Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128: 128-All On The Rooftops

Clementine:

"Isn’t this one of your friends?" the same young woman asked, as they shoved Xenia onto her knees.

"Please, please don’t hurt me. I’m just—I’m just a teen," Xenia sobbed. I could already see they had beaten her badly. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"What have you done to her?" I screamed at them. Their smiles only grew wider.

"We didn’t do anything, we saved her. She was attacked by some bad monsters," said a boy who looked about fifteen. But that child didn’t look like a child. He looked like someone who had walked straight out of hell.

"Let her go!" I screamed. As I turned to look at my squadmates, they gave me a hand gesture, almost like telling me not to bother too much about Xenia.

"Guys, I understand she messed up earlier, but these people are not the ones who should be having their hands on her. If anything, we’ll make sure she’s punished in the academy, not here by these people doing some ritual." I hissed, swallowing fear and anger. They were terrifying. What if their ritual put us in danger?

I kept insisting, but I could tell they weren’t interested. Still, if the ritual worked, it would mean they were using Xenia to harm us. Then Haiden rolled his eyes and stood up from the ground.

"Fine. Give her back to us," he said, making it clear he was only doing it for me.

"Didn’t you say you don’t hurt anyone? Then why keep her captive?" I asked. That’s when I noticed Troy moving closer, standing by my side to let me know he was also doing it for me.

"Return her to us, she is not some sacrificial goat," Yorick yelled, almost like showing off to me that he was also standing with me.

"We just want to meet, that’s all. We want you all to come sit with us. But you act like we’re insane, running away from us." The same man from before, the one with the long hair, was now standing at the last house, the brown one closest to our rooftop.

"We don’t need to meet up. Say what you have to say here." I reminded him he could still talk. But why did he want us to step inside the brown house?

"Guys, these people are fucking crazy," Ian muttered, making us all turn and briskly follow him. With our hands gripping the low rooftop wall, we looked down to see two of their people painting the green house, the one we were standing on, brown. But do you know how? They were painting with blood.

"What the heck," I grunted. Now we realized why it wasn’t brown paint. They were covering houses with the blood of their victims, turning them into different shades of brown.

I turned to look at my squadmates. It didn’t make sense. We had no clue what these people were doing, but we knew they were dangerous.

"You say you’re not harming anyone. Then what the fuck is that?" I yelled, and their smiles began to fade. It was strange, the way all of them lost their expressions at the same time.

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