His Accidental Luna

LILY IS ENTRAPPED

CHAPTER 27: LILY IS ENTRAPPED

The night passed by in a hazy blur. The obsidian vibrant blue coloured sky has been replaced by the antagonistic onyx black hue. It spread wide and Lily who had been looking after the village felt her muscles are slowly growing tired—weary at how much she tried to save some but she failed to do so. They are getting worst, and those who had manage to fight over before had fallen again into their death bed. What more was the fact that Ali hadn’t returned yet and with her worries combined with thoughts which doesn’t help much, she felt defeated.

It was as if she had no one, except for...Evan. It was child whom she had gotten cured, and now she looks much stronger. However, not her heart. She knew how much it shattered onto pieces upon witnessing the specs of the dying friend and pack. The family they had here in compatible to the Kingdom’s bond. It was just too tragic, the same way how Lily saw her coven fall long before leaving her no home nor an abode. She can have a new one if she asks for a coven to take her, but she choose not to. She choose to be chase after by those memories she had. By those ghost in the past, whom even today she couldn’t let go off.

Lily isn’t oblivious that she needed to, but she just couldn’t.

Her memories bring her back to the tragedy during the dark ages....

The fire split into two. It was raging, setting ablaze the whole place. It is war. The witches is being attacked by forces brought by the Goddess who cause this chaos. Nobody can escape. Nobody could outrun her wrath as her laughter resonant the way they cry for her mercy. The smell of burning flesh, a lump of meat and bones being roasted alive, burnt until nothing remain is what filled Lily’s nostrils. Tear-stricken as she run, looking back and forth, but she is scared. The explosions and fires had made her terrified for her to wish that all were just a dream and soon she’ll woke up from this nightmare.

“Run! Gather everyone and run to the North!” She heard the head of the witches of their coven screamed out as the others cleared their way.

They are pouring their magic, but she knew exactly that pushing into their limit would cost them their life. Their magic is an equal to how their breathe. They became the source of it as it fed on their power. It was that kind of blood which is capable to make them stronger, but it’s true in fact that all have a price.

“Get close, and don’t get lost!” Calver added.

Lily trembled as she followed s hi t, but her eyes moved towards the barrier on top of their coven, which is slowly cracking. And the monsters—the beast sent to their coven seems like they could past through, leading for son to fight. They look grotesque. They have hind legs and teeth which looks sharp as they ravage some witches. They devoured them as they howled loudly, what more is that they reeks—it is that kind of smell as if somebody beyond getting rotten. They do not have fur, but a skin, which is blackish in coloured. They mirrored death, and reflected that chaos—the punishment onslaught path by the Goddess of war whom they refuse to take sides with.

“M—mom?” Lily called in hope that she may be able to see her mother among the crowds, the escapade that will lead them to the north, where the vampires lies for their aid.

But to no avail, nobody return her calls.

“Dad? Ethan?” Lily was anxious. Somebody turned his head, and her heart leap in joy, hoping for it to be either his brother but it wasn’t. It was just another boy, whom she often see in their coven.

He shook his head to her.

“They are gone.” He said.

Lily frowns.

“What?” She asked confused. “Had they left already?”

Without her? That would be impossible! Her father and her mother, even Ethan wouldn’t do that. One way or another, they would do something just so they could save her, but today....it’s different. Lily woke up without then on her side and the chaos and turmoil already unfolding ahead. And believe her when she said that it was a disaster.

“No.” The boy shook his head off. He looks solemn, sorrowful even. “They are gone...they are dead, Lily.”

“W—what...” Lily was lost for words.

She had nothing to say, nothing to uttered as her lips parted in shock. What he said felt like it spread inside of her like a wolf fire that was spitting slowly, burning into ashes their coven..

They are dead....

“N—no.” In an utter refusal, vigorously shook her head off. “Y—you are lying!” She gritted her teeth.

Out of anger and disbelief, she took a step back. The boys orbs widened, seemingly knowing what she is going to pull off.

“No—” But he was too late now as Lily turned her back to run.

Nobody dare stop her, perhaps because his screams has been muffled by the turmoil they are having already.

Lily shook every thoughts she had. Every worst scenarios, which keep filling her head. It’s too much, when the possibility isn’t something she could longer ignore. If he is spitting the facts, then she didn’t know what to do. She was running and it feels like her heart knows where it should bring her be until she end up on a clearing right on the corner of her house. Their house.

But the sight left her broken—disheartened as she panted. Breathless as fresh tears rushed on her eyes leaving it moist. If she have no words earlier and so as of this moment. Lily wanted to screamed above, thrashed her head and let alone an outburst.

