He’s disfigured by horrifying bite scars, and his face shrank. He looks like a monster, sweating and breathing hard like some savage. He steps closer, and I struggle to move away. My leg is so painful, my whole lower body is numb from the pain. I try to push with my arms, but my desperate efforts are useless. I can only grab a few meters before he catches me. I suddenly scream in pain. He’s deliberately stomping on my injured leg!
“How pathetic you look... Look at you. A Luna? A Royal? You’re just a little slut, crawling in dirt...”
I have to get away from him! Marcus points this gun at me, but my arms are moving on their own. My instincts act before I think— my wolf knows we have to. My leg is a whirl of pain... Like ice running through my veins, paralyzing me.
“You should have seen all this coming, Nora. Running away from me? Hiding in Black’s shadow? Did he have fun with you? Did you become his bitch!”
This tongue of his is spilling words like poison. I don’t want to hear Damian’s name in his filthy mouth! Another gunshot bursts through the air and I stop moving. He shot a hole right in front of me.
“No bodyguard, no Black left to protect you, Nora... Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?”
“Don’t... fucking touch me,” I growl.
He laughs, like the insane monster he is. All of a sudden, I feel a violent pain in my stomach, and his foot kicks me again. I lose my breath.
His hand brutally grabs my hair, and I try fighting him off. He starts dragging me around, my bloody leg leaving atrail behind me. Moon Goddess, it hurts! I feel my body going numb again, losing strength.
“What the...? Let her go!”
Nate’s voice. Yelling. Growling. Gunshots.
I try to open my eyes. A body on the ground is getting further from me. I see the light blue eyes closing, and I lose consciousness...
Chapter 16
My head hurts...
Something cold, heavy, and painful is lacerating my wrists. I feel heavy myself, almost numb. Where am I? It’s so dark... Something reeks, too. What happened to me? I feel so weird. Like I’ve been... drugged.
I can’t see a thing, but it’s horribly cold, and my instincts tell me I’m underground... a basement? There doesn’t seem to be any window or any air circulating. It feels like a small room, yet I can’t hear anything but my own breathing. No wait, something’s dripping... Some water?
I’m so cold. I struggle to remember, but with this headache... How long have I been there? What about Damian? Where is my mate? Is he fine? There was... so much blood... Did someone help him? I want to ask my wolf, but I can’t feel her at all! This is so weird like she’s... asleep or gone. I’ve never felt so utterly alone. I feel like I was a few years ago. It terrifies me.
The battle... The explosions... Who did this, and why? So many people died or were severely injured. Moon Goddess, I hope the highest number possible survived this. What was the Gold Moon Clan thinking? Did they lose it when they understood William wouldn’t side with them against Damian?
Suddenly, I hear a ruckus. What’s going on? Footsteps? Someone is approaching. Gosh, my leg and head are so painful already...
“So, you’re awake, you whore!”
The next second, a violent kick in my stomach radiates pain through me. I gasp for air, unable to breathe, struggling. Before I can come to my senses, I feel someone stomping brutally on my leg. I scream, unable to hold it. This is unbearable! I suddenly remember I was shot right there, and I can feel the blood running on my legs—a sharp, shrilling pain where the bullet is still located. My own voice screams in my ears, and I can only hear half of what he’s saying.
“...should have died... What you... Lost everything because of Black... Pay for it...”
I don’t care, I don’t care about anything that bastard says. I ignore him and bite my lip, unable to take the pain. His foot on my leg is crushing me, pressing so hard until I hear something actually breaking, and a new wave of pain takes me out.
I wake up again, and there’s a taste of blood in my mouth. I’m alive... But still in pain, too. Is he gone? I try to move, but Moon Goddess, my leg... It still hurts so much; I can barely believe I was unconscious with this pain. And this cold, too. I’m shaking. Oh, Moon Goddess, my stomach, too... Marcus is crazy and even more dangerous. Next time, he might really kill me... How long have I been there? Are they looking for me? I can’t even reach out to anyone; whatever he gave me is strong enough to keep my inner wolf in some sort of coma... I can barely stay awake, myself. I hear footsteps away and something glass-like breaking. It smells like... Alcohol. Is that whiskey?
“You... slut! You think they will ca-catch me? They can... nev... never get me! I’ll send your... your corp... corpse back to him! B... Black should die, too!”
Moon Goddess, I can’t see him, but he is so drunk... I try to move and feel broken glass under my fingers. Crap, this is so dangerous... I need to do something to get out of here. How do I make him talk?
“Wh... Why Damian? He did nothing to... you,” I mutter, almost unable to talk.
“Black, t-took everything from me! He took my... my dignity! A s-slut like you is just... j-just a whore!”
Whatever he’s saying doesn’t make any sense, but I don’t care. I feel him getting closer, and I try to move or crawl away, anyway I can. I feel sharp little pieces of glass pierce my skin, but this is the least of my problems right now. Moon Goddess, he reeks of alcohol!
“Stay away from me!”
