Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 126: Chapter 126
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Helen POV
I couldn’t help but fall asleep, feeling like I had been in this cell for three days now. The full moon has come and gone, and I never got the chance to mate with Justin. I knew he wanted to have pups soon, and the idea is so thrilling to me, but maybe it’s for the best.
He could kill me if he’s not careful and I can’t ignore that possibility.
I dreamt of his Lycan and the darkness that clouded his eyes at our worst moments together. Our relationship isn’t fully mended after I stabbed him, but it had to be good enough for him to come after me… right?
I can only imagine he thinks I have run away and he has no interest in finding me, but it’s so far from the truth. I want to fix our mating bond so we’re back to where we used to be.
We still had our enemies and we had our battles, but we were in love through it all.
I woke up at last, groggy and weak. I looked at the ground all around me, seeing piles of pixie dust where that murderer must have destroyed every last one of them that he captured. I let them down even though I never agreed to be their savior.
Either way, I felt like a failure.
I blink back cold tears, my mouth dry and my stomach churning. I would need to eat soon or I’d fall asleep and never wake up, which might be what William wanted. He wanted me to suffer over Scott’s death, even though it was never my fault to begin with!
Scott is the wolf that hurt me—rejected me—and now I’m being punished because my mate and I had to defend ourselves from him? All of this could have been avoided but then I wouldn’t have met Justin.
I loved my mate more than I hated this torture.
“She’s awake,” William chuckled, meandering through his dungeon and running his hands over the cell bars. “Well, well, little Luna. How are you doing? You don’t look good, that’s for sure.”
I kept my head down, feeling woozy and uninterested in this torment.
“Oh, what is wrong, Helen? Don’t want to talk to me?”
I had sunk backwards against the floor, the collar around my throat still tight and keeping me on the cold floor. He reached forward, pulling the chain and forcing my head up to stare at him as he stood over me.
“I don’t like it when I’m talking to you and you’re not looking at me, girl.”
“I don’t like looking at your ugly, rude face,” I snarled. “You’ve already killed all the pixies, William. Why don’t you just end me now? Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with. I’m done being tortured by you.”
He snickered a rolling, echoing laugh. “Maybe I don’t want to be done torturing you, Luna. Maybe I want the stench of your blood to carry far enough away that your mate catches wind of it and comes after you.”
I braced myself, curing into a ball to protect myself but he never did try to make me bleed. He only shuffled through the pixie dust nearby, kicking it into the air while he laughed a menacing laugh.
He finally stalked off, humming a song under his breath in nonchalant ease. I couldn’t help but notice his simple, evil behavior and think of his brother Scott. He was so carefree when it came to hurting my feelings, to trying to kill my mate to make me suffer.
I can see that his bloodline is tainted and needs to be eradicated for good.
The pixie dust still fell all around me and I hated the sight of it, but the thought crossed my mind to what Oscar told me before. They are a healing species and if I need anything right now, it’s to heal.
I stretch out as far as possible, rolling into the pixie dust while I bite back tears. I hate that they had to die, but William has to be stopped. The only issue is that I could take William in fight but I could never face the Huntsman alone.
As long as I run faster than him in Joy’s form, then I would be okay. The pixie dust covering my back and my face was working, a warm buzz forming in my empty stomach while my bruises and my scratches were healing quicker than it would with a wolfen healer.
I grabbed at the collar, inhaling slowly and circling my fingers around the restrain keeping me pinned to the floor. I prayed that Joy could help me, that she could fight back with me, and I finally ripped the harness away.
I inhaled at last, sucking my breath like it were my last.
Even though I had healed, I moved slowly and ridged, leaning on the bars as I walked right out of my cell, William underestimating my ability to get out of the chains. He shot me with the dart to silence Joy, but after so long in that dungeon, I was feeling her be awakened within me.
“Okay, a little bit further…” I grunted, finding the doorway out of this damn dungeon.
