What Happens in Chapter 85 – From the Book His Rogue Luna
Dive into Chapter 85, a pivotal chapter in His Rogue Luna, written by Goddess-Of-Dawn. This section features emotional turning points, key character decisions, and the kind of storytelling that defines great Internet fiction.
It was clearly no time to mourn nor the time to give up. Hundreds of people were relying on me, and I couldn't afford to think of all the things that could go wrong.
I had to think about now and figure out wha Diana meant about my powers.
Artemis' POV
I couldn't tell how much time has passed since I had no way of knowing, but with each try of mind linking I grew more and more exhausted.
The barrier in my mind was as unmovable as it had been when I first woke up and I was only left feeling frustrated.
I had no way of communicating with the outside world and I had no idea what McConor was doing right now. Had he already started the attacks?
I was feeling nauseous just by thinking of all the packs he would destroy if I'd didn't somehow figure out my way around this. The pressure was only making me more frustrated and I huffed after another failed attempt, leaning my aching head against the damp wall and closing my eyes.
I listened for any kind of sounds and asides from the sound of dripping, there was nothing to hear. I couldn't catch anything.
I perked up, suddenly hit with an idea.
Closing my eyes, I tried focusing my mind, channeling my energy differently this time. Instead of mindlinking others, I listening for the thoughts of others around me.
It was quiet, and I struggled to hear anything. At first, I thought it was because no one was close enough to me, but as I strained my ears and my mind to catch anything, I felt the hope in my chest wither away.
I guess the witch had really taken all of my mental powers.
Jesus Christ, how long am I expected to stad out here?
I gasped, my eyes snapping open as I looked around me. I double checked that no one was in the dungeons with me and had said that aloud before closing my eyes again to focus.
I felt my mind slip away from my body, floating in that familiar grey space. I searched for the mind that had spoken those thoughts but suddenly came up blank.
I could feel more frustration bubble under my skin, not wanting to lose the only opportunity I had.
Focus.
I inhaled deeply, holding it for a second before slowly exhaling. I let go of all the emotions I had balled up inside me and relaxed my body. Letting my mind drift, I concentrated on hearing the voice I had heard earlier.
Focus.
Where the fuck is Jeremy? He's cutting into my lunch time.
I was careful to not let myself grow excited and react. Instead, I directed my energy into trying to delve even deeper into his mind and see through his eyes.
Focus.
I was standing in an empty hallway, the dim light above me humming and flickering. I glanced at my digital watch, huffing as I realised it was now half past twelve.
I gasped and clutched my head as a sharp pain hit me, no doubt from the rude awakening I just received. I could hear the vile man laugh at my distress and I just glared back up at him.
"Come here to torment me some more Taylor?" I asked, liking how his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched.
His brothers also tensed which only made me grin wider.
"You think you're so smart, don't you Mutt?" He sneered, crouching to my level. His two brothers also stepped forward, each grabbing my arm, as if to hold me down.
"You see, you were wrong yesterday. You creatures don't stand united," He smirked. "I attacked two packs yesterday and a coven of vampires."
I kept my face blank, hating how smug his face was. I wanted to punch him, to get him away from me but I refrained. Giving them a reaction was what they wanted.
"And you know what? It was easy. Disappointingly easy," He paused, watching my face. "I managed to kill an alpha and all his bastard children. It's disgusting how you dogs breed like animals, so I made sure to start with the younger ones first."
Something worse than rage burned in my body, threatening to swallow me whole.
"Now I can be sure that pack won't come back to bite me in the ass," He finished with a sick grin. He grabbed my face with one of his hands, squeezing as tight as his stupid human strength would allow him to.
I really had to stop myself from struggling against the guards holding my arms. Fighting them would give them satisfaction and I would not let them ever get off on my pain.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to attack your precious pack. If the strongest pack in America fall, then that will send a message to all you creatures," Hs continued.
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