Chapter (67): Sweet home

Luna found herself in the forest. It was cold and veiled by snow. Turning around with her bare feet, she grabbed her arms and rubbed them. Then her hands moved on her eyes, touching them, yes, she could see but what was she doing here?

How did the feast end up there?

"Where am I?" She repeated to herself.

"Where can some people predict the future, Luna?"

She shifted to where the source of the voice was. That old peasant in tattered old-fashioned clothing. She had pinned up gray hair and approached Luna.

"Did we meet before?"

Luna asked, puffing her breath out of her stiffed chest.

The woman smiled, her wrinkles ran deeper.

"We did, darling! You bought me a loaf of bread."

Her purple eyes were glowing. Luna thought about it, she didn't do such a thing already.

"When?"

The old Lady extended her hand and pleaded to have her lead. Luna didn't reject her hand and held her arm. Her eyes grew wide, the cold and tension washed away and a memory sparkled in her head. That was true, that night when the sleet kicked her down. She was remarking that day, in the evening, she met her.

"I remembered, why are you here?"

"I think you need to know something."

"What is that?"

Luna smiled, tightening her arm over hers as the warmth infused in her heart and brought relief to her spirit. She sounded nice and Luna unintentionally liked her.

"Let your heart lit up your path but don't fight with your destiny, my dear Luna."

Why would someone like her alert her? Why was she talking about an unpredictable future?

"Why? Why are you telling me this?"

The woman halted, her palms moved up and grabbed either side of her face gently.

"Because if you don't tame his heart, someone else would take your place, and I am afraid that person isn't suitable for your position. Because many people will die if you refuse his heart."

Her hands dropped, and Luna peered into those eyes.

"Who are you?"

The sound of hooves distracted her, they both turned to the road. A black rider was approaching like a moving black color that was dancing on a canvas.

"Is that the person that you said?"

Luna asked and peeked at her. The old woman smiled meaningfully.

The rider got closer, the horse stopped and neighed. It growled at the passenger who was strolling on the road and obstructed its way.

The horse rose on its back legs and the hood brushed back from the head of that rider. He was the definition of beauty, he soothed the furious horse and gazed at the girl. His eyes were full of pain, soulless and cold but it could make her heart shiver! She was lost in a daze, those eyes mesmerized her, erased her frustration but how? No, she couldn't let any man but Ryan come to her heart, nor her dreams. She couldn't betray her heart.

"Luna?"

She glanced around as Elizabeth's voice swayed around. Where was the old woman?

"Elizabeth?" She shout out for her when she felt the hand that squeezed her arm.

"Let go of me, Wilmore! My sister is here."

What? What did she just blurted, and what the wrench nightmare it was? That was Wilmore Bolingtone, not even the last man she preferred to be with, he was.

She heard wolves howling and then a black wolf rushed forward. Wilmore dragged her to himself, his mouth nearing her ears, "no matter what, you are mine."

She was terrified and was trembling under his paws. The cold rooted in her again. She jerked back, pulling herself off his hand, and ran to the wolf that sounded familiar but the prince flashed forward, he jumped and shifted as a white wolf that was twice bigger than the black one. He bared his fangs and they dangled with each other. Luna sat there, closing her eyes, she shrieked.

Luna's eyelids fluttered up in a panic, her heart was pounding exuberantly, and The shadows were around her and the mattress under her was soft and decent.

She wished to lean back and a hand came to assist her. That scent was familiar, Elenore!

"Where are we?"

She asked, her tone weak but her breath heavy and managed to let the words flux out.

"Darling, you are in my house! What happened?"

Elenore told her, her hand resting on Luna's shoulder.

"Why did you bring me here? I don't want to be in the Greenwood mansion. Lisa, Lisa?"

She shouted her name in alarm. The nightmare already scared her and now she woke up in this place. Her head was exploding. The disastrous part was that she couldn't see again.

"No, please come down! We don't live in the Greenwood mansion. Here is Dorian's house. We are in Barson."

Elenore replied and at that moment, Lisa came inside. Her face was pale and her hand was on her stomach. She saw Barbara's terrified face.

"Oh, Luna, you are up? My dear, what had happened to you?"

"Why are we here?"

Lisa approached her, she sat beside her on the mattress, changing place with Elenore.

"Please, calm down, the child has slept. Are you alright?"

Lisa pleaded. The boy was only five years old and already cried so much that his father didn't return to see him after three months.

Luna swallowed the panic that was thrashing within her heart. But no, she wasn't feeling well and she knew that Elenore had a son but could it change her heart?

"Tell me about Luna, did they return?"

"No, but Charles and Jason had come back to take us home but the weather was husky brutal. Your uncle asked us to be safe."

Luna heaved out a breath, she was trying to cease her heart from that annoying dream but those wolves were becoming her Phobia. Now she could understand Elizabeth's fear. She hated them if they were so wild like what she saw, but one of them saved her and fought to rescue her.