From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 348

ZARA.

Run, Zara.

But my feet wouldn’t move.

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A wet gurgling sound snapped my gaze to the couch.

Denver.

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His throat split open from ear to ear. A fresh wave of crimson flowed down his chest, soaking into the cushions beneath him. His hands were pressed uselessly to his neck. His eyes found mine.

“No no no. You’re dead. He killed you.” Liam chuckled darkly.

“I’ll kill anyone to have you.”

The word landed like a slap.

He glanced at Denver like he was nothing, then focused back on me. Bile rose in my throat. His eyes weren’t brown anymore. They burned an orangey gold.

“Mine.”

His claim wrapped around my ribs and squeezed. The light flickered overhead, shadows stretching across the linoleum, and his body began to change. Not all at once. Slowly. Horribly. Bones pushed beneath his skin, shoulders widening, arms lengthening as black fur tore through flesh. His jaw forced itself forward, teeth stretching into long, curved blades as his mouth widened far past human.

Liam dropped to all fours. The man was gone. In his place was something massive and black, muscle rolling under sleek fur, orange eyes locked on Denver who somehow stood near the fridge now.

The panther pounced. Denver screamed once before its jaws closed around his throat, tearing it open in a spray of blood that exploded outward–hot, choking, everywhere. It splashed across my face and chest, soaked my clothes, and slicked the floor beneath my hands as I fell to my knees.

Denver’s body hit the linoleum right next to me and didn’t move again. The panther turned toward me, blood dripping from its mouth as it stalked forward. Fear stole the air from my

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lungs. I scrambled to stand, rushing toward the bathroom, bare feet slipping in blood.

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The door slammed shut just as he hit it from the other side. The handle jerked violently in my grip. The wood rattled under massive claws scraping down the other side. The impact shook the frame again and again. The door bowed inward as Liam’s beast threw its weight against it, snarling viciously. I pressed myself against the door, screaming, certain it was about to give, certain I was about to die.

Tears clouded my vision. The tile beneath my feet creaked. I glanced down to see wood grain bleeding through white ceramic, spreading like a stain. A whimper lodged in my throat.

“How –”

The air changed first. Beer and blood coated the back of my throat. Damp. Metallic. The walls stretched taller. Narrower. The flickering bathroom light thinned into a single dangling bulb above my head.

I was standing at the top of Denver’s basement stairs.

“This isn’t real.”

I cried harder, a terror I couldn’t escape squeezing my chest like a vice. Something shifted in the dark. A sharp crack. Then another. Wet. Grinding. Bone snapping and sliding back into place.

“No. You’re not real.”

A growl rolled up from below. Low and animalistic. It vibrated through the wood and into my bones. I forced myself to turn around, my back resting against the wooden door, the movement behind it now silent. Two glowing orange–gold eyes opened at the bottom of the

stairs.

I gasped, fingers fumbling for the door handle behind me, never breaking eye contact. If I looked away, he would pounce. My lungs burned. My hands were numb.

I found the handle, twisted.

And the floor vanished beneath me, and I was falling backward into nothing-

I sat up quickly. My knife was clutched in my hand. I was in my bed, in my apartment, gasping for air, my heart hammering, my skin soaked in cold sweat. My hands shook as I dragged them over my face, grounding myself in the silence, in the absence of blood.

It was just a dream.

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That was what Dr. Lily had told me. Trauma did this. My brain turned Liam into a beast because it was easier than remembering the truth. Liam hadn’t turned into anything. He had slit his brother’s throat with a knife that night in the basement.

I shoved my blade back under my pillow.

I swallowed hard and rolled onto my side, forcing the image away like I always did. Believing it was only a nightmare was the only way I could sleep at all.

I flipped onto my back and squinted at the offensive red numbers glowing from the clock. 5:30 a.m. I thought I’d catch up on some much–needed rest.

Apparently fucking not.

I dragged the pillow over my face and screamed into it, the sound swallowed and muffled by fabric. I was sick and tired of the night terrors. I punched it twice in frustration, fluffing it uselessly before flopping it back under my head and staring up at the peeling paint and water marks on the ceiling.

I wished Lily wasn’t leaving. It felt like abandonment and I hated it. I blinked back tears as I considered group therapy. I still had an alarm set for nine A.M..

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