Chapter 419
I Am The Luna
Chapter 0419
Fuck, sheâs safe.
I press my face into her hair, trying to calm myself. She could have fucking died.
âIâm okâ¦â she breathes, âbut youâre not!â
I close my eyes, inhaling the scent of her hair, the mix of her natural scents and her shampoo calming
the blood thirst.
âWe need to get out of here. We have to move her, regardless.â I say, moving back and glancing at
Ada. Her heartbeat is stronger.
Looking at the dead bodies on the floor, I step back. Iâm going to have to burn this place down, there
are far too many dead bodies.
âSheâs still weak,â Valerie says.
Adriana looks over at Valerie. âWe do need to leave. Thank you for what youâve done so far. How is
she?â she asks as she leans against the wall, trying to keep her balance.
Valerie turns to the bed, gently tugging free from my hold, trying not to stumble as she moves away
from me; something I didnât want her to do. She looks down at the woman, lifting the shirt sheâs placed
over her chest. âSheâs healing.â She says with relief, âI think it might just be safe to move her.â
âIf theyâve not done something to the car, I think itâs safer to just walk to where Iâve parked the truck,â I
say, glad I had still been careful about that, although there might be a chance they know what my truck
looks like by nowâ¦
Crouching down before her looking at her leg, I couldnât protect her⦠The bullet shot right through,
which means at least nothing remains inside, but itâs damaged her leg, and torn through muscles and
tendons. I grab one of the shirts I had brought in earlier and bandage up her leg for her, caressing the
back of her calf.
I look up at her, trying to mask the guilt I feel.
âIâm ok.â She smiles at me, seeing right through my cold front, brushing her finger along one of my cuts,
but I move back and stand up.
âYouâre pretty good with these thingsâ¦â I say as I remove the scalpel and scissors she had used
against the attackers.
âIâm a doctor when it comes to my patients⦠Iâm not one to mess with.â She
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smiles faintly as she quickly begins gathering her things.
Sheâs not fucking wrong, the look in her eyes when I had entered, that fierceness
. Sheâs not a fighter, sheâs a protector and I realise what the difference is.
She cared for others and was ready to protect and stand before them no matter what, but when it came
to herself; she became careless.
âCome on, baby girl, letâs get out of here fast.â
âDo you think thereâs more?â she asks quietly as I scan the room, but I know she doesnât mean inside
the house.
âI donât know.â
I leave the room, needing to cover our tracks the best I can. I try to contact Damien, but thereâs no
response. Frowning, I stop before the werewolf and pull off his mask.
One of the squad captains from the Sableâ¦
What did they have that made you do this? Or did you simply have no honour, to begin with? How
many others will or have betrayed us?
Questions that I have no answers to.
Gathering the bodies, I search them all, taking anything I can find. Itâs obvious they didnât carry any
form of identity on them, but a picture of their face was enough.
I find some oil in the basement, splashing it across all the rooms and spreading it over the walls,
making sure to leave space for all of us to make our way downstairs without touching the gasoline.
I scan the rooms, making sure that Iâve gathered all the bodies, removing the weapons and piling them
on top of the pile of bodies in the hallway.
The stench of blood fills the air, a dark reminder of the bloodbath that had occurred. Even the walls and
floors are marred with blood, if it was up to me, Iâd have preferred to clean all traces of this up but there
is no time.
Every minute spent here risks us. I douse the bodies with gasoline, and soon the smell overpowers the
smell of blood as I head back upstairs.