Chapter 11
As the car sped through the wilderness, the rocky mountain road made each turn feel like an escape from fate itself. Maurice, sitting beside me, held his injured hand tightly, blood seeping through his fingers. I gripped the steering wheel, eyes focused ahead, avoiding the treacherous path, but my mind was scattered. The events that had just unfolded, the kidnappers, the narrow escape–they had all drained me emotionally, though I couldn’t afford to show it.
Suddenly, a group of rogues appeared, ambushing us with their menacing glares and threatening stances. I slammed on the brakes, and Maurice and I prepared to defend ourselves. But just as we stepped out of the car, the sound of howling echoed through the trees, followed by a flurry of motion. The Silver Moon warriors arrived, moving swiftly, dispatching the rogues with ease.
Relief flooded through me, but it was short–lived. Among the warriors, I spotted Lorik rushing toward me, his expression tight with concern–mixed with something else. For a moment, he seemed genuinely eager to see if I was alright. Then, as his gaze shifted to Maurice beside me, his face
twisted into one of displeasure and jealousy.
“Why are you two together?” Lorik’s voice was rough, accusatory, as if the very idea of Maurice being near me was an affront.
Maurice raised an eyebrow but said nothing, leaving me to answer. I straightened up, still reeling
from the ordeal but unwilling to let Lorik’s misplaced anger rattle me. “It was Maurice who saved me,” I replied coolly, locking eyes with him. “Luckily, he showed up. If I had to wait for an Alpha who’s been misunderstanding me all along, I might not have survived.”
Lorik flinched at my words, his eyes flickering with a brief glimpse of guilt. For the first time in years, I saw something softer in his gaze–a rare hint of apology, though it was half–hearted at best. He took a tentative step forward, arms outstretched slightly as if wanting to embrace me.
“I’m sorry, Sherry,” he murmured, his voice low, as if trying to soothe the tension. “I was handling something at the time, that’s why I couldn’t-”
“I don’t care anymore,” I cut him off, stepping past him without another glance.
But something made me pause. From the corner of my eye, I noticed it—a faint smear of lipstick on his collar. My heart stilled, though it wasn’t out of pain for him. I had long been numb to Lorik’s neglect, but this? This was a final blow. Even in the midst of my kidnapping, he had been with another woman. His delay in coming to save me suddenly made sickening sense.
He followed my gaze and quickly noticed the lipstick. His face flushed with embarrassment as he fumbled for an excuse. “It’s not what you think-”
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Theld up a hand, silencing him. “I don’t want to hear it, Lorik.” My voice was colder than I felt, but the truth was, I was already beyond caring. I had been done with him long ago.
Lorik grabbed my arm as I turned to leave, his grip tightening, his voice growing desperate. “Why are you so angry? I’ve done enough for you!” His eyes darkened with frustration, something raw and unsettling surfacing in them. “If your family hadn’t deserted the battlefield three years ago, my leg wouldn’t have-”
“What?” I turned sharply, shock cutting through me.
He faltered, his expression twitching, but he covered it up with a low growl. “Never mind. Forget it.” His eyes narrowed, trying to regain control over the situation. “You’re here out of guilt. You’ve been trying to make up for what your family did.”
I yanked my arm free, disgust rising in me like bile. “Guilt? Compensation?” I scoffed, my voice shaking slightly from the anger that coursed through me. “I don’t owe you anything, Lorik. Not
anymore.”
Lorik’s eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of emotions, his wolf struggling inside him. I could feel it, the tension rising between us, but I was done. There was nothing left to say. I turned my back on him, walking toward Maurice, who watched the exchange with a knowing smirk.
Maurice, sensing the intensity, spoke up, “Hey, Lorik, you have no idea what kind of Luna you’ve lost.” His tone was half–joking, but there was a deeper truth behind it.
Lorik glared at him with a look that could kill, but Maurice was unfazed. With one arm casually draped around my shoulder, we walked away, leaving Lorik in the dust, the sound of his growling wolf echoing faintly behind us.
Lena’s voice whispered in my mind, soft but amused, *He’s mad, you know. His wolf is raging at him for letting you go.*
I laughed softly, not bothering to respond. I didn’t care anymore.
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Maurice dropped me off at my apartment later that evening. I spent the night thinking about everything–the kidnapping, Lorik, and the strange encounter with Maurice. The next day, I packed my things and went to work at the piano store. The smell of freshly polished wood and the soft hum of music always calmed me, but today, something was different.
As I entered, my eyes immediately landed on Maurice, sitting casually at one of the pianos. He looked so out of place yet perfectly at ease, his fingers moving gracefully across the keys. I couldn’t help but feel intrigued. Maurice wasn’t just a hero who’d saved me–there was something more to
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Didn’t expect to see you here,” I remarked, walking over.
Maurice grinned, motioning for me to sit beside him. “Well, after our little adventure yesterday, I
figured I’d stop by.”
I gave him a small smile. “Yesterday, I told you my secret about being a racer, and now you know
about my music account. Don’t you think it’s time you tell me who you really are?”
Maurice laughed lightly, his fingers never stopping as they danced across the piano keys. “The answer’s right here,” he said cryptically, gesturing to the piano.
The melody he played was hauntingly familiar. It was the *Dance of the Vampires*-a piece steeped in mystery and danger, just like Maurice himself. As the song ended, he looked at me with a serious
expression.
“I sense someone coming for you,” Maurice said quietly, his eyes sharpening. “And she carries the scent of your Alpha.”
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