shades is what first greeted Devon. They lies on a row, they stretched far and they stood tall and high. This embark a new place, a strange and odd ambiance that there is no difference from the woods that the Devonshire have which is in comparable with the Reinsworth Kingdom. Apart from the fact that they belongs to two different rulers. There are streams and rivers. Rover path, which her wolf actually enjoyed a lot. They took fancy as they bathed underneath the sun, the heat gave them a pure bliss sensation as it feels like it’s been quite long since they had been on a run before. It was because they are being careful, and not careless, because of the hunters. One mistake could lead them on doom, especially to death.

“This feels good.” Devon whispered on accordance as she stood there naked.

She found herself ending up on a falls. The water is clear and it is cold against her skin. She submerge her small and petite physique, naked and bare, but she pay no heed. It was common for her species.

Too lost as she was held back by unfathomable thoughts she couldn’t repelled away.

“Why does things are becoming harder for me?” She says.

Her eyes sullen. Her lips protruded into a sorrowful expression.

“Why does I am the one who should shed tears?” Her questions she couldn’t keep at bay as she closed her eyes.

It baffled her greatly. It left her perplexed. Devon all wanted was a home who could open up its doors for her, and somebody who is able to accept every flaws she have. A roof they offered on their arms and the affection that could withstand storm, and catalyst—the bad days, black clouds and the rain pouring in the midst of a chaos. The love that his father give to her mother, something which beat everything as it endured hardships.

She wanted it.

It might have been the deepest desire her heart are seeking after. Or was it because of the loneliness she had grew accustomed with?

Devon looked at her reflection, it does what she did, touching her cheeks and looking a the sadness she was baffled with.

“Am I lonely?” She asked herself, but she earned no response.

The cold breeze swooshed, and for a moment she felt like it was true. Alone, in spite of having some friends fro life, Lily, Jasper and Ali. Devon couldn’t understand. What makes her lonely?

As she stared more, Devon found her reflection distorted.

“We are not alone.” It says as it smile. “We are just hurt, Luna.” It speak of the name she had long forgotten before. The name she hated. It was the identity, who carries all the pain, and the grudge she kept.

For no apparent reason, her eyes watered in reminder of the memory.

“W—why?” Why is she crying now? She didn’t know.

Devon could feel the tears on her eyes, it was beginning to get moist as it watered. Her eyesight, which is begging to get blurry made her confused. But she could t stop. Adherent, it was beyond getting suppress as the sensation brimmed. But she was left confounded.

“W—why am I crying?” Her voice trembled.

Her lips quivered.

But what was more confusing was the fact that her reflection was smiling, it was grinning as she mourn.

Unbeknownst to Devon, she fell on a trap.

“What a tasty snack?” A grotesque being cling on one of the branches of the trees. Its tongue long, its canines were sharp, blackish and burnt skin is what it has. It was more than what the word grotesque could describe.

Eventually, Devon failed to notice the existence of the creature.

Her eyes were trained across towards her reflection, but even so, it won’t be able to go near her no matter how much it yearns to taste the blood running on her neck. It was because the water where she was currently absorb with is magical. It has an enchantment which let most to see their deepest self, the truth, whom they are always been afraid with. The fear they hid, but unconcealed. The anxious thought, and the bothersome scenarios their fear the most. It was the one who brings nightmare so forth. The water that most are scared to even touch a slightest of. It was powerful, and as what it see, there’s no way that the woman would be able to escape its trance.

But the creature was persistent, it’s been so long since he last remember and recall a good fish.

“You couldn’t have her.” But a voice interfered its thoughts.

“Casper.” The creature bared its teeth.

How can it not know who the voice belongs to?

The water is magical for some reason. And as it speak of the name, there’s this sound of wheezing, the sudden sound in clamor before somebody or more like something revealed itself as it stood in front of Devon, who seems to be entrapped, enrobe as she just remain still there without any reaction. Thus far, she looks to be somewhat too lost to even woke up from his magic.

Casper, the mythical water God who had feasted upon soul of those who had been lost in the forest. He fed off from their emotion, from their secret and deepest desire just like is he doing as of the moment.

“She’s mine.” He said, a handsome God with fins, yet his presence emitted menace. He may have look innocent and pure, but his deeds told so otherwise. And it was true that he inhabited that falls. It’s been ages. The Reinsworth Kingdom’s wood and forest literally and technically have creatures it had not expected to inhabit its ground. Same with the God who found himself inside.

“She would be my feast tonight.” He touched her cheeks, and run his fingers on her delicate skin. Bare against him, Casper chuckled, his cheeks redeeming as he slowly lowered his gaze only to be stop by another voice, whom both are not expecting.

“Try to touch her again, and believe me, even if you were a God, I would break your fingers.” It was full of threat, of madness he didn’t know about.

Right on the shadows, where the shades lies. A pair of crimson coloured orbs glinted across. It sparked with fury, burning hate before he made his presence.

The King of the Vampires, Zachary Reinsworth.

And Zachary do not seems happy at all. He was burning with rage, how could he not be? It hadn’t been long since he run after Devon. He knew he is at fault. He should have came after her, instead of discuss some things with Soren regarding the worrisome sightings of the wolves hunters around their hoarders. He should have followed Devon, or this things, in that state could have been prevented. To see a man touched her made his blood boil. His possession, the beast in him as his fangs elongated. He isn’t oblivious that a God had took refuge on his land, on their land, but had he least look forward that he would cause trouble this time.

“Oh, the mighty king is here.” Instead of fear, Casper chuckled, but he did not released Devon. “And what honor had brings you here in my simple home?” He added, although he have an idea why already.

“I am warning you.” Zachary isn’t playing with him.

“And what if I don’t want to let go of her?” Casper whisper, challenging the King. “Are you going to kill for a mere wolf? Not that I know of that you value a rogue.”

But that doesn’t ease his angst fury. Zachary knew all along. He is not blind. He have a sense of smell, which told him Devon’s identity. When he smelt her from afar, on that forest way back in Devonshire, he knew, but he never said he does. Zachary wanted for Devon to be the one who said and introduced herself once she had become ready.

He don’t want to force her and so he waited.

But now, to see her at this state, this is not what Zachary had been looking forward. Hos mate. His precious mate being caressed by another male, touch, and much worst, Casper, the f*****g God had already saw her naked.

His eyes dated. His fury intermingled with his wantons to protect her, but he failed today.

“I warned you.” Zachary uttered through clenched jaw right before darkness took him with want.

A bloodshed he did not fathom before he was ready to unleash.

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