His Abandoned Luna Chapter 107

|| Lilac’s POV ||

The words sent a chill down my spine. “This is… the curse of the Nightshades,” I whispered.

The goddess nodded, her expression grim. “Yes. This is the curse that plagues them to this day. No Alpha of the Nightshades has found their soulmate since. It was not I who cursed them, Lilac. It was Erebus who brought this doom upon himself.”

The meadow returned, the vision fading like a dream. I sat there, my mind reeling, my heart heavy with the weight of what I had seen.

“Why did you show me this?” I asked, my voice trembling.

The goddess turned to me, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and sorrow. “There are two reasons, Lilac. First, you are the one who will restore the fates of the Nightshades. And second, this is happening again. The werewolves are colluding with rogues and witches. If you do not act, the same doom will befall them all.”

“Me? How can I restore their honor? No one even know them. And who is colluding with the witches?” I demanded, desperation clawing at my chest.

“That is for you to find out,” she said, her form beginning to fade. “Remember, Lilac, the bond is stronger than any curse. It doesn't need your wolf. Trust in it.”

"Bond? What bond? Are you talking about my soul mate?" I asked in desperation, but she was gone, the meadow dissolving into darkness.

I woke with a start, my head throbbing and my body drenched in sweat. My mother’s face came into view, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

“Lilac! Oh, thank the moon!” she cried, pulling me into a tight embrace. “You scared us so much.”

“Mom… what happened?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

“You were attacked,” Ezra said, his voice shaky. “You weren’t healing. We were so scared.”

Memories flooded back— the rogue attack, the pain, the darkness. And then… Alaric. His wolf, Hunter, was there.

“Dad… where is he?” I asked, panic rising in my chest.

“He’s fine,” Mom assured me, brushing my hair back. “He’s just resting.”

I nodded, my mind still racing. “I thought I saw Hunter… before I lost consciousness.”

"Who is Hunter?" Ezra asked.

"Alaric’s wolf," I mumbled.

“Yes,” Mom said softly. “He brought you back.”

I swallowed hard, my thoughts swirling with everything the goddess had shown me.

“I see,” I murmured.

“Lilac,” Mom said, her voice gentle but probing. “Is there something you’re not telling us?”

I looked at her, my heart aching with the weight of the secrets I carried.

“Nothing as such, Mom,” I lied, forcing a smile. But inside, I knew the truth

The curse, the Nightshades, the witches— it was all connected. And somehow, I was at the center of it all.

The room was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of fabric as Mom adjusted the blanket around me. Ezra sat on the edge of my bed, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a rare seriousness. His jaw was clenched, his fingers tapping restlessly against his thigh. The attack had shaken him more than he let on, and I could see the weight of it in his eyes.

Dad walked in then, his presence filling the room like a storm cloud. His face was lined with worry, but he forced a smile as he approached me. “Sweepea, how are you feeling?” he asked, his voice rough but tender.

“I’m fine now,” I replied, though the words felt hollow. My body ached, and my mind was a whirlwind of unanswered questions. But I couldn’t let them see how much I was struggling. Not now.

Dad sat on the edge of the bed, his hand resting on mine.

“How are you?” I asked, my eyes scanning his face. He looked tired, but the scratches on his face were almost healed.

“It’s all good. Just some scratches,” he said with a reassuring smile. But his eyes betrayed him. They were dark, haunted by the events of the attack.

“Tell me one thing,” he said after a moment, his tone shifting. “Why didn’t you shift and run? You could’ve escaped.”

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t tell him the truth— not about Runa, not about my missing wolf. Not when everything was already so chaotic.

“I… I froze,” I lied, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry, Dad. I should’ve been there, fighting by your side.”

Mom reached out, her hand warm on my arm.

“No, it’s not your fault, sweetheart,” she said firmly.

But Dad’s expression was pained.

“I should’ve been able to protect my daughter,” he muttered, his voice heavy with guilt.

“No, Dad,” I said, my voice stronger now. “It’s time Ez and I step up as well. We can’t keep relying on you to protect us.”

Dad looked at me, his eyes softening.

“You grew up so fast, Lilac,” he said, his voice tinged with both pride and sadness.

Ezra cleared his throat, trying to lighten the mood.

“And I bet you need more training. We’ll start sparring tomorrow. No more slacking, no more freezing, okay?” he said with a grin, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Dad thought I grew up. Look at Ez! The events around him had changed him so much in just past few months. he wasn’t a goofy little kid anymore.

I nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

Dad’s expression hardened again.

“We caught one of the rogues alive,” he said, his voice low. “And I’m not going to stop until I get some answers.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I said, my heart swelling with gratitude. But beneath it, a knot of unease tightened in my stomach. Something about the attack felt off, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were missing something.

His phone buzzed, and he glanced at the screen.

“Seems like news travels fast. Darius wants to meet,” he said, his tone grim.

Ezra stood up immediately. “I’m coming with you.”

“No, you stay here,” Dad said firmly. “Your mother and Lilac need you.”

Mom reached out, her hand resting on Dad’s arm.

“Be careful,” she said softly.

Dad nodded, his expression softening as he leaned down to kiss her.

“I doubt they’ll attack again, but just in case, two guards will be here soon. They’ll keep you protected.”

As he left the room, I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that settled over me. Something was coming— something dark and dangerous. And I wasn’t sure we were ready for it.