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.⋆｡⋆🩸˚｡⋆｡˚🌗˚｡⋆. ◟ ✦ Fate isn't done with you. ❞
THE SUN WAS BEGINNING TO RISE, casting a red glow on the clouds over La Push beach's cliffside. The morning after Bella learned the truth, Luna sat near the cliffs, trying to process her new reality. She'd stayed with the Blacks to give Bella space, even though Bella had told her she didn't have to.
Luna hadn't slept well. She awoke before dawn and found herself drawn to the cliff the pack liked to dive off of, though she wasn't the type to be into such things. The view, she hoped, might be therapeutic.
The waves below, once a soothing rhythm, had become violent, crashing against the rocks with a ferocity that matched her racing thoughts. Each swell seemed to rise higher, as if the ocean itself was trying to reach up and pull her into its depths. Luna's breath caught in her throat as she stood at the edge, her curly hair whipping around her face, stinging her cheeks with the force of the wind.
She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breath, but the cold was relentless, seeping into her bones and making her feel as if she was already submerged in the icy waters below. A distant rumble of thunder echoed across the sky, a low growl that vibrated through the ground beneath her feet, making the earth feel as unstable as her emotions.
It was then, in the corner of her eye, she saw it—a flicker of orange-red, a blur that didn't belong in the stormy palette of the day. Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned. Luna's foot slipped, and for a moment, time seemed to stretch thin. Her breath caught in her throat as the ground disappeared beneath her. She flailed, reaching out for something—anything—to grab onto, but the cliffside was already slipping away. The sky spun overhead, a dizzying blur of red and gray as she plummeted towards the churning sea.
The world tilted, and her breath caught in her throat, her scream stuck, frozen in her chest. The cliffside and the sky spun around her, blurring into one as she tumbled into the abyss.
The icy cold water hit her like a wall, shocking her system as she crashed through the surface. The cold was so intense it felt like fire against her skin. She struggled, gasping as she resurfaced, only to be dragged under by another powerful wave.
Luna's mind raced, the terror of drowning gripping her as she fought to stay afloat. The salt stung her eyes, her vision blurred as she frantically looked around, hoping, praying that the figure she had seen was just a trick of her imagination.
But there it was again, that same flash of orange-red, now closer, unmistakable. Panic surged through her as she recognized the figure—it was Victoria. The realization hit her like a punch to the gut, her limbs growing heavier, colder, as the current dragged her further out to sea.
