The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 341

Chapter 341

The moment I saw the lamb go limp in Margaret’s arms, my instinct was to look away, to shield myself from whatever dark ritual was unfolding. But I couldn’t. My eyes stayed fixed as Margaret carefully lifted a small wooden bowl, its contents a thick pool of blood—the majority of what had been spilled just moments before. Slowly, she dipped her fingers into the crimson liquid, then traced a line across her forehead, letting the red gleam catch the flickering light of the twenty candles surrounding us. The blood dripped down the bridge of her nose, casting a sinister glow. Without hesitation, she passed the bowl to the other women, who followed her lead, smearing the blood onto their own faces in the same eerie pattern.

Lilith and I were utterly captivated by this strange, chilling spectacle. Our breaths caught in our throats, our bodies frozen in place, we failed to notice the shadowy figure approaching quietly from behind until a voice sliced through the silence.

“Ella? What are you doing here?”

Before I could even respond to the sharp whisper, a cold hand gripped my wrist firmly and yanked me away from the window. We ducked hastily into the thick bushes just as one of the robed figures nearest the window glanced suspiciously in our direction.

Julie pressed a finger to her lips, signaling Lilith and me to stay silent. Only when the curtains snapped shut did any of us dare to breathe or speak.

“Julie,” I whispered hoarsely, my voice trembling, “what did we just witness?”

The woman glanced nervously between us—first at my mother, who looked pale, trembling, and utterly bewildered, then at me. Rising to her feet, she motioned for us to follow her. “We can’t stay here. Come with me. We need to talk.”

Lilith looked at me with uncertainty, and honestly, I felt the same way. Yet something about Julie inspired a flicker of trust. I took my mother’s hand, gently pulling her along as we followed Julie, who was dressed in a dark hoodie and black jeans—clothes designed to blend into the shadows, a stark contrast to the red robes worn by the others. We slipped silently into the treeline, away from the house and its ominous glow.

Once we were safely hidden, Julie turned to us, her expression grim. “What you just saw was a Black Sabbath—a ritual of dark magic. I’ve been tracking this coven for months.” She paled at the mere mention of it. “It’s incredibly dangerous for you to be here. Why did you come?”

We didn’t stop until we burst out onto the main road, about two miles beyond the woods. The night was dark and still, the only sound a distant owl hooting somewhere in the shadows. We shifted back into human form, panting heavily and trying to steady our racing hearts. Confusion and fear tangled inside me as I tried to decide what to do next.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket. My heart jumped. “It’s the hospital,” I said, voice tight with urgency. I answered immediately, dread pooling in my stomach as the voice on the other end delivered the news.

“Liam,” I whispered, the name barely escaping my lips. I shoved the phone back into my pocket. “His condition… I have to go. Lilith, can you get home on your own?”

She nodded firmly. “Yes, dear. You focus on Liam. I’ll take care of everything else.”

Before I could ask what she meant by “everything else,” she shifted again and disappeared into the night, leaving me alone with a storm of thoughts and a heavy sense of impending danger.