His Abandoned Luna Chapter 211

|| Third party POV ||

Two days.

That’s how long Lilac had been counting the cracks in the prison walls, her fingers tracing the hidden vial in her boot as Aurora’s distant cries tore at her heart. The witches had kept her weak— silver cuffs around her wrists, wolfsbane smoke in the air— but they couldn’t stop her from planning.

‘Just one chance... that’s all we get... that’s all we need,’ she whispered to her wolf.

The door creaked open, and Coco slipped inside, a tray of food in hand.

“Still alive, I see.”

Coco stood silhouetted in the doorway, her raven black hair hanging in greasy strands around her hollow cheeks. The silver dagger at her belt caught the dim torchlight as she kicked a wooden bowl of gruel across the floor. It sloshed against Lilac’s bare feet, cold and congealed.

“You should eat,” Coco murmured, her voice oddly gentle. “Tomorrow will be... difficult.”

Lilac didn’t move. “What’s in it?”

A flicker of something unreadable passed through Coco’s dark eyes.

“Nothing that will kill you.” She leaned closer, the scent of burnt sage and rotting lilies clinging to her. “After all, mother wants you alive for the ritual.”

“The blood moon rises tomorrow, and Mother wants you to be strong enough to scream,” Coco said in a low voice.

Lilac didn’t blink. “Tell your Mother I’ll scream when I slit her throat.”

Coco’s laugh was a razor dragged over stone. “Oh, little wolf. You still don’t understand.” She crouched, her obsidian eyes reflecting the dying light. “The ritual doesn’t need your screams. Just your daughter’s beating heart.”

The chains around Lilac’s wrists groaned as she lunged, only to collapse as wolfsbane smoke flooded the cell.

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The screams started at dusk. Snarls. Howls. The unmistakable sound of claws tearing through flesh.

Lilac shot to her feet as the prison trembled.

‘Hunter is here,’ Runa growled in her mind.

‘Finally.’ Lilac’s fingers closed around the vial. ‘Time to move.’

The door burst open. Coco stood there, chest heaving, her dark curls wild around her face. Without a word, she grabbed Lilac’s chains and yanked her forward.

“You’re coming with me.”

Lilac didn’t resist.

They ran through winding tunnels, deeper into the earth, until Coco shoved her into a new cell— this one lined with blackened bones.

“He can’t find you here,” Coco panted, locking the door behind them. “This place is sealed. No scent. No magic. Nothing.”

Lilac smirked. “Good.”

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The hollow had become a nightmare of smoke and screaming.

Alaric’s claws found the witch fleshes again and again, hot blood spraying across his muzzle as he carved through the chaos. To his left, Ezra moved like liquid shadow— his twin daggers flashing as they severed spell-casting hands at the wrist. To his right, Alexander fought with brutal efficiency, his massive warhammer crushing skulls with every swing.

‘She’s close,’ Hunter growled, tasting the air, “Runa is here.”

“Can you reach her?” Alaric asked.

Before Hunter could respond, a voice cut through the mindlink— clear as moonlight.

“Took you long enough!” Lilac’s voice resonated in his head.

“Dove!” Alaric’s relief was short-lived as he asked in mindlink. “Where are you?”

“Safe. Keep them busy,” Lilac replied in his head.

A blast of violet fire sent Alaric skidding backward before he could reply back. He rolled to his feet just in time to see her emerge from the smoke.

Agatha.

The witch queen floated inches above the blood-soaked earth, her silver hair whipping around her face like living snakes. The very air distorted around her, warping under the weight of her power.

“Alpha of Nightshades,” she crooned, extending a clawed hand. “How kind of you to deliver yourself to me.”

Alaric didn’t waste words. He lunged.

Agatha flicked her wrist.

The ground beneath him erupted in a spiral of black thorns. They coiled around his legs, tearing through fur and flesh alike. Alaric roared, but didn’t stop— couldn’t stop— not with Aurora’s scent threading through the carnage.

“Pathetic,” Agatha sighed as she floated backward. “All that power, and you still fight like an animal.”

Ezra’s dagger whistled past Alaric’s ear, aimed straight for Agatha’s throat.

The witch caught it midair without looking.

“Cute.” She snapped the blade between her fingers.

Alexander charged next, his warhammer glowing with embedded wolfsbane runes. Agatha’s eyes narrowed.

“Ah. The clever one.”

She met his charge with outstretched palms. The collision sent shockwaves through the hollow— Alexander’s hammer connected, but Agatha’s magic absorbed the blow, the runes flaring white-hot before shattering.

Alexander flew backward, crashing through a rotten oak.

“ENOUGH!” Alaric’s voice shook the trees as he finally ripped free of the thorns.

Agatha turned just in time to see the Alpha airborne, his claws aimed at her chest, his grey eyes burning with the fury of a thousand suns.

She raised a shield. But it wasn’t enough, the shield shattered on impact.

Alaric’s claws tore through silk and flesh alike, sending them both crashing to the earth. Agatha screamed— a sound like breaking glass— as his fangs found her shoulder.

“Where. Is. My. Daughter?” Each word punctuated by another brutal shake of his jaws.

Agatha’s blood tasted like spoiled wine and lightning. Her nails scrabbled at his eyes, her magic sputtering wildly.

“Gone!” she spat. “You’re too la—”

A howl cut through the night.

Then another.

Then a chorus— not from the warriors, but from the forest itself.

Agatha’s eyes went wide. “No... not yet...”

The blood moon crested the trees, its light turning the hollow into a crimson nightmare. And there, limned in its glow, stood Coco, with Aurora in her arms.

The battle still raged around them when Coco emerged from the smoke, her raven-black hair whipping in the chaotic winds. In her arms, Aurora slept peacefully, untouched by the carnage - a small miracle wrapped in a blood-red blanket.

Alaric skidded to a halt, his claws still dripping with witch blood. His grey eyes locked onto the bundle in Coco’s arms, his chest heaving.

“Coco...” His voice was rough, dangerous. “Give her to me.”

A slow smile spread across Agatha’s face as she stepped forward, her violet eyes gleaming with triumph.

“There she is... my darling daughter.” She extended her arms, the sleeves of her silver robe fluttering like ghostly wings. “The moon reaches its zenith. Bring her to me.”

Coco stood frozen, her grip tightening slightly around Aurora. For one endless moment, the battlefield seemed to hold its breath - warriors pausing mid-swing, spells hanging suspended in the air.