Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: 130-Legs Wrapped Around His Waist

Clementine:

After she failed to control Ian’s mind, she went silent, and the eerie feeling disappeared. That’s how we knew she had left. Ian and I sat on the rooftop, wide awake. Then it hit me. Someone was screaming at the top of their lungs in the distance.

Both Ian and I jumped up and rushed to the small wall of the rooftop. Haiden, Yorick, and Troy also woke up, still half asleep. Ian even had to grab Troy by the back of his shirt before he slipped down the roof.

"What’s going on?" Troy asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Somebody’s screaming," I answered.

It was almost dawn, and we could see some light around us. When we squinted toward the sound, we were shocked to see it came from the house where all the other squadmates had gathered.

"Wait, what’s going on? How did they get there?" I asked, panicking.

"They didn’t," Ian said. "I think the crusaders tried to leave. That’s when these people caught them."

We looked down and saw an army of brown-house people dragging Jessie from Red Squad by her hair. I didn’t know where the others were, but she was the only one we could see.

"Okay, we need to do something. That’s it," I said, realizing we had been afraid of these people for no reason. But soon we noticed they carried not only knives, daggers, and hammers, but also stun guns. That explained their confidence.

"I’ve got a plan," I said, and everyone turned to me.

"What is it?" they asked.

I stayed quiet, and after a moment, I think they understood what I meant. We spent the next ten minutes discussing it while Jessie was dragged back into the first brown house, the same one we had been in. At this point, we could tell all the big people were inside that house.

Morning arrived, and we had no clue who else was out there or how many members the brown-house people had captured. At least we had a plan, we were going to wait until nighttime.

"There are a total of eight brown houses," I said, noticing they were no longer painting ours with blood. That scared me, because it meant they were busy with the two girls they had caught.

It felt like a terrifying situation, but we hoped we could put our plan into action before it was too late. Still, they had a whole day to frighten us.

Sometimes the brown-house people came up to the rooftop and just stood there, holding bowls of soup or pieces of meat, eating in front of us. I wasn’t sure, but sometimes it felt like they were trying to tell us they were feeding on our crusaders.

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