Bound To Be Luna

Chapter four

Chapter Four

The piercing wail of the alarm echoed through the packhouse, shattering the peaceful serenity outside. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked to Rachel, whose face was etched with panic. Without hesitation, she grabbed my arm firmly, pulling me back towards the house.

"Come on, we need to get inside—now!" she urged, her voice trembling but commanding.

I hurried after her, my mind racing. What could have triggered such an emergency? Was it another attack? Or something more sinister?

As we rushed through the corridors, I caught glimpses of pack members rushing past, some with weapons drawn, others with frantic expressions. The atmosphere was tense—fear and urgency thick in the air.

We reached the main hall, where several pack members had already gathered, their faces grim. The alpha’s voice boomed from the front of the room, commanding attention.

"Everyone, stay calm! We will handle this. The perimeter has been compromised—possible enemy intrusion. Stay alert, stay close."

Rachel squeezed my hand tightly. "Elora, I need you to stay here. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back as soon as I can."

Before I could respond, she was gone, disappearing into the chaos.

My stomach clenched with fear. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew it was bad. My mind flickered to Alpha Isaac, and the danger I’d left behind. Was he involved in this? Or was this attack something new, something they hadn’t prepared for?

Suddenly, a figure approached—Gina, the girl with the scowl earlier, looking shaken but determined. She stepped close, eyes wide with a strange resolve.

"Elora... I know what’s happening," she whispered, voice trembling but clear. "There’s a breach—some kind of intruder. I overheard the guards talking. They’re trying to seal the entrance. You need to stay safe."

I stared at her, surprised by her sudden seriousness. Despite her rough exterior, she was showing courage. Maybe she wasn’t just the angry girl I’d seen earlier.

"How do you know all this?" I asked, voice hushed.

"I... I was listening. I’m not just a damaged orphan," she said softly, eyes flickering with a hint of vulnerability. "I want to protect this pack, just like I wish someone had protected me."

Before I could reply, a loud crash echoed from the direction of the front gate. The ground vibrated beneath our feet. The intruders had breached the perimeter.

Panic surged through me as I remembered the stories of pack attacks—how quickly things could spiral into chaos. I looked around desperately for Rachel or anyone in charge.

Suddenly, a deep voice boomed over the comm system, calm but commanding.

"All pack members, prepare for defense. We will not let them take what’s ours."

I felt a surge of determination. I couldn’t just stand here—my pack needed me. Even if I wasn’t a fighter, I had to do something. I clutched my fists, trying to steady my trembling hands.

Gina reached out and took my hand gently. "Elora, listen. You’re safe here. We’ll protect you. But you have to trust us—trust the pack."

I looked into her eyes, finding a flicker of hope amidst the chaos. Maybe this was my chance to prove I belonged, to fight for what I cared about.

As sirens blared and footsteps hurried past, I made a silent vow. I wouldn’t leave this pack—not without a fight. And I wouldn’t let anyone take away the fragile hope I’d begun to find here.

The storm outside was nothing compared to the turmoil inside me. But for the first time since I arrived, I felt a flicker of strength. I was ready to stand my ground.

And I whispered to myself—don’t leave me. Not now. Not ever.

The chaos in the packhouse intensified as more shouts and footsteps echoed through the halls. The walls seemed to tremble with the force of the battle outside. My heart hammered in my chest, and I clung to Gina’s hand, feeling both fear and an unexpected spark of resolve.

Suddenly, the large wooden doors at the entrance burst open with a deafening crash. Shadows spilled into the room—enemy intruders, dark and menacing, their eyes glowing with malevolence. I froze, instinctively shrinking back, but Gina’s grip tightened, anchoring me.

“Stay behind me,” she whispered fiercely, stepping forward without hesitation. Her small frame suddenly looked braver than I had ever seen her. I saw her fists clenched, her jaw set with determination.

From the crowd, a figure emerged—Alpha Kai’s second-in-command, a tall, muscular male with piercing eyes. He barked orders, rallying the pack members to form a defensive line. The atmosphere was electric with tension—fear, anger, and the fierce need to protect what was theirs.

I looked around desperately for Rachel, hoping she was safe. My mind flickered to the last thing she told me—"stay here." I clenched my fists, trying to summon courage.

A loud explosion rocked the building, causing debris to scatter. The enemy was trying to breach the main hall. I could see the attackers—humanoid figures cloaked in dark armor, their eyes cold and unfeeling.

Suddenly, a familiar voice pierced through the chaos. “Elora!” It was Rachel, racing through the crowd with a determined look. She grabbed my arm, pulling me to her side.

“Listen,” she panted, voice urgent. “We need to get to the safe room. It’s behind the old library—there’s a tunnel that leads outside. We can escape through there if we move quickly.”

Without hesitation, I nodded, adrenaline sharpening my senses. Gina, seeing our plan, nodded in agreement. “Follow us,” she said, leading the way.

As we moved through the packhouse, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of déjà vu. This chaos, the feeling of being hunted—reminded me too much of my old life. But this time, I was not alone.

We reached the concealed door behind the bookshelf in the library. Rachel pushed it open, revealing a dark, narrow tunnel. We hurried inside, the air thick and musty, the walls damp with age.

The tunnel was quiet except for our breathing and the distant echoes of the battle outside. I clutched my arms around myself, feeling vulnerable but strangely alive. I knew I had to stay strong—for myself, for the pack, and for the hope that I could find my way back to my people someday.

Gina looked back at me with a fierce expression. “We’re safe here for now, but we have to move fast. The pack needs us to hold together. And you—Elora—you’re stronger than you think. This isn’t just about fighting; it’s about surviving, about finding your place in all of this.”

Her words sparked something deep inside me—a flicker of courage. I looked ahead into the darkness of the tunnel, feeling the weight of uncertainty but also a newfound resolve.

“Don’t leave me,” I whispered, more to myself than anyone else. “Not now. Not ever.”

As the tunnel stretched on, I knew the night was far from over. But I also knew that I wasn’t alone. And somehow, that made all the difference.