Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26: 26-The Blond Guy From The White Squad

Clementine:

We looked around for a while, but night fell, and we were pretty cold. We were also starving, so Troy and I decided to look for some fruit trees. We found an apple tree, and he was the first to take a bite because I didn’t want to risk being poisoned by an apple from a tree, which seemed harmless by the way. But who knows, this place was pretty messed up. Once I saw he was fine, I grabbed an apple too. He started the fire, and we sat around it, watching the flames rise. For a moment, there was just silence. If it had been us before the fight, we’d be laughing, talking, gossiping, playing all kinds of fun games. But things had changed, and it was because our communication was really poor. We were young, I admit that, but I still expected him to come to me first. The way he handled the situation left me thinking, maybe it was for the best that we were no longer friends.

"You know, others were pretty confused seeing what you were hiding behind that hat and those baggy clothes," Troy said after clearing his throat.

I just let out a scoff because I knew exactly what he meant. Sadly, when I wore those baggy clothes, they didn’t respect me. But I noticed their attitude changed once my appearance did.

"What was that scoff for?" Troy definitely noticed, so he asked.

"What about you? Why has your attitude changed?" I asked, raising my eyes to find him staring at my face before he shrugged and looked away.

He was sitting on his ass, knees up, legs apart, with his arms wrapped around them.

"Honestly speaking, I just... I told you, I feel awkward bullying you now because it feels like I’m mistreating a girl," he mumbled under his breath.

"Sure," I rolled my eyes. Then I looked around for a bit, glancing up at the sky.

When night arrived, it kind of started to look like South, East, and West. Like nothing was wrong with North.

I’d heard great stories about the North being the most beautiful one. Their packs used to be rich and full of fun things and activities. I remember my maid telling me she had run from the North when all the chaos erupted. She was just a baby back then, a little child.

So it really saddens me how this part started to go bad. Like mold on bread, it starts in one corner and then ruins the whole thing.

This is what we were afraid of, that somehow these monsters would cross the border and reach the other regions. That would be a disaster. Only the warriors would survive in that case.

"You know, Clementine, I honestly don’t care how you dress or how gorgeous you look now."

His tone had changed again. My eyes moved back to him, and I found him tilting his head, staring me dead in the eye.

"Because I know how ugly you are on the inside. You’re jealous, envious.You’re the reason I’m sitting here today. Otherwise, I would’ve been back in my pack, treated with respect, wearing an alpha crown and not becoming an alpha crusader." The pain in his voice made me look away and bite my tongue. If only he knew the truth. If only he had asked. But I had promised myself I wouldn’t explain myself to him again. Not until I felt like he had earned the explanation.

"Anyway, we should rest now. We’ll start looking for Elliot in the morning." Just as quickly as his mood had spoiled, he lay down, and I felt like he had already fallen asleep because he closed his eyes. I stayed awake for a while, sitting and looking around.

The cracking of the wood, eaten by the fire, sounded like a melody. I didn’t want complete silence because this place was indeed scary.

After some time, I finally lay down, hands clamped together under my cheek, and fell asleep on my side.

For a moment, everything stopped, all the worries halted, as I dreamed about what my life would’ve been like if my mother were with me. But all dreams come to an end when morning arrives. And sure enough, I woke up at exactly 5:15, like every other day. It was as if some alarm had been fixed in my head.

But this time, I wasn’t waking up to my stepmother beating me up, or yelling at me, or throwing cold water in my face. I was waking up to an extremely terrifying sight in front of me.

It was Elliot standing on top of Troy, glaring at him.

He was on all fours, hands down, goat legs apart. Troy had no clue, or maybe he was in a daze, but he just lay there, sleeping as Elliot glared at him.

I began to get up from the ground, first raising my head, but with minimal movement. I felt like if I breathed too loudly, I’d catch his attention, or he’d stomp on Troy. He looked like he could be very powerful. Of course, he was Elliot the Faun, the monster who could kill you with his hooves and his horns.

But the minute I tried to lift my leg, a branch snapped under my foot and he finally moved. In a heavy, dramatic movement, he turned to me. It was almost theatrical, but it scared the shit out of me. His eyes were this weird shade of grey, and the black seemed to pour into them the longer he stared at me. Then I noticed he was changing color. His horns started to turn red, almost like they were on fire. That’s when I knew I had his attention. And I guess that was the right thing to do.

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