His Abandoned Luna Chapter 149

|| Lilac's POV ||

Darkness. That was the first thing I registered as I slowly clawed my way back to consciousness. It was thick, suffocating, pressing down on me from all sides. My body felt heavy, like it was made of lead, and every inch of me ached with a dull, throbbing pain. My head pounded, the ache sharp and unrelenting, and my limbs felt like they’d been crushed under a boulder.

Where am I?

The thought flickered weakly in my mind, barely coherent. I tried to move, but my body refused to obey. My arms felt like they were pinned down, my legs numb and unresponsive. Panic bubbled up in my chest, but even that felt distant, muted, as if I were trapped in a fog.

The air was cold, damp, and carried the faint metallic tang of blood and rust. The sound of water dripping echoed somewhere in the distance, a constant, rhythmic noise that grated on my nerves. It was the only sound I could hear, apart from the faint, ragged sound of my own breathing.

What happened? My mind scrambled to piece together the fragments of memory. The woods. The rogues. Elias. The fight. The pain. And then… nothing. Just darkness.

I tried to open my eyes, but even that small movement sent a sharp spike of pain through my skull. I groaned, the sound weak and hoarse, barely audible even to my own ears. My throat felt raw, like I’d been screaming, though I couldn’t remember doing so.

'Runa,' I called out silently, my voice trembling in my mind. 'Runa, where are you?'

But there was no response. Just silence. A void where my wolf should have been. The emptiness was terrifying, a gaping hole in my chest that left me feeling hollow and exposed. I’d never felt so alone.

“She’s waking up,” a voice said, distant and muffled, like it was coming from the other side of a thick wall.

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. The voice was unfamiliar, cold and detached. It sent a shiver down my spine, the kind of chill that had nothing to do with the cold air around me.

“Give her another dose. We need to keep her here till the ceremony,” another voice replied, equally cold but with a hint of impatience.

Ceremony? The word echoed in my mind, sending a fresh wave of panic through me. What ceremony? What did they want with me? My heart raced, the sound of it pounding in my ears, but my body still refused to move. I was trapped, helpless, at the mercy of whoever these people were.

I tried to speak, to demand answers, but all that came out was a weak, raspy sound. My throat burned, the effort sending another wave of pain through my body.

“Hurry up,” the first voice snapped. “We don’t have time for this.”

I felt hands on me, rough and impersonal, gripping my arm with a force that made me wince. A sharp prick followed, and then a cold sensation spread through my veins. My already foggy mind grew heavier, the edges of my consciousness blurring.

No

, I thought desperately, my mind screaming at me to fight, to stay awake. But it was no use. The darkness closed in again, pulling me under like a riptide. The last thing I heard was the dripping of water, a constant, mocking reminder of where I was.

And then, nothing.

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When I woke again, it was the same darkness, the same cold, the same pain. But this time, the fog in my mind was thicker, the edges of my thoughts blurred and disjointed. I couldn’t tell how much time had passed—minutes, hours, days? It all felt the same in this endless void.

What happened? The question echoed in my mind, but there were no answers. Just the cold, the dark, and the pain.

I tried to move again, this time managing to shift slightly. My body screamed in protest, every muscle aching as if I’d been beaten. My hands brushed against something rough and damp—stone, maybe? I was lying on a hard surface, the cold seeping into my bones.

Think, Lilac. Think.

 I forced myself to focus, to push through the fog and the pain. I needed to figure out where I was, who had taken me, and what they wanted. But my mind felt sluggish, like it was wading through molasses.

The sound of footsteps reached my ears, distant but growing closer. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. The voices from before—were they coming back? My heart raced, the sound of it pounding in my ears.

“She’s still out,” a voice said, closer this time. “The dose was strong.”

“Good,” another voice replied. “We can’t afford any mistakes. Not with her.”

I stayed still, my body tense, as the footsteps grew closer. I could feel their presence now, looming over me like shadows in the dark. My skin crawled, the instinct to fight or flee screaming at me, but my body was still too weak to respond.

“What’s the plan?” the first voice asked.

“The ceremony is in two days,” the second voice replied. “Once it’s done, she won’t be a problem anymore.”

Ceremony. The word sent a fresh wave of panic through me. My mind raced, and suddenly it made sense. Were they talking about Ezra’s coming of age ceremony? Oh no! My family was in trouble.

All I knew was that I had to get out of here. I had to escape.

But how? I was weak, injured, and alone. My wolf was silent, my body broken. And even if I could move, I had no idea where I was or how to get out.

The footsteps retreated, the voices fading into the distance. I let out a shaky breath, my body trembling with fear and exhaustion. I was trapped, at the mercy of people who clearly didn’t care if I lived or died.

Alaric

, I thought desperately, my mind reaching out for him even though I knew he couldn’t hear me. 

Please, find me. I need you.

But there was no answer. Just the cold, the dark, and the endless drip of water.