His Missing Luna

CHAPTER 52

RAKIEL

THE VISITOR

“What the hell are you doing, Rissi?” I challenge my sister, my voice sharp and accusatory.

She gives me her best pretentious look, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. “Are you fine, Rakiel? Are you hurt?” she tries to hold my hand, but I yank it away.

“I asked you a question,” I snarl, my patience thin.

“What am I doing? Helping the people, of course. They’ve just been through a battle and need to be checked. Someone needs to see if they are fine.”

“Look around you, sister. No one is hurt that much,” I snap, gesturing to the few warriors who bear minor wounds.

“You never can tell…” She waves at a limping warrior. “Oh, hello. Are you hurt? Do you need to be checked?”

I grit my teeth in frustration, feeling the urge to snap at her.

“I am fine, thank you,” the warrior mumbles, scurrying away when he sees my glare.

“Was that really necessary? Is that what Lunas do? Make their members hate them?”

“That is enough, Rissi!” I growl. “You will not insult me by teaching me what is my duty as the Luna of this pack.”

“I am only saying what the people are saying,” she retorts, her voice dripping with condescension.

“No, you’re only saying what you are thinking. Besides, where were you when the fighting was on? You don’t look like someone who just fought a battle.” Her hair and clothes are intact, pristine.

“Not all of us can fight like you. I am not a witch like you,” she sneers, the bitterness in her tone unmistakable.

I knew she’d bring it up. It’s always been the bone of contention between us. I inherited both of our parents’ abilities while she only inherited our father’s. That was the start of our rivalry. Even since childhood, she felt cheated, and she looked at me like the villain, the one who made it all happen.

Then came Malachai as my mate. That sealed our enmity forever.

“But you’re still a werewolf. A trained one,” I remind her. Our father ensured we both received the best training while he was alive.

“I am tired of fighting battles,” she says nonchalantly, her disdain for battle clear. Over the years, she has faked being in danger to draw my mate’s attention, a pathetic attempt to steal him from me.

“But you are not too tired to still be pining for my mate.”

Her eyes flash with anger, her teeth gritting hard. “I saw him first. You took him from me!”

“I won’t bother to reply as I always do. You’re sick, sister, and you better get help.”

“Are you threatening me?”

I lean in close to her face, my voice low and menacing. “I don’t do threats, I take action. You will stop undermining my Luna duties unless I specifically ask you to. Now leave this place and go to your mate. Go and see if he is injured.”

She narrows her eyes at me before stomping away, grumbling like a petulant child.

Malachai’s voice booms from behind me. “That’s the Luna I married.” He stands shirtless, blood splashed over his chest, his muscular form on full display.

“Sometimes I want to believe my parents found her rather than had her.”

He walks to me, hugging me from behind. “Too bad she’s your twin,” he pecks my cheek.

“Too bad,” I sigh, turning serious. “We have a traitor, Chai.”

His chin rubs my hair as he nods above me. “Only one of our kind could open the shield,” he says wearily. The search for Amerie has been unfruitful, wearing him down physically and mentally. The only good thing that came out of it was that the attacks stopped until this one.

Why would anyone pull down our shield and let the rogues in? The shield has been our protection from attacks from not only our kind but from other creatures.

What could be reason enough for anyone to remove our protection, endangering the lives of everyone in the pack?

This brings back memories of what happened years ago. I feel the same fear I had that day when Amerie was taken. The feeling was fleeting yet pronounced. Before we reached where she was playing with Midriel, she was gone. And Midriel was deceived.

My heart kept breaking as I screamed her name through the forest, knowing she was gone. I went from blaming myself to almost hating my son to losing my mate and marriage. My powers spiraled, using them as I deemed fit to search for her.

My witch side almost took over. I wanted to extract Midriel’s powers to make me stronger in my search for his sister. But for the quick intervention of Malachai who saved Midriel from me and brought me back to my senses.

Wielding a sharp knife over your son’s neck is not what any mother would imagine doing. It further devastated and haunted me for a long time.

“How do we find this person?” Malachai asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

How?

“We can alpha command them all, or I can use my powers to get into their minds.”

“I prefer the command. I don’t want you stressing yourself,” he disagrees.

“Our members would feel we don’t trust them,” I explain the danger of doing that. As their alpha, he has the power to do so, but I prefer a stealthier approach. “I can do it without them knowing.”

He sighs deeply. “Just don’t overdo it.”

We leave to check everywhere and see what repairs need to be made. We help with what we can and retire to our home when we are done.

As we sit for dinner, a patrol links us about a visitor.

“Who is it?” Malachai asks.

“Alpha Kizziah of the Montana Pack.”