Page 120 of Forever My Siren Luna

She can't stop me from doing so.

I scoffed at the “do not follow” in her message. Twice now in the past she has run away from me. Both those times I didn’t have the opinion to follow her. This time, I did. I will follow her to the ends of the earth, to hell and back, anywhere I have to, not to drag her back, but to run alongside her.

None of this was adding up, and I'm guessing there has been no attack at the border yet because something bigger, more sinister is planned. My senses in battle are never off, and this is no different.

We are going after my mate. My Luna.

Her father bent to lift the necklace in his hand, running his fingers over her blood. His eyes glow with his powers, then he gasped, staring up at me in surprise before looking down at the necklace again.

A wide range of emotions crossed his features, but then a fearless, determined look set in place. A tenacious resolve that had me questioning what was wrong with the necklace and what was going on inside his mind.

He closed his eyes tightly, clenching the pendent in his fist and holding his fist against his chest. His entire fist glowed, radiating magic that grew brighter and brighter every second. After ten seconds, the magic was so brilliant that Killian had to squint and look away, along with everyone else around, many stumbling to the ground and groaning in discomfort.

When the magic faded and Killian could open his eyes again, King Brennus looked noticeably different. His hair was no longer the same golden shade as Lira’s, but now all white. The pale, colorless tendrils are sweeping down his broad shoulders and back. The green in his eyes was shining brighter than ever before.

“What the bloody hell was that?”Cherum asked.

I don’t know, but the look on Cedric’s face looked sorrowful. Tears were glimmering in his eyes and he quickly turned his head to wipe them away.

“What was that?”I asked Cedric.

He shakes his head softly. “Nothing, Alpha. Just…. My king was just putting more of his magic into the necklace. Seems Ela drained it before leaving it for you. That’s all.”

That didn’t seem to be all, but I know his loyalty to his king far outweighed his loyalty to me, no matter how much he likes me now.

King Brennus took the chain in his hands, using magic to mend the broken parts. It seemed to get longer as he coiled it around his hands, stretching it, then unraveling it again. He did make it longer. It’s far too long to be a necklace for his daughter now. It would go to her knees.

He approached me, his now alabaster hair blowing behind him and his emerald eyes shining with their full authority. He stared up at Killian, those eyes communicating some unknown magic. He lifted his hands and then a tremor ran down Killian’s body. Like gravity was pulling him downward. Killian knelt, bowing his head forward.

When he lifted his head again, the necklace was now around our neck, the pendant pulsing lightly right against his hammering heart.

“You, my son, keep this on at all times until your family is back home and safe again.”

My confusion tangled with Killian’s, neither of us knowing how to respond. The magic around our neck felt…..strange. Extraordinarily strange. I feel a comfort from it I could not identify.

“My daughter awaits,” King Brennus whispered. “We must help them. At all costs.”

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Angelina

When I saw the Lycan's giant fur-covered head looking around the large doors, watching the haunting army from the mound-like castle of the dark fairy lord, hope started building inside me. Hope because I saw I wasn't alone.

I had been trapped there in this nightmare thinking I was all alone. When my father told me it was time for me to be introduced to my mate, I was excited to leave our pack, even when he loaded all those slave girls to come with us. I had so many ideas about what being mated would be like. I had dreams of a fairy tale mating with a handsome and loving alpha from a powerful pack allied with my father.

What I encountered was nothing like my dreams.

This place is in every sense a nightmare, and thematethat I was given to was the devil himself.

My father simply kissed my head, told me to bewillingwith the dark lord and things would be easier for me. My tears and pleas were background noise to him. The father I thought was always treasuring me, pampering me with expensive perfumes and oils, providing me with the best clothes and gifts, having my maids keep a special watch on my diet, was all along just grooming me to be this demon’s pet.

Not even his only pet. I hear Lord Tenebris has a room full of sex slaves somewhere in his castle. Why one of them couldn’t give him his heir he desires, I do not know, but I will never forgive my father for doing this to me.

I have heard the talks between my father and the dark fairy lord. I kept signaling to the Lycan and his group that I saw by the door to wait, because I knew my father would be back any moment with a captive from the south, and the army, my father's men and the dark fairy lord would all march together to force a surrender from some Alpha in a southern pack. If the Lycan and his friends just wait until the dark army and the Lord are gone, it will be much easier to escape. I knew that only a small number of the weaker dark fae would remain. I was praying that by helping them in this small way, they might save me and take me with them. But….then I saw my father entering the field with only one other person. I was baffled by what to make of this now.

Watching my father being led through the ranks of all these different demons was shocking enough, but then I realized who it was that was walking behind him.

Elelira.