Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335: 335-Not My Mate, Please

Clementine:

Troy stepped forward and struck Oriana, and Joshua moved into the way.

Troy pushed him, making him fall, but Joshua got up quickly and spread his arms again.

"Open the door. Please open the door," someone shouted, breaking the chaos.

We heard a voice crying from the entrance.

"What is taking so long?" the person screamed, and we realized that while the noise we had been causing, one of us was still outside.

"That is Nate," Joshua remarked.

The same Joshua who had never cared much about the other crusaders suddenly looked anxious, probably because he understood he was the only one left from his own group.

He began to run toward the entrance, but a voice spoke.

"I am so guilty."

As soon as Nate said that, our bodies froze. He had fallen victim to the Whisperer.

"I’m guilty!" Nate screamed again, and we rushed toward the door.

As soon as Joshua unlocked it and stepped out, we saw Nate standing there, stepping back from us.

He held a silver knife to his chest.

"Nate, please put it down," Joshua urged while I looked around for any sign of the Whisperer.

"I shouldn’t have left Yash behind." When Nate said that, everyone paused before we began moving toward him, trying to get him to lower the knife, but he kept stepping back.

"I am guilty of watching the Wendigos enter the mansion, but I was so scared I left Yash behind when he fell. The last time I saw him, he reached out his hand for help. I am guilty because I knew that Wendigo took him, yet I told no one and even brought everyone back into the same deadly mansion with Wendigos," Nate announced.

At that point we needed to reach him because he was going to stab himself.

As soon as we ran toward him, it happened. He stabbed himself.

"No!" Joshua cried, but he did not reach him in time.

Joshua collapsed to his knees, and stayed in place, silently staring at the falling body of Nate.

Everyone screamed and rushed to Nate, trying to pull out the knife.

Joshua did not move. He stayed on his knees as if he had gone still.

Nate was gone. We had lost him, and the Whisperer seemed to have grown bloodthirsty because the moment Nate died, I lifted my head and saw the Whisperer in the distance.

I guessed our attack had made him angrier.

"Come on, everybody, we need to get back inside!" I yelled, pointing toward the door.

But right then I noticed Oriana barely standing near the entrance.

For a moment everyone stared at her. We all knew how vindictive she could be.

She might have used this moment to shut the door on us.

"Come on, guys, come back inside, quick!" she screamed, gesturing toward the station, and everyone began to sprint.

As expected from Yorick, he quickly lifted Nate’s dead body.

Then we all ran toward the subway station, trying to get away from the Whisperer.

As we rushed toward the station, a violent force slammed into us and flung everyone backward.

It wasn’t wind, nothing natural moved like that. The Whisperer was advancing with his arms lifted, shoving us away with an invisible pressure.

He stayed upright, one leg braced behind him like his feet were glued to the road.

When he looked past me at the Whisperer, there was fire in his eyes.

Troy rushed to grab Mira from us, securing her more tightly.

The Whisperer was closing in.

"Everyone—forget the station!" I shouted. "We’re running straight into his path like idiots. Move toward Fleshmingo Town! There’s a safe place there. We can lock ourselves in or at least buy distance!"

The group didn’t hesitate. They turned and sprinted away from the monster. I held Ian’s hand as we ran.

Then a heavy thud sounded behind us.

I stopped sharply and whipped around, Ian’s hand still in mine.

And I heard the most cursed words spill out behind me:

"I am guilty."

A sharp gasp escaped everyone at the same time while my eyes kept widening.

In all the chaos, I had forgotten that any one of us could be affected too.

When it turned out to be my mate speaking, my breath caught in my throat.

"What are you saying?" I uttered.

"I am guilty," he repeated.

"No. You are not." I stepped toward him, but then I saw what he had grabbed.

During the commotion, he had picked up a silver rod that the wind had knocked loose.