Luna Thalassa's Awakening

Chapter 4

_Thalassa's POV_

With a sigh, I moved closer to the door, wiped the tears from my eyes, and tried to compose myself as best as I could. Slowly, I unlocked and opened the door to reveal my sister, Marina, standing on the other side. Her presence only added to my confusion and frustration. I couldn't imagine what she could possibly want at a time like this.

I looked at her with weary eyes and asked, "Marina, what do you want? Can't you see I'm going through a lot right now?"

Marina's smirk widened as she locked her cold, triumphant gaze with mine. The malice in her eyes was evident. "Oh, Thalassa," she began with a wicked delight, "you really have no idea, do you? Your true mate has rejected you and you will remain alone for the rest of you life."

I stared at Marina in disbelief, her words cutting deep into my already wounded heart. The pain was excruciating, and her taunts only made it worse. Her smirk and cruel delight were like salt on my emotional wounds.

"You're cursed, Thalassa," she continued, her voice dripping with venom. "You always were. It's no wonder Killian never wanted you. He's always seen me as his true mate. I deserve happiness, and you, well, you deserve to suffer like this."

I couldn't comprehend how she could be so heartless, especially in a moment when I was at my most vulnerable. I had always wanted to believe in the bonds of sisterhood, but her actions and words shattered that belief entirely.

Tears welled up in my eyes again, but this time, they were tears of anger, frustration, and heartbreak. I knew there was nothing more to be said to her. I couldn't bear to listen to her taunts any longer. In silence, I turned away, closed the door on her face, and locked it.

Marina's cruel words echoed in my mind, adding to the weight of despair that already burdened me. The pain had become unbearable, and it felt like the world was closing in on me. I couldn't take it any longer.

As I stood in my room, contemplating my bleak existence, a desperate idea began to form. Running away seemed like the only option left. I couldn't endure the pain and humiliation any longer. The pack, my family, and even my sister had treated me with nothing but cruelty. It was time to seek solace elsewhere.

But escaping from the pack territory was no easy feat. Guards were stationed around the borders, watching for any signs of movement. I knew that my best chance lay in the south border, which was rumored to be dangerous and avoided by most pack members. The forest beyond the South border was said to be infested with rogues.

Yet, that danger was a small price to pay for freedom from the agony that had become my life. I knew I had to be careful, avoid being seen, and stay hidden from the watchful eyes of the guards. It was a risk I was willing to take, for anything was better than the torment of staying.

I began to make preparations for my escape, gathering a few supplies and essential items that I could carry. I placed some food, water bottles, a change of clothes, and a knife into my backpack. The items were carefully selected for their practicality and necessity, as I knew I had to travel light.

I checked to ensure I had everything I needed, and with a heavy heart, I decided it was time to go. The night was my only ally in this daring escape, and I needed to make my move while the guards were least alert.

As I stood in my room, I took one last look around, taking in the place that had been my home and prison for so long. With a deep breath, I unlocked and opened the window, careful not to make a sound. The cool night air brushed against my skin, carrying the scent of freedom.

I carefully climbed out of the window onto the ground. I began to run in the direction of the South border. As I ran, my senses were on high alert. I knew that getting caught was not an option. The consequences would be dire, and I couldn't bear to think of what my parents would do to me if they discovered my escape attempt. Imprisonment within the pack's territory was a fate I couldn't accept.

Every rustling leaf, every snapping twig, set my heart racing. I kept my eyes peeled for any signs of the guards, their watchful presence a constant threat to my freedom. My breath came in quick, shallow gasps as the anxiety of the situation weighed heavily on me.

In the distance, a dimly lit figure moved. Panic surged through me as I realized it was a guard. I quickly sought refuge behind a thick bush, my breath held in anticipation. The rustling leaves masked my presence, and I watched as the guard passed by, oblivious to what was taking place right under his nose. It was a close call, but I had to keep moving. The night was still my ally, and I couldn't let anything stop me from reaching the border.

As I continued to move cautiously, my heart pounding with each step, I believed I was getting closer to my escape. The night shrouded me like a protective cloak, but I remained vigilant. Every sound, every shadow, could be a potential threat.

My hope surged as the border drew near, and I felt a glimmer of freedom within reach. The cool night air refreshed me, invigorating my resolve. Then, as I was almost there, with the border just a few steps away, a deep male voice broke the silence.

"Hey, you there! What are you doing?"

I froze, terror gripping my heart. I turned to see a guard quickly approaching me. Panic coursed through me, and my mind raced for a response. I had to think quickly, but I was trapped between the looming border and the guard who was closing in. My chances of escape were slipping away.

Time seemed to slow down as I tried to think of a way to escape this perilous situation. The consequences of being captured were too severe, and I couldn't let that happen. The guard was closing in, his eyes narrowing as he recognized me.

I had to make a split-second decision. Without hesitation, I sprinted away from him, running deeper into the forest. The adrenaline pumping through my veins gave me the strength to push my body to its limits. I could hear the pounding of my heart, matching the rhythm of my desperate escape.