The Lightning Luna

Chapter Four

Alexander's Point of View

"Don't talk bad about yourself. You are the most beautiful and precious thing to me. You are way better looking than any of those sluts out there." I tell her, and she gives me that look that makes my insides quiver, before she shuts her eyes. When she opens them, her blue irises an black pupils weren't visible any longer. All I saw was white, and it was creepy. I'm pretty sure her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

She looks at me a moment, pure surprise crossing her features, before they morph into hatred and fear, "Get the hell away from me!"

"Striker!" I yell, as she starts thrashing around. She's trying to get away from me, but the chains and straps hold her firmly in place. the chains were cutting into her skin. I grab her face to try to make her look at me, and she screams.

"Get away from me!" She screams in my face, "What do you want?! I didn't do anything!"

What was she talking about?

"She's seeing Jonathon." A voice says, and I turn around to see her older brother, Ace. He sighs, and scrubs his face with his hand, "By entering her mind earlier, he perminantly planted the fear of him in her mind." He motions with his hands for me to follow him, and I look at Striker- not wanting to leave her. He chuckles, "Don't worry about it. We'll just be outside the room." So I turn and follow him.

Once we're outside, he grabs me by the throat and pins me to the wall, "This is your fault!" His eyes were black now.

I snarl, "How is this my fault?!"

"Because you couldn't keep it in your pants, my sister is suffering!" He lets me go, and punches a hole in the opposite wall. As much as my Wolf and I wanted to kill him, he was still Strikers' brother, and she'd probably never forgive us. Ace looks back at us, the fury evident in his eyes, "Mom told me that after you two mated was the only time he'd be able to get to her. You are the reason she's gonna go Dark."

"Wait, how can she go Dark?" I say, only catching the last part, "She's already a Light witch."

"In theory, she's a Light witch." Ace says, leaning against the wall, "But every Light witch has darkness inside of them, just like Dark witches have goodness in them. It's Ying and Yang. Yet because Striker had a Dark warlock for a father, her darkness is stronger than normal. If Jonathon picks and prods enough... Striker will go Dark, and she'll kill everyone. Starting with the people she loves most."

"But what about my mom? I mean, she's a Dark and she hasn't hurt anyone."

"You'd be surprised what a Dark witch will lie about. I think you'd better ask your mother about her past; before she met your father." He stands up straight, "But know this Alex, if my sister dies or goes dark because of your ass, I'll kill you myself." And then he walks down the hall.

He doesn't have to worry. My Wolf says quietly, We'd die without Striker. I silently agree with him.

Striker's Point of View

When I wake up the next morning, Alex is sitting across the room. He's looking at me with blood shot eyes, and wet, tear stained cheeks. I pull on the chains, "Can you unchain me, please?" My voice was hoarse, and my throat hurt like hell. I look up, and I see dried blood on my wrists. I look back at Alex, but he's already infront of me with a key. He's looking down at me, guilt and shame clouding his face. I try to grin at him, "Still feel like a porno?" My voice cracked. I don't think that helped.

He sighs, his shoulders sagging, before he unlocks the chains, and steps away from me before I wrap my arms around him. Immediately, my eyes sting, "What did I do?" I clear my throat, but it just throbs, "I'm sorry, if I did anything to upset you. If you'd just tell-"