“M—mam...a..” She falls beside her. It looks as if she was just sleeping. Her eyes are close same with Ethan, and her father, but they all felt cold. They all seems lifeless as no warmth emitted from them. Lily bit her lips. To think about the worst scenarios about how they end up this way is much harder. Nevertheless, the blame she had put forth towards the one who had began this war.

That Goddess....who destroyed everything and stole the family, whom Lily only have.

She may have survive, but eversince that day, Lily ought to avenge them by making herself stronger the moment she become aware of the prophecy that the three kingdoms tried to hid. As the curse unfolded and the blood red moon take over its dominion again, it says that another war would thrive the land and fed on the blood of those fallen species. Nobody know when, but Lily unlike before had come prepared. It may be a god, but that doesn’t mean she couldn’t be killed.

She was at that moment, drawn towards her thoughts when she heard a knock on the room she was currently occupying for the night.

“Lily?” It was Evan.

Her head she stick out after she calls and pushed opened the door.

“I’m here.” Lily answered.

Her eyes are red, on her arms she was holding a pillowcase.

“Can I sleep here for tonight?” Evan shyly asked.

“You can, come here.” Lily smiled and patted the space right beside the cloth she made as a bed.

“Really?” Happily, the latter run to where she was, and quickly filled the spot.

Staring at how happy Evan was, and how innocent she look, Lily had forgotten almost how much had she doubted her to what Sofia had said. She claim that it was Evan, but how can this poor sweet girl do something horrible like that?

Lily sigh. It might have been because she was sick that’s why Sofia said that. Lily thought.

What she failed to realized was outside the village, where the shadows lies were those men, or more likely clothed beast who ws itching to take their turns as the flesh inside the villages smell so appealing for their hunger. They drools as the people suffered more. They feasted upon their torments as they remain there.

“I’m famish.” One said and their voice came out between growl brimming with malice, menace that they invested on themselves as they made a detour.

“Not yet.” One harshly sneered to it. “She haven’t given the signal yet.” It added.

“Why are we even listening to her?!” It growled lowly, but then no matter how much they growl or how loud it would be, the wolves in the village wouldn’t even do anything at all. They are weak. Their senses are becoming frail and their wolves are slowly drying from the poison they had brew for them.

Yes, it was them. The rogues of the night who was waiting exactly for the right moment to pounce. They are there, patient, but they didn’t know how much longer they could wait.

They are supposed to feast on them, only if that witch and that rogue, which ironically do lot appeared same as them. He appeared sane. It was as if he remain intact, while they almost lost themselves which they did. It was unfair, and unjust. They rot, while he live a life they should have only if their Alpha isn’t a fool and completely idiotic leader. Same with the others and what many had known, rogues were the one who had been thrown out from the home they grew up with. One in particular because they made mistakes, which angered their Alpha.

But nonetheless, one way or another—what they did was beyond any forgiveness they could give and so the rogues pry over to those pack. They are mad, and angry—their angst fury fuelled by a lot of things. Their hate which filled every vein left on them to those antagonistic Alpha. They serve, but this is what they all get. To become a monster they once loathed.

“Because she is the one who fed is, fool!” The later relied angrily.

They are tense, and their eyes are becoming more red—the crimson coloured emitting the bloodlust that their beast calls. Why inside of them was no longer a wolf, but something sinister. Once they lost control over to it, there would be a disaster, and that’s what they are trying to avoid with.

Not yet, they couldn’t revealed themselves yet as they knew why witches are capable of. They had fought against them in war, in a battle and they had nothing, there are no chances left for them to survive if ever they had become enemies. Witches may have fed on their magic, it might have been their strength, but they couldn’t underestimated what they are or may have been capable of.

The larger rogue had his eyes glued towards the cabin where lily was.

“It won’t take long until she falls for our trap.” He said carefully licking his lips and canines protruded as he uttered those words. “If that happens, you can do whatever you wanted, you can fed to whoever you would be pleas to, but if I said wait, be patient or all our efforts would be futile.”

Somebody growl from the group, but nobody dare to stood against him, because they knew that he have a point.

Inside their cabin, the bait is working its way towards the oblivious Lily. And they are right for using an innocent facade, a mask wore by one of their allies. Evan. She is the one who had poisoned the village like what Sofia said. It was the child who may look as if she couldn’t harm a fly, but she did. She caused death, and she is going to fed them...to those monsters.

As Lily closed her eyes, Evan’s lips stretched across. It was smile—no, she is grinning as her eyes sparked with joy. On her pocket, she gets a potion which filled something that doesn’t means good. The poison she had gotten her hands with as it slowly take the life of each wolves in that village.

The bait of the rogues. The missing culprit was a child. It was her just like Sofia said.

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