Chapter 3
Attacked

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POV: Luna Rania Vikesh

“Did Benson already find her?” The woman asked the muscular man who was standing and staring at the huge window glass from their huge mansion.

The air was filled with so much intensity – floating amidst the silence of the night.

She was sitting on a single deep forest green sofa while sipping her favorite lemon and mint tea. She was wearing a white sundress that flowed freely, reaching her knees, which was paired with nude flat shoes.

Her burgundy hair was neatly done into a messy bun. The woman had an aristocrat aura that was purely intimidating, added to by her narrowed eyes looking at the man.

She was in her late forties by undeniably still younger to look at.

He didn’t answer her question and just continued puffing his stale tobacco while looking at the moon in its state – the new moon at its darkest form.

It seemed like there was something huge that was going to happen. He was just wishing that it was a positive thing and not an ominous one.

However, the prophecy had been spoken decades ago – and they both knew that it was something that they couldn’t dodge or even stop.

Having those thoughts, they both knew that it was already a boding evil one.

The man let out an inaudible sigh.

“Lorenzo,” the woman called him – pure irritation was visible in her voice which was directly at him, for not answering her question.

The man called Lorenzo let out a loud snarl and faced her – she shuddered but she composed herself and raised her brow as she placed back the teacup down to its saucer.

“Just stop it, Rania. You know, we couldn’t have her here.” Lorenzo emphasized every word and tried to make her understand his point – but his face says otherwise because it reflected his hopelessness and pure concern.

Rania let out a defeated sigh and roughly cleared her throat. Her desperation was getting out of her, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Her husband, Lorenzo, turned his back at her and faced the huge glass window once again.

He was wearing a black simple shirt and dark blue denim pants that fit perfectly in his entire body. He had this abnormal muscular size – one that radiates authority and an intimidating aura. It was already given because he was – no other than the Alpha of the Lunar Pack.

This time, it looked like he was also feeling the same thing as her.

And they needed to take a step or else…

She let out a frustrated sigh – but she made sure to make it inaudible. The least thing that she wanted right now was to piss off her husband. Although deep inside her, she also wanted to lash out already.

Silence filled the air.

And this was making her impatient already.

Especially when Lorenzo seemed like he wouldn’t give me an answer yet. She didn’t want her wolf to take over her.

“But the plan is already ruined, Lorenzo, and you know that. We only have one last draw left and we need her to execute it.” Rania reminded him – after a few more seconds of silence – as she clenched her fists tightly turning her knuckles into paperwhite.

Lorenzo let out a deep sigh as he shook his head gently and remained silent – still thinking thoroughly about how to move on with their plan.

“What if-”

She was about to say something when she was cut off by the huge wooden door which suddenly banged open.

Rania gritted her teeth.

Whoever that was trying to barge in unannounced – she would make sure to give him or her a piece of her mind.

However, it was their daughter.

And she was more concerned about the way she looked.

She looked so terrified – or problematic over something.

“Mom, we have a problem,” their daughter, Shahara, told them with a hint of urgency in her voice.

Rania turned pale while her gaze darted towards Shahara. Lorenzo, on the other hand – without a hurry – put down his tobacco on the ash tray that was lying on the table lamp and looked directly at her daughter’s worried face. He might be wearing his normal reaction but deep inside him was full of unadulterated concern.

Their hearts beat speedily as they both looked at her – and based on their daughter’s face who was nodding disappointedly at them, something terrible might have happened.

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POV: Tamara Davis

At that very same time, Tamara was running as fast as she could to God knows where – ignoring every sharp branch and vine that brought painful scratches and bruises all over her entire body.

After she witnessed how Benson turned into a freaking large wolf, as well as those wicked and fearful rogue’s eyes – her own reflexes told her to instantly run, and she immediately did. She fought her wobbling legs and gathered all her strength, for all she wanted was to escape.

To escape from everything that was insanely happening towards her – that she almost couldn’t comprehend why and how. Her mind was spinning as her forehead full of bullets of sweat that were gradually flowing down her face.

She was gasping for air and looked behind as she wiped that trail of sweat in her forehead that streamed down to her cheeks – her extensive fear turned into a raging fuel that made her move expeditiously.

Thank God!

No one followed her.

She stopped her tracks for a second and took a deep breath as she placed both hands in her knees – hunching her back.

Tamara consciously looked around as she was embraced with a deafening silence and the night’s darkness. The hooting of the night owl stopped and only the sound of the crickets resounded the place – wherever it was.

The gushing cold wind aided in easing down her maddening hyperventilation a while ago.

She let out another deep breathy sigh before she continued walking in her unknown tracks when in a split second an enormous murky wolf appeared before her!

His large and bared canines were evident as it maddeningly snarled at her – ready to attack.