Second Chance for the Barren Luna (Talia and Jason) novel Chapter 90

Talia’s POV

I woke up in darkness. I tried to sit up, but my wrists and ankles burned every time I moved. The pain shot up my arms and legs. I knew the pain immediately. I was shackled in silver chains.

My head throbbed. I looked around to see that I was sitting on a grimy floor of a dungeon cell. How in the hell did I get here?

I closed my eyes and reached inward. I called my wolf. I desperately needed her right now.

‘Please. Please wake up. I need you right now. I don’t know what to do,’ I called out within me, but I received no response. The emptiness I felt only made my anxiety increase.

“Focus. I need to remember how I got here, so I can figure out how to get out,” I told myself.

I remembered the Hunting Rite gathering. My brother was at my side and then I noticed a flash of movement outside the banquet hall. It was the silhouette of a person that was familiar. A face that I will never forget.

Viki.

I told myself I was mistaken. She was dead or at least supposed to be dead. I excused myself because I had to be sure and crossed the courtyard with a guard at my shoulder. Solon had insisted I keep them close since the night in the library. With my wolf silent and my healing slowed, I knew I needed them. I told myself that this was Silverfang land and that nothing would happen to me with patrols so close.

“If something happens, I need you to alert the Alpha King and Prince Solon as soon as possible,” I told the guard. If this was Viki, she probably did not have any good intentions for being here.

“Yes, Princess,” the guard confirmed.

I followed the silhouette into the forest. The music from the hall was long gone now replaced by the creaking of branches in the night breeze. I kept going until the trees grew dense enough to block the last of the lights from the pack house. That was when I saw her.

Viki was tied to a tree. Her dress hung in shreds; her hair was matted against her face. She still had on the dress from her failed Luna ceremony. She looked like someone who had drugged her a long distance.

I hated her, but Viki didn’t deserve this. No one did.

“Viki,” I said, standing in front of her. “Look at me.”

Her eyes fluttered open and focused on me. She winced like her entire body hurt. “Help me,” she whispered. “Talia Please. They thought I was a rogue. They tied me up and ran. Please.”

It did not make sense. Guards in Silverfang did not abandon a tied rogue in the dark. They did not leave women bound to trees. Every instinct I had told me to wait and call Solon or Beta Logan.

Viki swallowed and tried to lift her head. “Please, Talia.”

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