I moved to open the door and it didn’t budge. There wasn’t a key anywhere so I tried to convince Joy to help push it open but I could suddenly hear steps coming towards the door!
I threw myself in to the nearest cell, jumping into the darkest corner of the room while the door swung open and William stalked down to the last cell, to my cell, a chrome pistol in hand. He probably had another dart in that gun, ready to silence my wolf more, but I couldn’t allow it.
His eyes went wide when he saw I wasn’t there anymore.
I sprinted out the door and slammed it shut, hearing him fire the gun inside the dungeon and screaming out. I was thankful the door locked automatically because he began to bang and kick when he ran out of bullets.
It felt too solid for his wolf to tear through the steel plated door but I could hear him snarl and scratch and try. I could only laugh, turning to hurry out of this building and into he compound that William must’ve built with his rogue henchmen.
The concrete wall around the homes was tall, but I could reach it if I got on one of the roofs and jumped over the barbed wire on top. Joy was ready to make a run for it until I caught the eyes of a familiar man across the pathway, staring me down with hatred and anger.
Seeing the Huntsman again made my blood boil and it was only made worse when I could see him reaching for his pistol.
I shifted quick, pouncing onto the roof so I could fling myself over the wall, but when I reared back, a shot was fired. Joy howled so loud that it came back in a echo from the woods, my body shifting forcefully as my ankle bled from a dart.
“Dammit, now!”
He chuckled a laugh, watching me struggle to stand as I crawled across the roof, moving toward the wall nearby. I wouldn’t be able to jump over it yet, but if I ignored the barbed wire and just climbed over it, I could still have a chance.
“You’re not going anywhere, little Luna!”
A shot fired again, the dart ricocheting off the overhang from the ten roof and hitting the wall. I stood on my good leg, held my breath, and launched over the wall, another shot coming and going as I scratched up my body on the wire and hit the ground below.
My bones ached and broke, but I had to get to Justin. I had to get away from the Huntsman!
I couldn’t help but fall asleep, feeling like I had been in this cell for three days now. The full moon has come and gone, and I never got the chance to mate with Justin. I knew he wanted to have pups soon, and the idea is so thrilling to me, but maybe it’s for the best.
He could kill me if he’s not careful and I can’t ignore that possibility.
I dreamt of his Lycan and the darkness that clouded his eyes at our worst moments together. Our relationship isn’t fully mended after I stabbed him, but it had to be good enough for him to come after me… right?
I can only imagine he thinks I have run away and he has no interest in finding me, but it’s so far from the truth. I want to fix our mating bond so we’re back to where we used to be.
We still had our enemies and we had our battles, but we were in love through it all.
I woke up at last, groggy and weak. I looked at the ground all around me, seeing piles of pixie dust where that murderer must have destroyed every last one of them that he captured. I let them down even though I never agreed to be their savior.
Either way, I felt like a failure.
I blink back cold tears, my mouth dry and my stomach churning. I would need to eat soon or I’d fall asleep and never wake up, which might be what William wanted. He wanted me to suffer over Scott’s death, even though it was never my fault to begin with!
Scott is the wolf that hurt me—rejected me—and now I’m being punished because my mate and I had to defend ourselves from him? All of this could have been avoided but then I wouldn’t have met Justin.
I loved my mate more than I hated this torture.
“She’s awake,” William chuckled, meandering through his dungeon and running his hands over the cell bars. “Well, well, little Luna. How are you doing? You don’t look good, that’s for sure.”
I kept my head down, feeling woozy and uninterested in this torment.
“Oh, what is wrong, Helen? Don’t want to talk to me?”
I had sunk backwards against the floor, the collar around my throat still tight and keeping me on the cold floor. He reached forward, pulling the chain and forcing my head up to stare at him as he stood over me.
“I don’t like it when I’m talking to you and you’re not looking at me, girl.”
