Page 115 of Forever My Siren Luna
The pig tried to get hands with me over and over again, but I wouldn’t have it. Every time his hands touched or squeezed a part of my body, I would elbow him in the gut, slap him, and one time, I even managed to get my fist down on his crotch. He reared back to hit me with that last one, but my uncle ordered him to stand down and focus on their retreat if he didn’t want to get them all killed.
Cherum and the other warriors were gaining on them while they were riding on the horses. One of my uncle’s scouts rode a short distance behind to keep watch, and he was sending reports to my uncle. Eventually, my uncle commanded the shift. When asked by another warrior, my uncle said that his scout was already sprinting to catch up, but by the look on his face, I could tell the scout was a lost cause. I knew Cherum and any other warriors out to save me would be on the warpath. I knew they would catch up to weaker creatures such as horses. My uncle and his men had no choice but to ditch the horses to shift.
Now, I’m bracing myself. My nerves are singing. Not from fear, but from the exhilaration of magic flowing through my veins. I'd been waiting for an opportunity to not have my hands in this warrior’s line of sight, because I didn’t want to be stopped before I could accomplish what I had been envisioning doing for the last few hours.
I’m going to use the magic that is absorbed inside of me. Not for fins this time, but for Val. I know I can break her free.
The necklace had done it again. I felt my father’s magic coursing inside me. I should be weak from the silver collar, but the magic is keeping me strong. I feel revitalized. I feel reborn.
I feel ready for blood.
The clearing we were running through ends and we are back in the woods, trees and foliage causing the Lycans to split apart. They are all so focused on escape, none are paying attention to me. Even the asshole gripping my legs with his nasty claws is in the zone, focused on not running into trees instead of minding what I’m doing slung over his back.
It’s time. I took my hands to the collar around my neck, searing around for the clasp. When I find it, I channel all of my magic into that one spot, melting the silver and other metals, weakening the lock before I hear it sizzle and then click.
A dark grin spread on my face, the heavy collar falling to the ground and Val coming forward to blend her mind back with mine like mixing both vital parts of me together again.
“Ela!”She gasped, having been fighting to break free the entire time. She was worried they would try to defile me again like they did in our first life. When she sees that we are not only okay, but that they are still on the run, her relief quickly shifts into rage.
“Do it,”I told her, knowing full well what she wanted to do.
My father’s magic was spreading through her, as well as my hostile thoughts of what I was imagining the entire time we were separated. She growled, seeing the memory of the warrior gripping my butt, trying to squeeze my breasts, choking my neck. In half a second, she is shifted, and tears the head clean off the warrior who has been holding me. I smiled inside her, watching the blood pour from where his head used to be.
The other Lycans don’t notice right away. My uncle must have felt his warrior dying but didn’t seem to care. Maybe he thought it was the scout? Maybe he thought the Hidden Cove warriors had finally gained on them? The way his Lycan was sprinting through the forest, pushing his large tired body harder than before, I think that must be it. He thinks this is a failed mission and he is now just out to save his own life.
He’s right. There is no escape for any of them now. Val had been waiting and training for months for the day she could take out my uncle, and vengeance was about to be hers.
She swiftly lodges her body around trees through the forest, pouncing on another warrior. This one screams in a gravelly roar as she sinks her teeth into the back of his neck, but only briefly. She rears her head back, lodging her back legs into his back, pulling the bastard’s spine with her. He’s not yet dead, but he will be. Slowly. Painfully. Even a Lycan can’t heal a severed spine.
His screams warned the others that they were under attack. Some planted their bodies firmly for the fight. Others, like my uncle, continued to run in search of an escape.
I killed two more before the others realized it was just me, not the warriors from Hidden Cove. Someone must have alerted my uncle, because he reared back, squaring off for the fight. Or at least watch it. Coward.
He waited in the shadows as Val fought off and destroyed his men viciously, one by one. They tried to attack in groups, but she not only had her strength, but magic on her side. My father’s magic was fused in every movement, every thought. She used it to even fell a tree onto a warrior she sensed sneaking up on her from behind.
Val didn’t just kill them. She tore apart their bodies, taking delight in the blood spraying and flowing all over the forest floor. She was quicker and stronger than them all, something she was boastful of in every one of their deaths.
When no one but my uncle remained, Val started to slowly prowl towards him, relishing the scent of his fear. His Lycan was wide-eyed, hackles raised. He’s slowly backing away, scared to turn his back, because if he does, he knows Val will strike. There is no mistaking her power and how much stronger it is than even his.
Lachlan’s mark solidified my position as Luna, giving me the strength of his blood now tied to mine. Between my Alpha genes, Lachlan’s mark, and the magic radiating out of Val right now, her dominance overpowers and overwhelms all of his. He is nothing but a rat trapped in a corner. Val is toying with him, enjoying his fright. The moment he dares to hope for escape, she will smother that hope in his blood.
But then he surprises her and me, shifting back into his human form while still backing away.
“Elelira, my niece,” he held his hands out in front of him like he was calming a wild beast. “You don’t want to kill me. I was saving you.”
Val snarls, the fury in her making my uncle cringe.
“I heard the rumors, Elelira. I heard all about his unfaithfulness. That….that wench. One of the women he kept by his side came to warn me-”
He must be speaking about Leona. That whore was brought to justice long ago by Yasmin, something he must be completely oblivious to.
His men never returned from Hidden Cove after that visit. He is completely ignorant of what we know and what really happened to his men.
“I was simply trying to save you, child. You must believe me.”
Steaming, blood tinged drool is seeping from the corners of Val’s bloody snout. Her claws are covered in carnage. I imagine she looks like a demon from hell at this point, which is why my uncle is so scared of her. The prideful alpha is a lot more tame in the presence of my powerful Lycan. To think that such an arrogant man had once held so much authority over me. He is now cowering at my feet.
Walking backwards, he doesn’t see the felled tree behind him until he trips and falls to the ground with a loud scream. Val closes in, ready to finish him once and for all.