The Unforgiving Luna

The m******e

Freya pov

Blood...

All around me was covered in red.

My heart began to pound so much that it hurts more than it should. As if it would tear out of my chest any moment. I was in so much pain, but I couldn't understand anything that was happening or what I was seeing or what all these meant.

A horrifying sight in front of me.

It seemed too real to be a dream.

I was staring at my family laying lifeless at my feet, a murderous aura spreading out from me as I clenched my fists tightly.

"I will kill you all!!" I hear myself say.

.....

With a deep intake of breath, my eyes opened.

I was in my bed, alone.

There was no one with me, no blood, no murdering intent. It was alright.

I took a sigh of relief realizing that it had been just a dream. Nothing more or perhaps I only hoped so.

I rolled over and closed my eyes, preparing to get some more rest when I heard a loud crash, I sat up again and frowned, wondering what it was.

Silence fell, and just as I thought I was hearing things, another crash sounded and I could swear I heard growls.

I quickly got out of bed, and put on my slippers as I exited the room, and made my way downstairs. It was still early morning hours so I doubt anyone was awake. I just had to check what caused this sudden noise.

Once I finished descending the stairs, a feeling of Deja Vu hit me and I froze.

My eyes widening at the scene in front of me. The television was smashed on the floor, along with it were photo frames and other objects. Just... just like it was in my dream.

It felt too familiar to ignore.

In my dream...

Yes. This scene... It was there!

It was... total chaos!

My heart stopped when it spotted the drops of blood that trailed on the floor that led right to the kitchen.

Somehow, I already knew what was waiting for me in there as I followed the lead and I arrived to meet a bloody sight.

"Mom...?"

Disbelief filled my eyes and the fear seeped deep into my bones as I ran to her and knelt in the pool of blood surrounding her.

It wasn't a dream after all, rather, a premonition.

The same brutal scene, the same feeling of dread, pain and anger.

I fu.cking saw this happen and I couldn't stop it. I couldn't do anything.

It still didn't seem real to me. Perhaps I was still dreaming.

I let my fingers touch her stomach where there was a big s***h of claws, blood poured out from there and soaked my fingers, still feeling very warm.

"Nooo!" I cried, "Mom... you cannot leave me. Dad? Ryan?" I looked around to find them, but I didn't see anything.

Just as I was about to take my fingers from the slashes on mom's belly, I heard a voice. So familiar and sweet yet it sounded in my head.

"Run, Freya. Don't let them catch you. For my sake, for our sake, you have to survive."

At first, I thought she spoke to me, but she was dead. She wasn't breathing and her eyes were left open, reflecting the horrors of her last vision.

So how could she speak to me? How could I hear this voice in my head? What in the world is happening?

Those words... Were they her last words? Did she know that I was going to hear them?

'Someone's coming.' my wolf informed me since I was not in my right mind, but I didn't move. I couldn't move, so she fought me for control.

'Kira! Don't test me.' I warned her, my voice so stern I have never spoken to her like that but she didn't listen.

'You heard what she said. You have to survive.' she scolded me instead.

Survive?

My wolf seemed to be determined as she fought me for control and somehow, I just found myself hiding under a table in the kitchen the next moment.

"Find her this instant! Make sure you check every nook and cranny of this place. She couldn't have gone far." commanded a deep, powerful voice.

Footsteps poured in and one of them stood right in front of where I hid. Because the room smelled so much of blood, he wouldn't be able to smell me out. I also held my breath while I waited.

My eyes moved down and I saw his boots. Golden green with a speck of yellow.

There is no way I would mistake those shoes. Because only guards in the Royal Family wore them.

The Royal Family? What did they have to do with my parents?

The questions poured in at once and I found myself unable to breathe. The guard in front of me noticed the sound and he bent a little and peeked between the tablecloth.

I could swear he saw me, but he just looked away as if he didn't see anything.

"Cleared! There's no one here." the guard announced and I took a sigh of relief when they all left.

I got out of my hiding space and managed to make my way towards the balcony and it was there I saw them.

Dad and Ryan, my little brother. They were in each other's arms and... Dead.

I bit my lips hard as I cried with my mouth closed. The pain ate me up from my insides and It felt as if my heart had been stabbed over and over again.

Just this evening, we were thinking and planning about where to go for my 18th birthday. I had no idea, no idea that it would never happen.

That I would lose them like this.

"Dad... Ryan…" I knelt next to them, taking their cold hands in mine as I brought them to my face. "I'm sorry." I cried.

The realization that all of these was real broke me in ways I couldn't imagine. In one night, I lost all the people dear to me. They all died except for me.

A chuckle left my throat and I didn't know how long I knelt there like that.

A deep voice brought me back to my senses.

"I think that is enough."

Startled, I took in a breath but acted calm without looking at the person who appeared behind me.

"Is it?" I asked, chuckling as I wiped my tears with the back of my hand.

"Be a good girl and come with us. You see... they all deserved this."

They deserved this? They were nice people. Everyone loved them so much, so how would one deserve such a cruel death?

"Do they... really deserve a death like this?" my words were only loud enough for him to hear. "The Royal family... What business do we have with them? Why did they do this?"

"You'll be shocked if you knew." there seemed to be excitement in his voice as he strolled over to stand in front of me, then he knelt to be at my eye level and I looked up at him through the messy locks of my hair.

"Wow... I love that look." he chuckled, "Those eyes… the way it burns with rage. What? Do you imagine killing me in your head right now?"

"You killed my family!" I forced the words out through gritted teeth.

"No. It was ordered from above and I only did as I was told still..." his lips widened in a grin, "I enjoyed the hunt."

How could he smile like that after everything? How did this person even have a soul?

My hands clenched tightly and I felt my eyes burning with rage and something else... A desire to kill.

His eyes met mine and his grin slowly disappeared while I studied his face. Pale skin, beautiful face, long brown hair and blue eyes that stared at me with unconcealed evil. I ingrained this face in my memory because first I will survive.

And I will be back.

And then... I will never forgive or forget today.

I will find, hunt and kill whoever was behind ruining my life. Everyone who was a part of it. The guards, this pale skinned man, the Royals...

I will kill them all!!!