CURSED BY MOON, BOUNDED BY BLOOD
chapter 11
lily
my body is hurting extremely everywhere
lily fell abruptly to the ground
lily
*I'm losing consciousness*my head is spinning blood rushing from the fall
patrick
*Rushing towards lily *
Patrick, in his massive wolf form, stands protectively over Lily’s unconscious body. His fur bristles, and his eyes glow an eerie amber as he growls ferociously at the wolf of the Dark Pack. The growl echoes, vibrating with raw, Alpha energy.
patrick
(telepathically, his voice is cold and commanding)
Run while you still can.
The Alpha Werewolf of the Dark Pack steps forward, his eyes gleaming with defiance.
wraith
(low growl, smirking) You’ve won this round, Prince. But the hunt has just begun.
With a chilling howl that pierces the night, the Dark Pack wolf retreats into the shadows, its forms disappearing into the mist. Patrick shifts back into human form, his breaths labored, his body scarred from the battle. His eyes immediately fall to Lily’s motionless body lying on the cracked pavement.
patrick
(falling to his knees, cradling her gently)
Lily… no. Not like this.
He brushes the blood-matted hair away from her pale face, his hands trembling. For a moment, the horror of losing her threatens to break through his Stoic exterior.
patrick
(his voice breaking)
I promised to protect you… and I failed.
A sudden rustle nearby snaps Patrick to attention. His senses sharpen, his head snapping towards the sound. His nostrils flare, catching the faint scent of another presence lingering in the shadows.
patrick
(growling, low)
Who’s there?
A soft chuckle emerges from the darkness, followed by slow, deliberate footsteps. Rose steps into view, her eyes glowing faintly under the streetlights. She looks at Lily with a mixture of disdain and satisfaction.
rosé
(mocking, with venom)
Touching, really. The big, bad Alpha playing the hero. How quaint.
patrick
(glaring, rising to his feet, his fists clenched)
You did this.
rosé
(shrugging, feigning innocence)
Me? I simply gave her a taste of her true nature. The rest? That’s all her.
Patrick’s eyes dart back to Lily as she stirs slightly, her breathing shallow. A faint glow emanates from her hands, flickering like dying embers.
patrick
(panicked, crouching back down)
Lily, hold on. Stay with me.
rosé
(smirking, stepping closer)
You should let her go, Patrick. The Blood Moon’s curse doesn’t let go so easily. She’s slipping into something far worse than death.
Patrick snarls, his hand twitching as though to strike Rose, but he hesitates, his focus returning to Lily. Her eyes flutter open, glowing briefly with a haunting golden light before fading to her normal color.
lily
(weakly, her voice barely above a whisper)
Patrick…
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