His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 24

I felt something warm trickle down my neck and I raised a hand to feel something sticky. Drawing my hand back, my eyes widened at the red substance covering my fingers. I cupped the mark where I was bitten, feeling more liquid gush out at an alarming rate.

I could no longer feel my limbs and dark spots quickly clouded my vision before I fell unconscious and collapsed onto the floor.

I woke up feeling strange. I wasn't sure why I felt weird, I couldn't name what felt so out of place. Regardless, I woke up in a hospital room, relatively painless asides from my stiff body.

I carefully sat up, looking around the room for a clue as to why I was here. I heard murmuring outside my door before the handle turned and a figure stepped inside.

It was Aurelius who stepped inside, carrying a coffee cup. He didn't seem to notice me sitting up in the bed as he ran a hand through his inky hair and rubbed the back of his neck tiredly.

He had a dark stubble on his face that looked days old and shadows under his eyes that were dark enough to look like bruises.

He finally looked up, his pale blue eyes wide as they made contact with my brown ones. He let out a whoosh or air before walking towards me.

"You're up," he stated.

"Why am I here? What happened?" I asked. My voice was a little rough.

"You don't remember?" I shook my head. Obviously I didn't know why I was here otherwise I wouldn't be asking.

"Well," he swallowed, awkwardly taking the seat besides me. "After the meeting in the hall, some maids found you collapsing on the floor bleeding from your mark," I blinked as I digested his words, memories finally returning to me.

I remembered the sudden pain that erupted from my neck and the throbbing pulsing sensation as blood oozed out of the wound. The intensity of the pain and the blood was all so sudden.

"You lost a lot of blood. The doctors still don't know why your mark hadn't healed or why you were bleeding," My hand instinctively went to the side of my neck, surprised to find the skin there smooth and painless.

He watched the movement, his eyes glued to the spot on my neck my fingers brushed.

"Your mark, it's gone," I was surprised, needing to look for myself. Thankfully, there was a small mirror on the bedside table and true to his words, there was no mark on my neck. The skin was smooth and flawless, no sign of anyone ever having bitten me there.

I was relieved.

"I'm glad it doesn't hurt anymore," I muttered. He didn't respond.

"Everything was going well. She had three kids and everyone was happy," his lips twitched into a frown.

"But she was a rogue at the end of the day. She had never lived in a pack. And as much as she tried handling her duties as Luna, the stress got to her and her wolf freaked out. We all watched her grow distant and cold, withdrawing more and more into herself.

Eventually she became rabid; feral. She went on a rampage one night and killed any wolf in her way. She killed some of the warriors that tried to stop her and even severely injured my father, her supposed mate. That should have been impossible. It's impossible to hurt your mate," he paused.

"My siblings and I were there. We rushed outside at all the commotion. We all saw her rip apart a pregnant woman, tearing the poor woman and her unborn child to shreds," he screwed his eyes shut, remembering the vivid imagery of that horrid night. I smelt his blood from how hard he was digging his nails into his palm.

Reaching out I grabbed his fist, slowly uncurling it while rubbing his knuckles with my other hand. It was quiet for a second before he reopened his eyes, still lost in a traumatic memory.

"My brother somehow wasn't scared. He ran up to our mother who was in her wolf form and tried to calm her down. For a split second it seemed to work. He was reaching up to pet her fur.

"But then something in her snapped, I saw it in her eyes. She was pure animal with no control. With one large swipe of her paw, her claws dug into my brother, tearing at his chest," he let out a shuddered breath, pulling from my grasp to tug at his hair.

"We all rushed to help him but there was nothing we could do. My mother didn't seem to care she hurt her mate and killed her child and eventually, the warriors came and killed her," he finished.