The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340

Ella’s POV

By the time Lilith and I quietly slipped out through the back door, the full moon was shining brightly overhead, casting its silvery glow across the night. That luminous pull tugged at my wolf’s instincts, setting her on edge, though not nearly as intensely as the night before. Perhaps it was the anticipation of running through the woods that distracted her from fixating on Alexander for once.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Lilith asked softly as we closed the door behind us. The house was wrapped in silence, everyone already fast asleep. I had put Lucien to bed hours earlier, and he was peacefully resting, but I hoped to return within the hour, just in case he needed me.

Gods knew I might not have much time left with him if I couldn’t find a cure for this damned curse. The thought weighed heavily on my heart, but I forced myself not to dwell on it. Getting lost in despair would only shatter me and make it impossible to focus on the task ahead.

I gave a firm nod. “If you truly believe this is connected to the curse, then I trust your judgment.”

My mother’s expression softened, relief flickering in her eyes. “We’ll be quick. Just see what she’s doing. We can save the real investigation for later—if there’s even anything to investigate. This could easily turn out to be another dead end.”

I swallowed hard, trying not to let that possibility sink in. I couldn’t afford any more dead ends. Liam couldn’t afford them either.

With precious little time before midnight—the hour Margaret was supposed to arrive at her secret meeting spot, according to Lilith’s sources—we wasted no time. Lilith and I shifted into our wolf forms and darted through the woods toward the location the maid had revealed.

The journey on foot took nearly an hour, but I didn’t mind. The crisp night air rushing past my fur and filling my nostrils was unexpectedly calming. For a brief moment, my mind quieted, the usual turmoil giving way to a stillness I hadn’t felt in days.

At last, we reached a clearing where muffled voices echoed faintly through the trees. Peering through the branches, I spotted the crooked silhouette of an old, dilapidated house. Warm yellow light spilled from its windows, and the scent of wood smoke hung heavily in the air.

And then…

The metallic slip of the blade.

The sickening squelch of blood bursting from tender flesh.

The sharp coppery scent that filled the air.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as the horrific ritual played out before us.