The Wicked Luna

Thirty Three

My feet kiss the muddy soil as I run.

Twigs and leaves snap in my face.

Wet leaves coated in water slap my face but I press on. The rain storm above was relentless. I've always imagined myself to be the type of person to not save any one beside myself. How deathly wrong I was.

"Cayson!" I scream over the clashing thunder.

No reply. Only the swoosh of a violent wind as it presses against trees. I stop and lean against a tree. My legs are shaking along with the rest of me. I tense up and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to suppress what may eat me alive. Where was he? My energy drinks in the silence and I try to counteract the fear that currently engulfs me.

He is gone or at least very far away.

I press off of the tree and zoom deeper into Denebs forest. My legs bound through the soaked earth and I miscalculate everything. Mistakingly my body try's to leap over a small root but the tip of my foot catches on it and I stumble towards the ground. An involuntary airy 'oof' surpasses my lips. Around me the rain continues to pour harshly. I press my hands into the wet soil and try to stand. My intense shaking combined with the fear of what happened to Cayson leaves me on the ground.

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*Before*

I lounge across the room at Ryder hoping to grab him by the neck until I strangle every last breathe from his body.

My body collided with a book case before I can successfully wrap my dainty fingers around his neck. In surprise he blinks and moves back a quarter of an inch.

My claws dig into the wood of the bookcase and I can feel rage wanting to crash into sensory overload. I feel sick looking at Ryder. I feel sick thinking of even Cayson.

Was Cayson ever going to tell me?

A gasp like noise leaves my mouth and I hear feet move towards me. I swat at the hand that is pressed on my back but the being doesn't leave. When I look up I see the girl awkwardly patting me. Her eyes are warm and melted with empathy. They look like a melted fudge pop in the summer.

"I'm sorry Cayson-..." but a hiss escapes my mouth at the sound his name.

I didn't want to think about Cayson. I didn't want to think about the possibilities of him only coming to my home as an assaisn. I didn't want to think about failing in love with the wrong individual.

It would ruin me or perhaps I was already ruined and was suppressing my true pain. How was it fair that the only person I truly loved was the product of an actual atrocious monster?

"I know your hurt by him but I know Ryder and trust me when I say his sons are nothing like him."

I could throw up. A cold sweat breaks out across my forehead. The rain outside blew in cold drifts of water but I refused to move. I let my muscles relax to the point of surrender.

"Ryder wants to kill his father and I'm sure Cayson does to. I'm not sure what happened to their actual mother-..." she trails off but her eyes dilate in fear "but I'm sure it wasn't good."

I stare into her eyes and reach my hand out to hers. She takes my hand squeezing tightly. I felt like a child next to my mother. My mother who was brutally slain by Caysons father.

She died worse than my father. I found her after my father. Her blood smeared down the hall and stairs. The traumatic memory of that night makes me want to run into the arms of Cayson. I hated myself for depending on him emotionally. I hated myself for needing him.

"I-.." I begin but my voice cracks " I just-..."

My mouth is open like a fish. How could I tell her that I loved him. That I couldn't let him go but I wasn't sure if I could move on from this.

"What will happen if that monster comes?" It's the only sentence I can manage that is void of emotion. Of revealing too much of myself.
"He's coming to kill Cayson," Ryder answers for her "Cayson didn't finish his task."

Ryder's animalistic eyes flicker around the library desperately. As if he's scared of his father popping from the shadows. Then he fixes his eyes on me and sighs.

"Cayson was supposed to lure you to my father. He didn't do it obviously."

I swallow my thanks stubbornly. Cayson isn't his father I remind myself.

"Ok. I'll help but then you all have to go. I can't-.." I say and my voice breaks "I won't let myself become another victim of your family. Not physically or emotionally."

I make my face hard and calloused. I stiffen my body to prevent letting any kind of emotion in. I could act like a stone wall until I felt nothing.

I extract my claws from the wood and stand. My hands shake at my side as I walk to the door and swing it open. Chris would surely be angry but I would pay him back generously. Behind me Ryder and that little female follow in anticipation. At every turn of the corner I jump in fright. I expect the beast to jump out and tear my throat to shreds. It doesn't happen.

When we reach my door I press my palm against the wood. My lip purses and when I inhale I realize something is very wrong. A cool breeze drifts into the hall from the bottom of my door. The rain pounds down onto the balcony rather loudly, as if the glass is shattered.

A tinge of a bitter smell seems to be in my room.

"Cayson?" I breathe out and open the door.

My hands shake violently and fear nips at my heels. Inside is everything but Cayson. The glass to the balcony is shattered. Blood is everywhere. Pooled near my bed. Some little splatters are on my bed. Trails go to the balcony before it is messily washed away by the relentless rain.

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