“I don’t like looking at your ugly, rude face,” I snarled. “You’ve already killed all the pixies, William. Why don’t you just end me now? Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with. I’m done being tortured by you.”
He snickered a rolling, echoing laugh. “Maybe I don’t want to be done torturing you, Luna. Maybe I want the stench of your blood to carry far enough away that your mate catches wind of it and comes after you.”
I braced myself, curing into a ball to protect myself but he never did try to make me bleed. He only shuffled through the pixie dust nearby, kicking it into the air while he laughed a menacing laugh.
He finally stalked off, humming a song under his breath in nonchalant ease. I couldn’t help but notice his simple, evil behavior and think of his brother Scott. He was so carefree when it came to hurting my feelings, to trying to kill my mate to make me suffer.
I can see that his bloodline is tainted and needs to be eradicated for good.
The pixie dust still fell all around me and I hated the sight of it, but the thought crossed my mind to what Oscar told me before. They are a healing species and if I need anything right now, it’s to heal.
I stretch out as far as possible, rolling into the pixie dust while I bite back tears. I hate that they had to die, but William has to be stopped. The only issue is that I could take William in fight but I could never face the Huntsman alone.
As long as I run faster than him in Joy’s form, then I would be okay. The pixie dust covering my back and my face was working, a warm buzz forming in my empty stomach while my bruises and my scratches were healing quicker than it would with a wolfen healer.
I grabbed at the collar, inhaling slowly and circling my fingers around the restrain keeping me pinned to the floor. I prayed that Joy could help me, that she could fight back with me, and I finally ripped the harness away.
I inhaled at last, sucking my breath like it were my last.
Even though I had healed, I moved slowly and ridged, leaning on the bars as I walked right out of my cell, William underestimating my ability to get out of the chains. He shot me with the dart to silence Joy, but after so long in that dungeon, I was feeling her be awakened within me.
“Okay, a little bit further…” I grunted, finding the doorway out of this damn dungeon.
I moved to open the door and it didn’t budge. There wasn’t a key anywhere so I tried to convince Joy to help push it open but I could suddenly hear steps coming towards the door!
I threw myself in to the nearest cell, jumping into the darkest corner of the room while the door swung open and William stalked down to the last cell, to my cell, a chrome pistol in hand. He probably had another dart in that gun, ready to silence my wolf more, but I couldn’t allow it.
His eyes went wide when he saw I wasn’t there anymore.
I sprinted out the door and slammed it shut, hearing him fire the gun inside the dungeon and screaming out. I was thankful the door locked automatically because he began to bang and kick when he ran out of bullets.
It felt too solid for his wolf to tear through the steel plated door but I could hear him snarl and scratch and try. I could only laugh, turning to hurry out of this building and into he compound that William must’ve built with his rogue henchmen.
The concrete wall around the homes was tall, but I could reach it if I got on one of the roofs and jumped over the barbed wire on top. Joy was ready to make a run for it until I caught the eyes of a familiar man across the pathway, staring me down with hatred and anger.
Seeing the Huntsman again made my blood boil and it was only made worse when I could see him reaching for his pistol.
I shifted quick, pouncing onto the roof so I could fling myself over the wall, but when I reared back, a shot was fired. Joy howled so loud that it came back in a echo from the woods, my body shifting forcefully as my ankle bled from a dart.
“Dammit, now!”
He chuckled a laugh, watching me struggle to stand as I crawled across the roof, moving toward the wall nearby. I wouldn’t be able to jump over it yet, but if I ignored the barbed wire and just climbed over it, I could still have a chance.
“You’re not going anywhere, little Luna!”
A shot fired again, the dart ricocheting off the overhang from the ten roof and hitting the wall. I stood on my good leg, held my breath, and launched over the wall, another shot coming and going as I scratched up my body on the wire and hit the ground below.
My bones ached and broke, but I had to get to Justin. I had to get away from the Huntsman!
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