Page 5 of Losing My Siren Luna
My uncle must have discovered the truth, because he knew how to inhibit not only my Lycan, but my magic as well.
With the last of my strength, I can do just this, emptying what is left inside me for my final escape; the last of my life.
“Goodbye, Valerina. I am sorry you were cursed with such a pitiable counterpart.”
“Don’t say that, El. Don’t take-“
Her words are cut off as I pull on the last remaining shred of magic inside me, calling them forward, then coating my heart with the force.
One thought is all it takes to end it. End it all.
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“Elelira!”
I groan as I turn in bed.
“Elelira!”Val’s voice filled my head.
A bed? How did I come to be in a bed? Did those men take me? Was I unsuccessful? There is no way….
My eyes shot open and I sat up, alarmed and unsteady, gazing around at the familiar room around me.
No….
Why am I here? In this bedroom? The chambers I kept for two years. 2 painful years in the south.
Hidden Cove Pack.
Why am I here? Did Lachlan find me somehow? Why? Why would he?
“El, I don’t think-“Val starts to say, but knocking at the door cuts her off.
“Elelira. It is time to wake up. The omegas arrived to help you prepare for the wedding.”
“Wedding?” I echoed. What wedding? Whose?
Niomi, a familiar face, the elderly woman who once helped me in my adjustment to the south, opened the door and I gasped.
It really was her.
She died. After one year of life here in the south, the only person who ever showed me an ounce of kindness died of an incurable disease. How can she be here now?
“Niomi? Mimi?” I stumbled to my feet as I murmured the nickname I once called her, gawking in disbelief. I hastily stumbled towards her, practically falling into her arms as I wrapped my arms around her in a warm embrace.
She is taken back for a moment, but just a moment. Her hands quickly started patting my back, hesitantly at first, then with more purpose as I began to sob in her arms.
“What is this? We just met yesterday but I am glad to see you have accepted this old woman already.”
“Yesterday?”
It had been almost three years since we first met, two since her death and I last saw her.
Her death.
She was dead. She can’t be here.
She nods and smiles at me kindly, making my heart pang. “Elelira, dear. Your uncle and future husband are waiting. We must begin the preparations if we want to make the ceremony on time. It's your wedding day!”
