His Forsaken Luna-Chapter 115: You know me?

Soren swiped his sword, but it dropped to the ground. It was so quick I’d blinked and missed his movement. I stared wide-eyed at the creature’s hand punched through Soren’s chest, and the bag of sweets fell from my hands. A scream crawled its way up my throat, but I caught it before my horror could grab hold of me. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

I rushed forward, reaching for the sword. My movements instantly snapped the creature’s attention to me. He flung Soren to the side like a discarded toy as I struggled to lift the sword. Its head tilted to the side as those deep crimson eyes observed me, stepping closer, taking its time.

I didn’t realise I was backing away, the sword dragging on the ground in front of me. Goddess, why was I so weak? I glanced at Soren. It was a mistake.

The creature’s face was right in front of me. "Ah!" On reflex, I punched it in the face. It didn’t so much as blink.

"Lli..." It said, taking the sword from my hand and tossing it aside.

My lips flattened into a grim line, and I backed away. The Blood Wraith followed me, our steps slow, observing each other. My heart thudded louder and louder, my breath halting. I knew he was just toying with me.

Like the High Fae, or so I believed from the humanoid appearance at what little I could make out, this creature did not look like some beast. If blood did not coat his mouth and hands, he would be described as a handsome man—far too handsome. The pale skin was flawless, and his short brown hair framed sharp features.

"How do you know my name?" I asked, stalling for time. I was no fighter, not yet, and it was clear I could not run from him.

The man—creature—Blood Wraith smirked. "Come with me," he stretched his bloodied hand towards me. My blood turned cold as I realised it was Soren’s blood staining his hands crimson.

I took another step back.

"I won’t ask nicely again." The man’s eyes narrowed, and any form of pleasantness he’d forced on his face dropped. Even with his looks, anybody could tell there was a demon behind those eyes. Each step closer to me was full of menace.

I stared back at him as the wind swept through our hair and the sounds of agonising cries ripped through the air.

Suddenly, a blur of shadow cut across the clearing. The Blood Wraith’s head snapped to the side just before a massive black wolf slammed into him with bone-crushing force. The creature let out a guttural hiss as the wolf’s jaws clamped around his neck.

I stumbled back, watching in stunned silence as the wolf—Eryx, I realised—shook his head violently, ripping the Blood Wraith’s head clean off. The creature’s body convulsed before crumpling to the ground, the head rolling away as black ichor spilt across the earth.

The wolf, now bathed in the inky spray, snarled and lunged at the nearest Blood Wraith with a force that sent the creature flying backwards. He was unstoppable, a shadow of death clawing and ripping his way through the forest. As the wraiths began to circle him, Eryx let out a roar so deafening. It sent chills down my spine.

Another Blood Wraith lunged at Eryx from the left, its taloned fingers aimed at his throat, but the wolf spun, his claws ripping across the wraith’s chest with a spray of blood. He didn’t pause to see the creature crumple; he was already moving on to the next one. His massive body collided with another Blood Wraith, sending it crashing into a nearby tree, its bones shattering from the impact.

The air was thick with the sounds of combat—snarls, screams, the sickening crack of bones. But Eryx fought like a battering ram, tearing through the Blood Wraiths one after another. A wraith’s clawed arm swept towards him, but he dodged it with ease, lunging straight into the creature’s chest and sinking his canines into its heart. The Blood Wraith let out a horrible screech as Eryx ripped the beating organ free.

I watched, mesmerised by the chaos around me but unable to turn away from the fury that was Eryx. Each strike, each bite, he was a force of nature, a storm of fur and claws.

Eryx turned to me, his glowing green eyes blazing with a feral intensity. His sleek black fur was matted with blood, but he didn’t seem to notice. He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through the air like a warning.

Before I could say anything, howls filled the cold night and other Weres, their forms massive, charged into the clearing. They descended upon the Blood Wraiths that had begun to appear from the trees. The clash was brutal. Teeth and claws tore into the wraiths’.

I watched in horror as one of the wolves was impaled by a Blood Wraith’s taloned hand. Another wolf managed to rip the head off a wraith but was promptly overwhelmed by two more. The air was filled with the sounds of snarls, screams, and the sickening crunch of bone.

The howl of another wolf echoed through the night, fierce and commanding. I knew it straight away. How could I not hear the call of the Alpha King?

Alaric appeared, charging forward in his grey wolf form, his massive body a blur of fur and fury. His eyes burned with rage. He tore through the Blood Wraiths with a vengeance, his claws raking through their bodies as he fought with terrifying speed.

But the Blood Wraiths were too powerful and too quick. Alaric’s attack was met with brutal resistance. One wraith grabbed hold of his leg, dragging him to the ground, and another leapt onto his back. Other Weres immediately fought to aid Alaric.

It was obvious from where I stood the creatures figured out who Alaric was quickly and attacked. It drew everyone’s attention to the Alpha King.

The battle turned into a nightmare as more wolves fell. Alaric was back on his paws, fighting with ferocious growls echoing in the air.

The wolves scattered, forced to regroup. The forest was littered with fallen warriors, blood staining the snow beneath their paws.

Eryx stayed close to me, his massive form a shield as he tore through the Blood Wraiths with savage precision. He moved like a force of nature, his claws slicing through the creatures as if they were parchment. Yet even he couldn’t protect everyone. Wolves were falling. The ground was littered with their blood, and very little of the dismembered remains of the Blood Wraiths.

Finally, the remaining Blood Wraiths let out an unearthly screech and began to retreat. Only four of their number lay dead, their heads ripped off. The rest vanished into the shadows as quickly as they had appeared. The clearing was left in a gruesome silence, broken only by the ragged breaths of the surviving wolves.