The Royal Alpha, & Loyal Luna

24. Roar To Life .

Luna Nova's POV

I was falling.

I could feel the wind trying to push through my matted hair, attempting to cool my heated scalp. Whipping against my skin, it was a painful yet pleasant feeling.

To feel anything other than what I had these past few days.

My mother had been torturing me. Going hours without giving me food or water, ingesting me with wulphed, while keeping me in chains that were soaked in it.

She had allowed her Beta to shoot me and because my wound had far from healed, I knew the bullet had to be laced with wulphed too.

And even with all she had done to me and not done for me, the worst way she'd pained me.. was by harming our own blood. My brother, her own son.

I'd go through this a thousand times, just to make sure he was safe. And he was.

He's safe now.

I could feel my weight drop into someone's arms before ever touching the ground. I mustered as much strength as I could to open my eyes.

"Gio.." My raspy voice got out. I was glad to see him. Though a familiar stranger, he had helped me and I was thankful that he risked his life for mine, a familiar stranger to him. "Thank you.."

And then unconsciousness threw its dark veil over me.

*

It was peaceful for all but a moment.

And as soon as that moment had come and gone, back came the pain. Searing, intense, excruciating pain.

The kind of pain that began as small prickled needles in the beds of your feet. Then would slowly creep up your legs until it gave them such a deep ache, that they would numb with an unwanted bone-chilling throb.

After, it slowly, tauntingly spread from there to my midsection, all throughout my stomach and chest, igniting an unbearable feeling. A pain so profound, I'd found myself screaming within my own mind.

My arms, they were sparked into a fire that man himself could not create, a fire that gods would envy. And my head.. it felt as though that bullet went straight through it rather than my stomach.

I couldn't move anymore, I couldn't move within the mixture of agony and writhing torment I was in. In my own mind, I couldn't even hear my thoughts. Only the inner sounds of my screams, what it would be like if I were to voice them.. but I didn't even have enough strength for that.

I was a prisoner. I was no longer bound by chains, by my mother's pack, by anything, but I was by pain.

I was a prisoner in my own body.

Even within a subconscious state, I felt as though I was blacking out. Falling deeper and deeper within myself, being entirely engulfed into nothing but the depths of my own suffering.

Every time I felt I would come to just enough to be back into the normal state of unconsciousness, scenes would play out before me. Such vivid, confusing scenes that I soon realized where memories, old and new.

It started with the new.

Each scene would fade in as a static-covered screen, slowly coming in just enough for me to see parts of the scenery. Then all at once, washing over me in waves.

I felt every wave, because in each one, I drowned.

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The look in her eye was barely familiar, it had been the scariest and saddest thing I'd witnessed next to Tino being chained and Dad being put into a coma.