Rejected His Miracle Luna (Dorothy and Ignatius) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125 

-Angie 

I crept along the outskirts of Belile territory, taking care not to wander too close to the cloaked shifters who gathered around the clearing. Their numbers had grown since Fae and I had last spied them. 

They were joined by a legion of vampires who reclined around the fires, feasting on the bloody carcusses of fallen Belile soldiers. I wanted to wretch, staring into the empty eyes of people I had fought alongside, 

Now lifeless and broken, bloodbanks for the parasites to gorge on as they saw fit 

Following Ignatius public retirement, I had slipped off unseen and made my way back to the scene of the battle. When I made it to Stonespoke a few hours earlier, the ground was still wet with blood. 

1 traced the vampires scent from there, eventually catching and following the putrid odor that Johan gave off. It had led me back to Belile, where the battle had started, where we had to leave our dead in the urgency of the light. 

Fac stayed behind to calm the flailing Bielke. The thought of my mate alone with a crowd of desparate, terrified soldiers had me uneasy. But they were soldiers I’d trained myself, and I had to have faith in their loyalty to me. They wouldn’t hurt one of their own, 

Although, they weren’t the only danger out there. Without an alpha to guide them, the Bielke was vulnerable. Prime candadites for a spontaneous attack. 

Focus, you idiot” I pressed my fist to my temple, unwilling to let the dire situation dissuade me from my task. 

This imposter needed to be unveiled, our people needed to see Johan’ for what he truly was before he could ascend to alplia. 

I peeked through the trees at the gathering, eyeing the small white tent on the far end. If Johan was anywhere, it would be there. It was time to expose this imposter for the blood-sucking parasite he was, 

I wasn’t sure how exactly I planned to do that, but I pressed on anyway, circling the gathering as I slinked closer to the mysterious white tent. Staying out of sight was far from easy, with both shifters and vampires standing guard nearby 

But my secent was masked and my step was light, and I eventually saw an opening. 

Crouching on the balls of my feet and clawing my nails into the dirt. I moved closer to the tent. The light breeze worked in my favor, rustling around me as I crawled on. The grass was long enough to hide my creeping form an environtent that was part of my nature – and I knew intinctivly how to use it to my advantage. 

I crept as close as I could to the singular tent, unil there was nothing but a bare patch of dirt between me and my end goal. I eyed the shifter who stood guard nearby, bolting toward the flapping canvas the moment he had his head turned. 

I crawled under the the folds of the tent, wriggling on my belly and scrambling to my feet with my blades drawn. 

Inside it was dark Pitch black, in fact. My stomach turned at the overwhelming stench of death that hit me in the face. 

I braced myself for an attack, peering into the shadows of the tent. I had no idea if vampires could see in the dark, and I wasn’t willing to take any chances. I listened intently, but the tent was silent as the grave. If the imposter vampire was int here, he didn’t make a sound. 

After a few moments of tense waiting, I ventured to speak. “I know you’re in here? 

I was quietly relieved that my voice retained an air of control. I hoped the imposter could not see how violently my hands. 

The darkness gave no answers, and I wondered if I had been wrong in my assumptions. It could have been a trap, some elaborate plan to lure me into their clutches. 

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But nothing leapt at me-from the shadows, and outside I could hear the cloaked fanatics talking among themselves. None of them suspected anything, 

The tent could have been empty. Perhaps the fake Johan had left before I’d arrived. But then again, that overpowering scent. The ungodly sensation of rot that denotated the presence of a corpse. 

The vile odor was strongest in here, as if the enigmatic man was standing right in front of me. 

I tried to swallow, but my throat was dry. My voice, when I spoke was a small croak, “Show yourself.” 

Still, the shadows gave up none of their secrets and I shifted on the balls of my feet. Sweat broke out on my brow and 1 sucked in a deep breath. 

Transferring both my blades to one hand, I reached into my back pocket for my cell. Flicking it on, I shone the blueish light at the ground before me. The meager light illuminated nothing more than my dirty boot. 

I took a small step forward, and then another. My heart hammered in my chest and I fought to keep my breathing even. I took another step and froze. 

