The Luna of Rain novel Chapter 7

Blood. Smoke. Screams.

That’s what surrounded me. Everywhere I turned.

All I could see. All I could hear.

“Run Raina. Use your powers and run. You are the future of our kind and you must make it out of this alive.”

The soft voice that whispered in my mind haunted my every dream.

Through my tears I could see my beautiful mother with her silver blonde hair and bright blue eyes that were the same shade as mine. Her eyes shone no fear even with a silver blade at her throat ready to slice at any second.

My father was in front of her on his knees, begging and pleading with his beta to order the scarred rogue from murdering his mate. His pleas fell on deaf ears.

With a nod from Arrick, the rogue wore a sick smirk as he dragged the blade across her throat, leaving my mother to bleed out in front of my father and I.

I’ll never forget the scream that left my fathers throat. It was pure agony at the loss of his mate. His Queen.

My father was already weak from the wolfsbane Arrick had slipped him during their evening cocktails. His wolf was suppressed, rendering him completely at the mercy of his once trusted beta and team of rogues.

My arms were being held behind my back by a different rogue. All I could smell was the rotten stench coming off him and the smoke that filled the air.

“Your Kingdom will be mine, Rion. With your death, I will be King.” He sneered down at my fathers broken form. “And when I take this kingdom, I will take your daughter.”

“NO!”

With the little strength he had left, my father stood on his two feet and aimed to kill the man he once trusted with his life. Except it wasn’t enough.

All I heard were my screams as Arrick plunged a silver dagger through the heart of the man I looked up to most in life. The man who was my hero.

As my screams grew louder, my body began to vibrate, electricity thrumming through every fiber of my being. I heard the rogue behind me swear and let go of my arms as he got electrocuted. I could feel my entire body buzzing like I had just touched a live wire.

I’d always known I could control the weather but this was on a whole other level.

The energy in my body kept growing to the point I thought I was going to explode. Just as I was about to unleash hell in the form of lightning bolts, I sat up gasping in bed.

That particular nightmare chose to visit me at least once a week.

No matter how many times that memory came to haunt me, it always seemed to leave me a sweaty and breathless mess. At least this time I didn’t wake up screaming.

I slid out of bed and made my way to the dusty mirror in my room and gasped out loud. My skin was paler than usual, ice blue eyes blown wide and bloodshot. My long raven black hair was sticking to my face and neck with sweat. Reaching up to calm my unruly hair I noticed my hands were shaking.

The clock on my dresser read five in the morning. I was grateful I managed to at least sleep the whole night, not like anyone would be able to tell considering my appearance.

I made my way to the communal bathroom and hopped in the shower. The cool water felt good against my clammy skin, relieving some of my nightmare aftershock.

I quickly washed my hair and body before wrapping myself in a towel and making my way over to the sinks. The mirror in front of me showed how tired I looked. While my body felt better, it did nothing to help my pale skin, dark circles, and bloodshot eyes. Thank Goddess I was on cleaning duty today so I didn’t have to worry about running into anyone.

I made my way back to my tiny bedroom and got dressed, thinking I’ll help the cooks out with breakfast before everyone wakes up and I can begin my cleaning. After dressing in a pair of black leggings and a long-sleeved black shirt, I made my way out of the basement and up the stairs to the main floor.

I entered the kitchen and could already smell the biscuits and pastries Whitney was currently baking. The scent of homemade cinnamon rolls and chocolate croissants caused my stomach to rumble, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon.

It must have been loud because Whitney walked over to me with a small smile and handed me an apple danish.

“Here dear, this should hold you over until breakfast is finished.”

I gave her a grateful smile and in a very unladylike way, stuffed my face with the danish. Goddess the woman could bake.

After finishing my breakfast, I set to pulling out dishes for the food to be served on. I laid everything out on the large island for the cooks to transfer the food to once it was done cooking and got to work making the juices. All three of the girls insisted on freshly squeezed orange and mango juice every morning.

Once the juices were squeezed and put into their individual carafes, I started the coffee maker. Alpha David and Beta Silas required lots of coffee in the morning.

I wondered if Xander would prefer coffee or juice?

My heart squeezed remembering my night with him. I hated to admit it but the thought of him leaving here crushed me. I knew as soon as he walked out those front doors it was going to feel like the other half of my soul had left.

My thoughts of Xander were quickly squashed when I heard my name being called.

“Ray, can you come here for a second?”

I turned around at the sound of Gretchen's voice. She rarely spoke to me so I could only imagine what this was about.

I followed her out the kitchen doors and into the quiet hallway. I tipped my head at her and asked, “What can I do for you Miss Gretchen?”

“What were you doing out with Alpha Xander last night?”

I tilted my head in confusion. How did she know?

“Don’t even try to play dumb. The guards told me you two came in from outside together late last night,” she sneered, crossing her arms to come off as intimidating.

The poor girl had no clue who she was messing with. Not a single person on this planet intimidated me.

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