His Abandoned Luna Chapter 210

|| Third party pov ||

The sky darkened without warning as hundreds of crows descended upon the packlands. Their black wings blotted out the sun as they circled in eerie silence before vanishing into the forest, leaving only scattered feathers in their wake.

Endora’s gnarled fingers trembled as she pressed two vials into Lilac’s palm. The first swirled with smoky darkness, cold to the touch. The second glowed faintly amber, its contents unknown to anyone but the old healer.

“The first will hide you from their sight for one hour,” Endora whispered, her milky eyes glistening. “The second... use it only when all hope is lost.”

Lilac tucked the vials into her boot with a stiff nod. The weight of the unspoken goodbye hung between them.

"All set?" I asked as my eyes scanned the woods.

"Yes, Garry set the dose low just as you asked," Endora replied.

“Good! Will you send my letter to Alaric?” Lilac asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Endora clutched the folded parchment to her chest. “He’ll have it before nightfall.” A pause. “Girl, are you certain—”

“There’s no other way.” Lilac turned toward the waiting forest, her back straight despite the fear coiling in her gut. “Tell them... tell them I’ll bring her home.”

The first scream tore through the pack just as Lilac reached the tree line.

“COCO’S ESCAPED!”

Chaos erupted. Warriors spilled from the packhouse, their shouts echoing through the clearing. Lilac spun just in time to see a flash of golden curls and wild eyes before cold steel pressed against her throat.

“Not another step!” Coco’s breath was hot against Lilac’s ear, the silver dagger drawing a thin line of blood. The warriors froze, their snarls dying in their throats.

Marcus stepped forward, his hands raised. “Let her go, Coco. It’s over.”

Coco’s laugh sent chills down Lilac’s spine. “Oh, it’s only the beginning.” With a swift motion, she snapped silver cuffs around Lilac’s wrists. The burn was instant—Lilac bit back a cry as the magic leeched her strength.

“Walk,” Coco ordered, yanking her backward into the trees.

Lilac’s last glimpse of the pack showed Endora crumpled in the dirt, the letter still clutched in her hands.

"Stay safe, Luna!" She whispered.

The forest grew stranger with every step. Trees bent at impossible angles, their bark peeling away to reveal pulsing veins beneath. The air smelled of rotting lilies and burnt sugar, so thick it made Lilac’s head swim.

“Why are you doing this?” Lilac gritted out, stumbling over gnarled roots. “All for your mother? Are you sure she cares? Afterall she sent you in a dangerous mission. You could have been killed by now and she didn’t even come to rescue you.”

Coco’s grip tightened viciously. “You know nothing about family,” she spat. “Mother loves me. She chose me.”

The hollow appeared without warning after two days’ journey— a perfect circle of dead grass surrounding a towering figure.

Agatha.

Her silver hair cascaded like moonlight over her shoulders, her violet eyes glowing in the dim light. When she smiled, her teeth gleamed too sharp, too white.

“My darling girl,” she crooned, opening her arms.

Coco transformed instantly, her maddened gaze softening into something childlike. “I am back, Mother! I brought her, just like you asked!”

Agatha’s clawed fingers traced Lilac’s cheek. “The golden wolf who broke my curse. How... ordinary you look in chains.”

“Where’s my daughter?” Lilac’s voice cracked.

A rustle came from the shadows. There, in a cradle woven from blackened vines, lay Aurora— peacefully asleep, her tiny chest rising and falling.

Lilac lunged forward, the cuffs burning deeper as she strained against them. “AURORA!”

Agatha chuckled, stroking the baby’s cheek with one elongated nail. “She’s perfect. So much power in such a small vessel. But it all will be mine soon.”

“Don’t touch her!” Lilac’s scream tore at her throat.

“Take our guest to the dungeon,” Agatha said idly, turning away. “Let her... consider her choices.”

As Coco dragged her toward a yawning pit in the earth, Lilac’s last sight was of Agatha humming a lullaby over Aurora’s crib— and the single tear tracking down Coco’s face before the darkness swallowed them whole, and the last thing I heard was Agatha’s whisper:

“Soon, little wolf. Soon you’ll understand.”

The dungeon walls wept with condensation as Coco shoved Lilac into a cell carved from blackened oak. The moment the iron door clanged shut, something in the witch’s demeanor cracked.

“Why the tears, Coco?” Lilac rasped, rubbing her raw wrists. “Getting second thoughts?”

Coco whirled, her dark curls lashing like angry serpents. “You know nothing! She pressed a trembling hand to the crescent-shaped scar on her collarbone— a mark Lilac hadn’t noticed before. “Mother branded this into my skin when I was five. Said it would make me strong.”

A ragged breath.

“It was my first ritual. I have sacrificed more than you will ever understand. Finally I was chosen as her vessel.”

"Her vessel?" Lilac stiffened.

"Yes, she will transfer her will and soul on my body. We will become one," Coco said.

"And what about your soul?" Lilac asked in surprise.

"Didn’t you hear me? We will live as one!" Coco screamed.

Lilac remained dumbfounded. So Agatha was planning to take over her soul. For what? To live longer? To gain more power? So Coco was just a pawn after all in her game.

"Live as one? She is sacrificing your soul. What kind of mother does that to their own daughter?" Lilac questioned.

"You know nothing. She chose me and its an honor," Coco shivered as she replied.

Agatha’s voice slithered through the dungeon before she appeared, her violet eyes glowing in the dark.

“My darling Coco,” she chided, stroking Coco’s hair like one might soothe a dog. “Must you always be so dramatic?”

Lilac lunged at the bars. “What do you want with my daughter?”

Agatha sighed, as if explaining something tedious to a child. “The Nightshade Curse was never meant to be broken. Your mating created an... anomaly.” Her claw traced the scar on Coco’s chest. “Aurora’s blood holds the key to restoring the natural order— where witches rule, and wolves kneel.”

Coco flinched.

“At the blood moon,” Agatha continued, “when the veil between magic and flesh is thinnest, Aurora’s heartblood will reignite the curse— but this time, it will burn through every shifter’s veins.”

Lilac’s stomach turned to ice.

“And Coco?” she whispered.

Agatha smiled. “My loyal daughter gets what she has always wanted— to be more than second best.” She pressed a kiss to Coco’s scar. “I’ll pour Aurora’s power into her. She’ll be my true heir at last. My soul will live through her body.”

As Agatha glided away, Coco’s tears hit the dungeon floor with a sound like a dying ember.

“You’re just fuel to her,” Lilac said softly. “Like I was to Kael.”

For the first time, Coco’s eyes held no malice— only the shattered reflection of a girl who’d spent her life begging for love with bloodstained hands.

“Why? Why are you doing this?” Lilac asked.

“This is for the best. Didn’t you hear her? I will become the next witch queen,” Coco said.

“Yes, after your soul is gone. Do you really want that?” Lilac asked.

“Of course, that’s what I want,” Coco smiled widely.