Chapter 275 – True Luna Book Free: The Darkness Within

“You can do it, Em,” I mumbled quietly. “I know you can. You are so brave and so strong. You can win. You will win.”

Logan approached the bed again and placed a hand on her forehead.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed angrily.

I sighed and kissed Emma’s forehead again. Wren was here about half an hour ago. He increased her meds, but it didn’t seem to help. He said that there wasn’t much he could do when the cause of her fever wasn’t physical. It was magic and he couldn’t do much.

Logan continued pacing around the room, mumbling and cursing quietly.

“I am so proud of you, my little girl,” I said quietly. “You are so strong and so brave. I will be here when you open your eyes. I am waiting for you to tell me that you got rid of those idiots forever.”

I took another deep breath and released it slowly. I was full-blown panicking on the inside, but I had to keep my cool on the outside. Maybe she could hear me and I didn’t want her to know how fucking scared I was.

What hurt the most was being helpless. There wasn’t anything I could do. I couldn’t go where she was and help her. My hands were tied and it was driving me insane.

I heard footsteps approaching the room and a few moments later Anna walked inside.

“Did you find something?!” Logan exclaimed as soon as he saw her.

“No,” Anna said, shaking her head. “I didn’t find anything.”

She looked at Emma and gulped.

“She is on her own,” Anna added quietly.

My heart tugged painfully. Logan cursed and groaned, burying his face into his hands.

“There has to be something,” I mumbled. “There has to be something we can do. This can’t be it. She can’t be doing this alone.”

Anna tightened her jaw and shook her head.

“This is it,” she said. “This is all we can do. We can’t help her fight this. We can just sit here and wait.”

Anna’s face was a mixture of anger, pain, and fear. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.

Logan laughed, making me look at him. He was pacing around, shaking his head, and laughing darkly.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” he shouted. “Is this really how this whole fucking thing is going to end?! After everything we’ve been through, this is going to end with her in a fucking bed fighting some fucking imaginary ghosts?!”

He grabbed a lamp from his nightstand and threw it against the wall, shattering it to pieces.

“Logan!” I shouted, standing up abruptly. “Enough!”

I heard footsteps rushing toward the bedroom. Alex and Mason ran inside, growling loudly. Both of them looked ready to fight, but I could tell that they were afraid. They immediately looked at Emma as they entered the room.

“Dad?” Alex said, looking from Emma to the shattered lamp on the floor. “What the hell happened?”

Logan kept growling and pacing around, ignoring Alex’s question.

“Dad?!” Alex called him as he approached Emma.

He placed a hand on her forehead and cursed under his breath.

“I told him that there is nothing I can do,” Anna mumbled quietly. “I told him that Emma has to do this on her own.”

Mason ran his fingers through his hair, pulling on it and cursing. Alex tightened his jaw and looked at Emma.

“She can do it,” he said. “She is strong. She will win.”

I gave him a small smile and looked back at my little girl. Alex was right. If anyone could do it, it was her.

“What if she doesn’t?” Mason asked quietly. “Will this thing really kill her?”

I looked up at my son and saw him staring at Anna. He looked like he was going to cry. He loved Emma so much.

Anna sighed and shook her head.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled. “It looked like it was killing her when she took it from Sophia, but I don’t know.”

She looked back at Emma and gulped.

“It could go two ways,” she added. “Either it will kill her or it will take over her and she will be even more powerful than she was.”

My stomach twisted and I instinctively wrapped my arms around her. I was trying to protect her, but I knew that I couldn’t.

“Either this thing will kill her, or she will kill us,” Anna said after a few moments of silence.

I looked down at my sister and I felt tears gathering in my eyes. If this was just about me, I would gladly trade my life for hers. I would let her kill me if it meant that she would live.

But this wasn’t just about me. I had a mate. I had children. I had a family. I couldn’t let her kill my family.

She had to win. There wasn’t any other option. She had to win and destroy that thing forever.

Emma’s POV

Every photo that was missing from our living room was in the attic. All the picture frames were neatly placed in a box, while all the pictures were put in an album.

“What the hell?” I mumbled as I took the album off the shelf. “Why did he put them here?”

I started looking through the album, making sure that every picture was there.

Why did he do it? When did he even have time to do it?

‘Eliza?’ I called my wolf.

Maybe she knew something. Maybe she could talk to Asher and ask him what the hell was going on with Andrew.

She wasn’t responding, though. I couldn’t even feel her.

‘Eliza?’ I tried again, hoping that she would answer me.

She didn’t, though. She was completely silent. I sighed and closed my eyes. She was so hurt by everything that happened that she retreated and refused to talk to me.

‘I am sorry, Eliza,’ I said softly. ‘I will try to make it better. I promise.’

I heard a loud howl coming from the forest. It sounded like a wolf was injured. The howl was so familiar and it terrified me. My breath got caught in my throat and my entire body froze.

Was it Asher?!

I forced my legs to move. I ran to the window, trying to look outside, but it was so dark that all I saw was my terrified face. I tried to open the window so I could get out and help him, but it was locked.

What the…

“Asher?!” I screamed as I slammed my hand against the window.

Why the hell did Andrew lock every fucking window in the house?!

‘Eliza?!’ I screamed as I turned around to leave and go outside to look for him. ‘I know that you are angry, but you need to listen to me! Asher is hurt! You need to talk to him! He needs to tell you where he is so I can go help him!’

I dropped the album I was holding and some of the pictures fell out, scattering under my feet. I didn’t care about it. I needed to find Asher. I needed to help him.

But before I could even move away from the window, the attic door opened and Logan walked inside.

“Logan!” I exclaimed, rushing toward him. “Asher is howling outside! He is hurt! We need to go help him!”

Logan grabbed my shoulders and shook his head.

“That’s not Asher, Emma,” he said calmly. “Andrew is at the packhouse. He is okay.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. A wave of confusion washed over me. The howl was so familiar and I felt like I knew that wolf. No, I was sure that I knew that wolf. I was sure it was Asher.

But if Andrew was in the packhouse, why did the howling sound so familiar then? Who was out there?

Well, it didn’t really matter. Someone was hurt and I needed to go help them.

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