Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337: 337-He Became A Bigger Monster

Clementine:

He stood with his fists clenched. His face was hidden behind the darkness inside his hood.

He began to walk toward us, taking slow steps. Oriana ran until she reached the space behind us.

Ian, Yorick, Haiden, and I stepped forward, forming a wall to keep him from reaching the others.

The Whisperer began whispering again, speaking in tongues. We waited for someone to break under his control.

"I am guilty," a voice said beside me.

I turned and saw Ian looking my way.

"I am guilty of tearing your family’s pictures. I am guilty of bullying you," he whispered.

Then he closed his eyes and chuckled. He turned to the Whisperer.

"That is all you are getting from me. You cannot force more than that," he said, showing he had broken the hypnotism.

None of us understood how, but there was no time to question it.

Another voice spoke.

"I am guilty of leaving Clementine with the ogres," Troy yelled.

My heart skipped because the Whisperer seemed to be targeting people I loved, likely to punish me for exposing his curse.

"Everyone stay alert," I stated.

"I am guilty," Haiden said. I turned to him.

"I forgive you," I replied.

"I am guilty," Yorick said from behind me.

I turned, confused because I thought the Whisperer worked on one person at a time.

"I am guilty of hurting you," Yorick uttered.

"I forgive you. I forgive you all," I told them. Panic started rising.

"What is going on?" I whispered.

"Ian, get them out of here. All of them," I yelled, because everyone began speaking at once.

"I am guilty."

"I am guilty."

"I am guilty."

Their voices overlapped until it was impossible to make sense of anything.

No one could forgive anyone, because they were all too busy speaking their guilt.

"Ian," I muttered, right before a sharp pain hit my chest.

It spread toward my head. I kept looking at Ian, and the realization hit me.

To escape the Whisperer’s magic, we needed to stand in front of the person we had wronged, so they could either forgive us or watch us die.

But with everyone trapped in their confession, there was no one available to forgive anyone.

Then it reached me.

"I am guilty of making you feel so bad, Ian, that you took the poison for me," I said.

Ian’s eyes widened. My hand moved on its own. I took the knife from my pocket, but Ian lunged forward and tore it out of my grip.

My body still pushed to reach for it. I needed the blade. I needed to drive it into my throat.

"I forgive you. I was never angry with you about that. You had every right to be upset with me, Clementine," Ian said, holding both my wrists and shaking me back to awareness.

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