His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 63

Several howls began echoing in the air and they both froze before standing up.

"They're here," My dad muttered. He hugged my mother and I tightly, pressing two lingering kisses onto each of our foreheads.

"You know what to do, right Love?" He asked, his voice wavering slightly. I could see his fear and love swimming in his eyes as he gazed at his equally terrified mate.

"Yes I do," she swallowed thickly, gently bouncing a fussy me. For a second, they just gazed at each other silently, no words spoken, as if they knew that this was it; the end of everything.

My heart clenched as tears gathered in my eyes, desperately wanting to just reach out and help them.

Another series of howls broke the moment and I watched as they both slipped into their leader roles, their eyes hardening and filling with resolve and determination.

"Until we meet again Mica,"

"Until we meet again Sofia," They both nodded at each other before running in opposite directions.

I was shocked and surprised that they had said that to each other, because that was only said when a wolf was dying. It was like they knew they wouldn't make it.

I tried to follow either of them, but my feet remained planted on the ground and all I could do was hear the sounds of fighting in the distance. Tears streamed down my face as I heard my original pack and family be torn apart by the worst kind of monsters.

The vision around me slowly faded away as the office came back into focus. I rubbed my temples and wiped my face, wondering why my spirit forced me into that vision.

I stood up, suddenly feeling restless and began pacing around the room. It had been a while since I had a vision and I had no idea what to make of it. I already knew how Hunters had destroyed my pack and countless of other packs too.

Something gleaming caught my eye and I turned to realise it was the silver arrow on the desk. I reached for it, once again touching the sharp jagged edge as I thought.

Not many packs used silver and the few that did preferred a smoother cleaner edge as opposed to the roughness of this one. I was also told vampires and witches didn't use these types of arrows either, since they either had larger arrowheads or more intricate patterns and beautifully designed shafts.

So this weapon was crafted either by a creature gone rogue or a completely unknown enemy.

Again, my mind replayed my vision, my ears ringing with the howls and screams of the innocent. I could hear weapons fly through the air and the sound of both sides clash. I wasn't sure if I wanted to see it or not since the sounds were scarring enough.

I froze.

The hairs on my neck and arm raised as the blood in my veins chilled with a startling revelation.