Chasing the rejected Luna novel Chapter 61

I growled and my eyes adjusted to the dark instantly. There was Dianne's mother standing not too far away from me with a smirk on her face. And a look that said she had predicted it all. 

"You actually came running like a fool just like I expected. You never fail to amuse me how foolish you can be," she said and my wolf growled as he stalked towards her. 

It didn't strike me off how all of her men were still in their human form like they didn't treat me like a treat. I was wholly focused on Dianne's mother and how food it would feel to have her heart beating in my paw before it finally stopped. 

But while I stalked her, there was no fear in her eyes. Which was another off thing. But I didn't fail to notice that. In my anger, I only thought her to be a fool for fighting the fear I almost saw go through her eyes. 

I expected it because my wolf form was a sight to behold. My wolf was just as menacing as the rumors had said. It was huge, bigger than a normal wolf and its eyes were something that could induce fear into the hearts of others. 

I could hear Orion pounding into the door but that was the back of my mind as my blood pumped faster in my veins as I stared at the woman who had caused me pain for almost three days. 

"I would advise you to turn around and go back the same way you came. Dianne had surely been of help here. I forgive her even if she betrayed me. She is just still a child and has a lot to learn. From me,” she sighed dramatically and held a hand to her chest, her eyes turned to heaven. 

Soon, I found her within arm's reach and I could feel the joy it brought my wolf. Or was it me? I couldn't tell because our emotions were all over the place, mixing together. 

"Well, ever the stubborn wolf," Dianne's mother said as her eyes lost all their amusement and shine. She looked deeply into mine. "Do it."

It took me a moment to realize she wasn't talking to me but to the people or the person behind her who was holding a gun. 

It failed to explain to me the reason someone would be holding him in that precarious situation when it was well-known a gun could not harm a wolf. But that was until I felt a little prick against my fur. 

My wolf growled and looked at the person who had let out the trigger and found it to be a small man who looked like he would pass out from my stare. 

Out of fright, he shot another and my wolf smirked, thinking how it must be to end these fool's lives in a matter of minutes. But the thought died in me when I felt the unmistakable pain travel through my veins. Wolfbane. 

How dare she?! I looked at Dianne's mother and found a smile on her face. "I warned you," she said in a sing-song voice. 

She was saying something else but I could barely register what she was saying as pain racked through me. The concentration of the wolfsbane had to be so high or even undiluted for such a small amount to affect me so well. 

I tried fighting it and willed my wolf to move further but I found myself sinking into the pain that engulfed me. Soon, I found myself on the floor, writhing from the pain in every part of me. 

It all.looked like a joke to her as she burst into laughter and I felt arms all over me as they tied me with silver. It burned my skin as I felt part of my skin melt away from the intense heat but it didn't help that I couldn't feel my wolf any longer. 

It reminded me of the times I was dealt with by my father using wolfsbane when I was still a teenager. He used it a whole lot on me. I feared I might eventually die from having too much of it on me. But it didn't work that way. No one can ever get used to the pain of getting wolfsbane thrown on them. 

And soon, I stumbled into the darkness. I awoke hours later in a dark room. It took me some time to get used to the darkness. 

"Alexander? Oh thank goodness, I thought you were gone. I wanted to make sure you are still alive. You were barely breathing when they brought you in," I heard Sophia's voice and I stiffened. 

How much I had missed her voice and her face. I turned my face slowly to the sound of her voice, too slow so I could have the time to realize it was all in my head before staring at a space. 

 It wasn't a space. She was there with me, looking at me with wide eyes and a worried face. She was alive and well, with no sign that she had almost died. Although there were a few bruises on her face and signs that there had been some kind of struggle between her and someone else. But apart from that, she was hale and ….

"Alexander?" She called out to me and I realized I had been staring at her for so long without blinking my eyes.