The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 411

Chapter 411

68 – Elara

I ordered every warrior under my command to stay close to home—no wandering off, no traveling, no unnecessary socializing. Still, I didn’t want the witch responsible for this chaos to think she had scared me into hiding. So, the school remained open, and so did all the shops. I realized how foolish that was during the drive to Red Fang—how could anyone go out safely if we were supposed to stay put?

Thank the Goddess someone else was behind the wheel. The pressure behind my eyes throbbed painfully, like a storm building just beneath the surface of my skull.

“Stop the car!” Marietta’s sharp command made us all jerk forward as the brakes slammed down. “Elara, we need to find her—now.” Her voice cut through the fog in my mind, but it felt like I was trapped inside a tunnel, distant and disconnected.

“What?” I mumbled, my words slurring as if I were drunk.

“Now! Elara, feel the pull—show us.” Marietta grabbed me, her hands firm but steady. Everything around me was blurry, my senses dulled. I tried to follow her instructions, but I felt nothing—no pull, no direction. Then, when I looked toward that emptiness, it worsened. She wanted me to lead her into that darkness, to the source of the disturbance. I could do that. I staggered toward the feeling, though I could barely see a few feet ahead. My wolf was silent, no reassuring presence in my mind. This was bad. I knew it was bad. Yet, my mouth remained shut, my body moving on autopilot while my mind was trapped in a haze. I couldn’t even command my arms or legs.

Suddenly, a shout pierced the silence. Someone was yelling, but I couldn’t see who. My vision was clouded with bursts of color, like static on a broken screen. Then, a rush of air and sound vanished in an instant, and I fell hard onto the ground. The fuzziness disappeared, replaced by sharp clarity and bright light.

“What the hell was that?” I grumbled, rubbing my sore backside.

“They were waiting for us,” Marietta explained grimly. “Someone knows you and your mate are apart—and that you’d come to him in a crisis. This was a trap to keep you separated. You’re weaker apart. You need Ben.”

I pushed myself up too quickly, my stomach rebelling. I refused to vomit here, in front of these witches who were no better than my Elders, those old voices telling me I needed a man to lead my pack.

“We’re going to meet with Ben, Junior, and their top warriors because something’s happened to Junior. I’m not running to Ben because we had a spat. And if any of you think I need a man to do my job right, you can go screw yourselves.” Marietta looked ready to argue, but I raised my hand, cutting her off, and headed to the car. Since I was walking and conscious, I assumed whatever magic had attacked me was gone. I could feel Marietta and Brianna close behind, but I didn’t want to admit how weak the magic had left me. We had to check on Junior and figure out a plan—one that would shift us from defense to offense.

Sliding into the back seat of the SUV, I was annoyed when Marietta and Brianna squeezed in beside me.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify