Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake)

Chapter 115

Chloe's POV

As the night settled in, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about Blake. With intention, I

informed him of my weariness, carefully masking my true intentions by pretending to doze off.

Once I was certain Blake had departed, I stealthily slipped out into the darkness to meet Lyra.

Stepping into Lyra's bedroom, located at the far end of the pack house, I discovered her already waiting Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

for me.

The room itself exuded an air of mystery, shrouded in darkness, with only faint traces of moonlight

seeping through the window, casting ethereal beams across the space. Shadows danced along the

walls, lending an enigmatic ambiance to the scene.

As I stood there, an inexplicable sense of foreboding gripped me, as if an invisible force whispered

caution in my ear, urging me to heed its warning.

Thoughts swirling in my mind, I caught sight of Lyra, visibly wounded and wearing a pained expression.

"You're here?" she greeted me, her lips forming a faint smile. Without hesitation, I shook my head in

affirmation and made my way towards her. Clutched in my hands was the box of medicine I had

brought along, ready to offer aid.

"I'll remove the bandage," I declared, my voice filled with determination, before carefully tending to

Lyra's injury.

Gently, I began to peel away the protective layers, revealing Lyra's injured flesh beneath. The wound

gaped open, a vivid testament to the magnitude of the injury. Dark, crimson trails stained the

surrounding skin.

Lyra flinched and emitted a hiss of pain as my touch grazed it. After a few minutes of attentive care, I

finally finished the task at hand.

Contemplating for a brief moment, I mustered the courage to hesitantly question Lyra, "About last

night... What truly happened?"

Lyra's gaze lingered on me, her eyes repeatedly changing between tranquility and frostiness, as if

battling an internal struggle.

After what felt like an eternity, she eventually responded, "You genuinely have no idea?"

Her voice pierced the air, its icy tone causing my heart to skip a beat. Nevertheless, I gathered my

resolve, inhaling deeply before meeting Lyra's gaze head-on.

"I need to know," I asserted, my voice steady yet filled with a mix of fear and concern.

"Why did the Silver Pack suddenly face an attack? Who is our enemy? And how is it possible that the

impenetrable defenses of the mighty and revered Silver Pack were breached so effortlessly?"

In an instant, Lyra's expression twisted into a malevolent smirk, oozing with animosity and frostiness.

The warmth that once characterized her demeanor had vanished entirely.

And then, she erupted into a fit of laughter, a sound dripping with scorn.

"I always knew Blake wanted to keep you in the dark," Lyra sneered, her voice seething with venom.

"But it's astonishing how clueless you truly are... Not a single inkling." Her words lashed out, hitting me

like a sudden gust of wind. The intensity in her eyes intensified as she gripped my arm forcefully, her

grip bordering on aggression.

"The Silver Pack, once revered as the greatest, now reduced to this... pitiful state. And it's all because

of you, Chloe," Lyra's words cut through the air with a chilling tone, her emotions raging like a tempest.

My disbelief surged, and I desperately attempted to wrench my hand free from her grasp, but her hold

remained unyielding, like an iron vice.

"What are you saying?!" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with shock and confusion, searching for any

glimmer of reason amidst the chaos unfolding before me.

Her voice dripped with accusation as Lyra continued, painting a grim picture of events.

"It was because of you that Blake rallied the forces of the Silver Pack to protect the Red Moon Pack,

thus incurring the wrath of formidable adversaries."

"When you left, these enemies seized the opportunity to strike. Blake, his mind clouded by your

absence, was unable to shield our pack. Many suffered injuries, and some even lost their lives. Our

defenses were shattered," Lyra hissed.

"But instead of focusing on rebuilding our shattered pack, Blake's mind became consumed by thoughts

of you. He couldn't bear to be apart from you, so he left the pack behind to pursue you."

"At first, you rejected him, and he returned to us. Everything could have been better if it ended there.

But you, Chloe, you had a change of heart and decided to come back," Lyra's voice dripped with icy

disdain as she continued her accusations.

"The moment you returned, everything spiraled into madness. Blake lost his grip on reality. He

neglected his duties and responsibilities as the leader of our pack. Worst of all, when the attack

occurred, he chose to stand guard by your door, forsaking his people's safety…"

"...The Lycan King, he abandoned his own kin, allowing them to be harmed and perish while he

protected you, peacefully resting in your room."

Lyra's words cut deep, carving wounds of guilt and disbelief within me.

"And what about the day after that?" Lyra's voice dripped with venom as she persisted, her words

cutting through the air like a frigid wind.

"Because of your words, he abandoned again his own pack once more, simply to have a frivolous

picnic with you!"

As Lyra's accusations continued to assail me, the weight of her words settled upon my shoulders,

burdening me with a profound sense of disbelief.

The once-mighty Silver Pack, now reduced to a pitiful state, all on account of my influence. And yet, I

remained completely oblivious to the gravity of the situation.

My body turned icy cold, a shiver coursing through every fiber of my being.

In a surge of indignation and desperation, I forcefully shrugged off Lyra's grip, my heart pounding in my

chest.

Without a moment's hesitation, I fled from the room, my feet carrying me swiftly, seeking solace in the

refuge of the chilly forest.

As I ran, the biting air pierced my skin, mirroring the frostiness that had enveloped my soul.

Each stride propelled me further away, a desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming weight of my

actions and the harsh reality that had unfolded before me.

The words reverberated in my ears, shaking me to the core. I trembled uncontrollably as my emotions

spun into a chaotic whirlwind.

Guilt, remorse, sadness, and confusion clashed within me, each vying for dominance. It was

unfathomable, but the pieces seemed to fit, aligning with Blake's questionable words and actions.

Lyra's accusations carried a ring of truth.

As the weight of it all bore down on me, my head throbbed with pain, aching with the weight of my own

remorse. Nausea churned in the pit of my stomach, further adding to my distress.

I stopped abruptly, trying my best to regain composure, but the inner chaos was overwhelming.

Just as I yearned for a moment of calm, a rustling sound seized my attention at the forest's edge.

Before I could react, a shadow pounced upon me, the realization dawning upon me far too late. It was

an enemy lurking in the shadows, launching a surprise attack on me.