Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 197: Chap-197*Baby Killer*

Cynthia Dion:

"What did she tell you, Cynthia? Look! If she spills the beans on why she pulled that stunt, we can piece things together much more easily," he was spot on; Thea's tight-lipped act was the only thing keeping us in the dark about what transpired.

"She mentioned someone talked her into doing all of that," as I uttered those words, the furrow on Atticus's forehead relaxed.

"Someone!" Atticus echoed my words, drifting into a bit of a daze, likely attempting to crack this enigma.

"I get the feeling she's just trying to wriggle out of this situation and pin the blame on some faceless scapegoat," I shook my head, reluctant to believe her any longer. If she were truly innocent, she would've spilled the beans a long time ago. Instead, she continued to mete out punishment to others, making it look like she was on my side and also a victim of everyone.

"No, Cynthia!" Atticus, for some reason, wasn't on board with my skepticism. I turned my face to see what had caught his attention and found him looking resolute.

"It adds up," he nodded, his gaze still fixed in the void.

"What do you mean? What adds up?" I probed, insisting that he clarify his stance.

"She didn't act alone; someone coerced her into doing it," Atticus gestured into space, attempting to pinpoint the reason behind her actions.

"Yeah, that's what she claimed, but it doesn't add up. How could someone influence her without me being aware of their involvement?" I made a valid point. How could anyone communicate with her without my knowledge?

That would be impossible. She's a part of me.

"There's someone who could pull that off," he exuded confidence, and that piqued my interest. If there was even a one percent chance that Thea wasn't the puppet master behind this chaos, I was eager to entertain that possibility.

"Atticus! If you're just going to beat around the bush like Thea and not drop the name, I'm heading for a shower and some rest because my head is pounding," curiosity was gnawing at me. I rolled my eyes at him, warning him to spill the beans before my patience wore thin, much like it did with Thea.

"Cynthia!" Atticus growled at my raised voice, but he still seemed lost. After finally tearing his gaze away from the empty space, he turned to me, locking eyes and intensifying my anxiety.

"Please spill the beans on who that person is?" Now that he was peering into my eyes, I asked in a hushed tone, my curiosity and nerves escalating.

My heart gradually lost its rhythm as Thea began unraveling the memories that had been concealed from me all this time.

"Remember when I mentioned a séance?" he inquired, and as I nodded, he assumed a more attentive posture for a serious discussion.

"There was someone's hair tied in a knot within my being. It appears that whoever that hair belonged to was attempting to manipulate me," as he divulged this, I nearly gagged. The mere notion of it was so surreal.

"And fortunately, there's a DNA test," he murmured, making me realize he had already been pursuing this line of thought.

"And? Tell me, who do you suspect might be pulling Thea's strings?" I pressed again, and he nodded confidently.

"Zeon Halt!" he declared the name, and a wave of dizziness swept over my body. Everything came rushing at me with a single, overwhelming force.

"Try to calm down and listen to me," he urged, his words penetrating the chaos.

Random memories flashed before my eyes. "You will let loose and let your wolf come forward."

As it all flooded back, I closed my eyes and cradled my head in my hands. "You are Cynthia's wolf," the voice echoed in my mind. It was Zeon Halt speaking to Thea, but when did that happen, and how was I able to recall it now?

"Cynthia! Cynthia, are you okay?" Atticus grasped my arms, shaking me back to reality.

I locked eyes with him, and he grasped that I had grasped something terrifying.

"It was him," I murmured before succumbing to tears.

Atticus appeared taken aback by the sudden outburst of emotions. He immediately enveloped me in his arms, holding me tightly as if to comfort my tormented soul.

Since the conversation with Atticus, I couldn't help but connect the dots. That fleeting flashback proved invaluable.

Atticus was spot on!

Mr. Holt was the sole authority running this vast academy, where he could manipulate a wolf into appearing and trigger transitions. What's disconcerting is that my wolf was the only one that never stirred. He didn't even attempt to rouse her. He awakened her to coerce her into listening to him.

I stepped out of the room to catch some fresh air and found Maleeka in the garden, appearing a bit on edge. I recalled the time when I first arrived here; she had been kind to me, even when aware of my wrongdoing. I couldn't determine whether she was being overly polite out of fear, trying to prevent any harm from me, or if there was another motive behind her sweetness. One thing was certain: she was a victim, not the villain I had perceived her to be.

She noticed me and promptly rolled her eyes in my direction. "What do you want?" she asked, crossing her arms as I stopped beside her, creating an awkward silence.

"I just wanted to ask if there's anything bothering you. You seem on edge," I used a calming tone, mindful not to trigger her. I could only imagine how much of a monster I might appear to her.

"My baby killer is strolling around, naturally. I'm worried," she taunted, lips forming a straight line.

"Maleeka! I won't harm you or your baby," I reassured, feeling remorseful for the monstrous appearance I seemed to have.

"Cynthia! Please, just leave me alone. I don't have the strength to argue with you," she said, nodding her head wearily.

"What's happening here?" Mr. Holt must have noticed our interaction and swiftly intervened, asserting his authority between us.