The Forsaken Luna

CHAPTER FOURTY-SIX

Mackenzie

I hear voices speaking indistinctly. They are far away and muffled, but I can still hear them. I can't decipher what exactly are they saying, but they're discussing something. There's background noise as well. Scraping of a chair, heavy footsteps, grunts and growls.

My eyes flutter slowly open, but my vision is too blurry to recognize the area around me. I blink a couple of times before my vision clears. It's a room. A room in the pack house of the Polaris pack.

My throat is dry and my lips feel like they are glued together. I turn my head to the side to try and see if there is a glass of water anywhere near me, but the nightstand is empty, if we don't include the car keys, phone and wallet on it. I squint to see the objects on the nightstand, only to figure out that they belong to my mate. The car keys are definitely for the pickup truck.

I try to sit up, but my whole body protests in pain. I feel a rush of scorching pain crawl over the middle of my body, from my stomach up to my collarbones. A choked up grunt escapes my throat and I fall back against the bed.

What happened to me?

I can still hear voices talking on the ground floor, so I try to focus on them instead of the pain. My wolf first focuses on my mate, searching for him. I hear his voice coming from downstairs and I relax. He is speaking with a low tone and he sounds angry, so I decide to try and figure what he's talking about. I close my eyes and listen.

"They're getting more and more dangerous. If we're doing this, we're doing it tonight." Elliot's words are slightly muffled, but I hear the just of his sentence. Doing it tonight? Is he talking about the plan I created?

I open my eyes and force myself to get into a sitting position. Tears prick my eyes as the scorching pain shakes my body. I get to the edge of the bed and carefully place my legs down on the floorboards. Why does my chest hurt so much?

I glance down to the shirt I'm wearing, only to notice it's one of Elliot's. Did I fall asleep in Elliot's shirt in the pack house?

Flashes of my last moments of being awake appear in front of me. The way I had trouble breathing. How I was panicking. The suffocating feeling as I pushed through the people at the party. The ringing in my ears. Elliot's calloused hands that picked me up and carried me from the party.

I was at Charlie's Halloween party and I got poisoned by wolfsbane.

I pull Elliot's shirt from by body only to see bandages and large patches covering me down my chest and stomach. They are covered in blood, staining the once white bandages. Now I know why my chest and stomach hurt so much.

I slowly stand up, feeling the burn in my chest and stomach. I feel tears gather in the corners of my eyes again, as I move through the pain and head to the door. I quietly open it and peak out, hearing the werewolves downstairs better.

"This is suicide!" Petra exclaims, which makes a few werewolves mumble in agreement. "No, it's not. Frederick isn't stupid to engage in a battle with three packs." I don't recognize the voice that is shutting down Petra's comment. "So, we just storm into the pack territory and demand that Frederick hands over his pack to Elliot? He won't just oblige." Max's voice is low. "I'll fight him for it." My mate answers his best friend.

They are talking about my plan. They will execute it tonight. I have to be there along with him. I need to be by Elliot's side so I see him. So he'll be more confident in himself.

"And if he kills you in the process?" Maddison's question quiets everyone down. Silence floats on the ground floor, until Elliot breaks it. "Then he kills me. And someone else is going to try to take over the Midnight pack." A shudder runs down my spine when I hear his answer. Then he kills me? No, I won't stand there and watch his own father kill him. I won't lose him.