The weak circle of light now included more than my feet. There was a pair of pale, bare feet of another, a mere inches from 

me 

Sitting a shrick. I jumped back, lifting my blades in one hand and my feeble lightsource in the other. With that close proximity, the vampire could have torn out my throat in a heartbeat 

“Who are you?!” I shouted in a whisper. 

But the figure in the darkness gave no reply. 

I bared my teeth, swallowing my fear, and stepped forward again. The man in the shadows made no movement, no sound at all Gritting my teeth. I lifted my cell, shining the light in front of me to face my silent opponent. 

All at once I understood why the nun before me was unresponsive. The murky light of my cell reflected off broad shoulders, a bare chest covered in strange runes and deep scars, ruthlessly carved into the skin with a dull blade. 

His neck curved upward in a delicate arc, and stopped abruptly at a gruesome stump. That stump was a gaping hole, clotted with viscous fluid that had dried hard. 

The man, the b*dy, had no hend. 

Breathing rapidly in through my nose and out through my mouth to calm myself the way Rita had taught me – I examined the b*dy in the dim light. It was propped up against a large wooden pole, hanging like a disjointed ragdoll with arms outstretched. 

Along with the head, the left hand was missing 

Stooping to the ground, I found the missing parts scattered in the dirt. My fingers brushed a severed hand, cold ligaments frozen in a state of rigor mortis. Shuffling around, my hand finally closed on the severed head. 

1 gingerly touched the cool skin, lifting it to the light to get a better look. When vacant, empty eyes stared back at me, my b*dy reacted involuntarily. Thrusting the head out of my hands, I choked back a whimper and scrambled away. 

There was a thump as the head it the ground and rolled, coming to a stop at the foot of the corpse. 

I didn’t need to take another look. Those dead brown eyes had confirmed it. This was the b*dy of Johan the real Johan, in the Blesh. 

My mind raced to explain it, how this lifeless corpse had walked upright, talked so eloquently. How this b*dy had cut off it’s owin head and put it back on again. I thought back to the Tally army, to Moiraly’s puppets. 

The vengeful she wolf had dabbled in necromancy, coaxing her fallen victims to rise again with the power of witchcraft and black magic. But those corpses were not as convincing as this one had been. 

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Moirah’s dead soldiers couldn’t speak, couldn’t move in a way that looked remotely human. Whatever puppeteer controlled the corpse of Johan, he was a master of the art. 

I flung my mind back to the day Fae and I had stalked the gathering, the way this b*dy had fallen apart on the pedestal when. Fae had bit down on a certain vampire’s hand. The man’s face emerged from my memory, dark almond eyes, a cascade of jet-black hair down his back. 

That same vampire had retreated from battle, disappearing moments before Johan and his army arrived at Stonespoke. The vampire who seemed hellbent on sinking his teeth into me, who very nearly hit Far before he was called away. 

The j pupper anaster. 

Sudden movement at my back had me whirling around, blades at the ready. Firelight poured in through the flap in the tent where a vicious-looking shifter had entered, 

The slathering man eyed me with cruel intention, dirty claws elongating as he stalked closer. 

“Spying are we?” 

“Actually. I was just leaving. It stinks in here.” I lifted my blades, curves glinting in the orange glow. “Or maybe that’s just you,” 

The shifter chuckled, a husky gruff sound, as he dropped the flap of the tent behind him. We were both instantly swallowed up by the darkness. 

A sudden, searing pain as claws raked across my skin, slashing into my forearm. I yelped quietly and turned on my heel, listening for the shifter’s heavy footsteps as he circled me. 

When he attacked again, I blocked him, and his claws glanced of the flat side of my blade. I responded with a swipe of my own, grinning as I sliced off what I think was an ear. 

The shifter’s furious roar was suddenly cut short. It gurgled in his throat before it could rise to a crescendo and I retreated: further away into the tent. Then, abruptly, the man fell silent, and I heard his b*dy thump to the ground. 

A fierce bright light clicked on, shining into my eyes and burning my retina.