To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Mourning Moon 1

FIA

I stared at the screen. Tried again. Same message.

My father wouldn’t block me. He barely knew how to use his phone. I’d watched him struggle to figure out texting for years. There was no way he’d gone into his settings and blocked my number.

Which meant someone else had done it for him.

Hazel or Isobel. Had to be. They’d probably convinced him I was dangerous. That I’d tried to hurt Hazel. That I needed to be cut off completely for everyone’s safety.

The phone died in my hand. The screen went black, and I was alone again.

I shoved it back in my pocket and kept walking.

The plan was simple. Get back to Silver Creek. Find my father. Make him listen. He’d believe me if I could just talk to him face to face. If I could explain what really happened. Hazel and Isobel could spin all the lies they wanted, but I was still his daughter. That had to count for something.

It had to.

The forest got denser the farther I walked. The trees grew closer together. The underbrush got thicker. My feet were bleeding from a dozen small cuts, and the wedding dress was in tatters. I’d torn off most of the skirt just to make walking easier. The bodice was still intact, but barely.

Hours passed. Or maybe minutes. Time felt strange in the forest. The sun moved across the sky, filtering through the canopy in shifting patterns of light and shadow.

I should have found a road by now. Or a stream. Or some sign of civilization.

Instead there was just more forest. More trees. More endless walking.

My head started to hurt. Just a dull throb at first. Then sharper. Like someone was pressing their thumbs into my temples.

Dehydration probably. I hadn’t had water since the wedding. Since before the wedding actually. I’d been too nervous to eat or drink anything that morning.

I needed to find water soon. A stream or a pond. Something.

The dizziness hit me without warning. One second I was walking fine. The next the world tilted sideways. I stumbled. Caught myself against a tree trunk. Pressed my forehead against the rough bark and waited for everything to stop spinning.

Panic jolted me awake like a slap. I turned and started running. Branches whipped against my arms and snagged the shredded skirt of the wedding dress. I yanked at the fabric, tore more of it away, and kept going. My lungs burned. My heart slammed against my ribs. All I could think was get out. Out of the trees, out of the flowers, out before it was too late.

The forest blurred past me, trees dissolving into streaks of green and brown. My breath came in ragged gasps. The path dipped and rose and twisted, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. If I stopped now, I’d never get up again.

Somewhere in the chaos of running, hope sparked. There was a break in the canopy ahead. A sliver of something gray between the trunks. Not sky. Not more trees. Pavement. A road.

I pushed harder, legs shaking. My vision tunneled. The edges went black, but the gray strip stayed ahead, beckoning. Just a little farther. Just one more step.

My foot caught on a root. I went down hard, hands scraping against the dirt. The impact knocked the breath out of me, but I crawled forward anyway. The scent of mourning moon clung to me, sweet and sickening. My fingers brushed gravel.

The road.

Relief hit me so hard it felt like another blow. Someone would find me here. Someone had to. A car, a truck, anything. I just had to stay awake long enough to be seen.

I tried to lift my head, to drag myself farther onto the asphalt, but my arms gave out. The sky tilted overhead, a bright slash of blue through the trees. My eyelids fluttered.

Then everything went dark.