His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 83

"Without you, the Silverclaw Guardians would have died that night. Their legacy would have never continued like it does today," I continued.

"You staying would have only resulted in your death and I don't know what would have happened to Romeo without his father, and I without my uncle," I finished, my own tears falling down my face and mirroring his.

"Your parents would have been so proud of you," He sniffled, cupping my face.

"They would have been proud of you too," I said, pulling him into a hug.

We held each other for a moment, standing on tainted land. The wind was whipping even more so violently, pushing my hair all over my face and I pulled back, looking around, suddenly hit with an awful feeling.

The voices were suddenly quiet and it was eerily silent.

The guards were nowhere to be seen and as I tried to mindlink them, this sense of dread washed over me.

"How wonderful!" An unfamiliar voice exclaimed. We both turned to te source of the voice, finding a man stepping out of the shadows, flanked by what appeared to be twenty or so people.

"We all love a family reunion, don't we?"

I growled loudly at the man, hatred and anger crawling all over my body, burning my skin.

"McConor," I snarled, standing protectively in front of my uncle.

"And you must be that silly baby that escaped all those years ago," He taunted, walking even closer.

His men had guns and arrows all pointed at us, and despite the urge I had to close the distance between me and that old man, I wasn't stupid enough to think I could get out of this alive.

"You won't be so lucky this time," Hs smirked. He was smart enough to stop a couple of feet away from me, two guards flanking him while the rest circled us.

"She will fulfill my sisters vision and wipe you all off the face of the earth," My uncle snarled from behind me.

For the first time since I knew him, I saw rage burn in his ochre eyes, his face transforming into a terrifying visage.

The old bastard didn't look impressed, his face looking rather bored. He waved his hand and suddenly, we were flocked by his guards.

I was being yanked and pulled, attacked from all directions. Despite my good fighting skills, I was outnumbered severely and received a few blows to my stomach, knocking me to the floor.

I managed to claw one hunter's face and with a pained scream he let me go and I scrambled to go try and help my uncle.

Before I could move towards him, I was suddenly pulled back, pushed onto the ground and restrained. I could only watch in horror as what happened next.

Two hunters were throwing a flurry of punches and kicks to my uncle, which he tried to defend himself from. One hunter stood behind him, lifting his arm, a gun pointed.

"No!" I yelled, watching as the wretched human pulled the trigger.

For a split second, everything froze. I watched in slow motion as the bullet hit my uncle straight in the back, making him arch suddenly.

His shirt stained red as a growing patch of blood blossomed from the place where his heart was. His face was surprised, glancing down at the growing red circle before looking up at me.

So many emotions passed over his face.

I woke up to a horrible aching pain all over my body. My head throbbed and my my body felt sluggish and heavy. I had to blink several times to clear my hazy vision but when I did, I was staring up at a dark and grainy ceiling.

I lay there for a while, trying to figure out where I was. I was in a dark and unfamiliar prison cell. The only sounds I could hear was water slowly dripping down here in the distance.

Then it hit me.

Suddenly, the ache of my body was nothing compared to the searing pain in my chest. Waves of grief washed over me and tears sprung to my eyes, remembering what happened.

My uncle was dead.

One of the last members of my family had been ripped away from me by the same cruel hands that had stolen my parents from me.

How was I going to tell Romeo?

Goddess, this was my fault.

My chest siezed with pain as mind started playing memories of my uncle. From the day I first met him before the pack dinner, to him speaking about my parents as we built our new pack.

He was the fatherly figure I had craved my whole life. He had been my only link to my parents and without him, I felt as though I had lost my parents too.

Closing my eyes, I tried mind linking Kieran, to tell him the turn of events but a sharp pain in my head stopped me.

What was going on?