The Wolfless Luna's Revenge: Returning With His Secret Twins Chapter 95

[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]

I couldn’t go on like this.

I couldn’t give up.

My body already wanted to give up, but my mind never wanted to. I was exhausted and desperately wanted to end my suffering, unsure if I could endure another round of torture from the masked man. To be honest, I was surprised that when I woke up after he hit with that silver chain, he offered water and food. Part of wanted to refuse and thought that it was his way to prolong my suffering. However, my body betrayed , allowing the masked man to feed with a spoon while I remained chained to the tal bed. I was so sick ntally, but I needed it. I needed the energy to survive—to get away from here. I had to swallow my pride and the food to get more strength, just enough to get out of these chains.

Despite the sharp pain from my broken rib, I managed to breathe slowly and evenly. I looked down at my feet, and the tips of my toes were already black, as if they would fall off any mont if I kept moving them. I hissed when I tried to arch my aching back and looked around the dark empty room, hoping the masked guy wasn’t around.

I breathed. In. Out. In. Out.

My chest rose and fell. I closed my eyes as I concentrated on my wolf and tried my hardest to ignore the pain all over my body. My tongue was like a piece of sandpaper in my mouth as I swallowed hard. My throat was raw and burning. Before, when I used to call my wolf and tried to reach for her from deep within , it was like reaching for soone under deep, clear water. But at that mont, the feeling was as if I was in the mouth of an angry volcano. It was hellish, and I never wanted to linger, but I had to.

I had to reach my wolf.

Where are you? I need you now! I hissed at her. You can’t leave like this! You will also die with !

Please!!!

Despite the burns and the excruciating pain of both the reality and the ntal torture it caused , I did my best to reach for her and wake her power inside . It wasn’t easy. My whole body was battered with silver chains and burns, and the only thing that was keeping from giving up was my love for my children and my desire to see my destined mate again—to be with my family again.

There’s no way I would let my enemies win without putting up a fight.

I thought you already forgot about .

Those cold, soft words from my wolf made gasp.

My back arched as I felt the indescribable heat flowing throughout , spreading from my chest to all over my body. Every muscle in my body relaxed as if I had received a lukewarm water bath. It brought back to life.

Every pulse in my body cald down and the torturing pain stopped for a minute as I felt the flesh on my wrists and ankles regenerate slowly, building tissues all over the exposed bones.

My eyes sharpened. My teeth elongated and my body shivered as the power surged all over . For a second, I forgot the wounds, the unbearable pain that put into deep despair for so many days.

My body was healing until I gained the strength to clench my teeth and fist. I managed to free my hands from the silver chains as my werewolf strength took over my small body. I let out a piercing scream.

I scread all the pain and the agony of being imprisoned in that cursed place. Of being taken away from my twins. I let out a scream filled with anger, followed by a vicious snarl.

Golden orbs appeared around my eyes as I searched for the masked guy in the darkness. My breath was swift and heavy. I wanted his blood. I wanted them to drip on my paws and claws, and just as I swore to him, I wanted him to be ripped into ribbons.

The tal shackles clanged on the cented floor and echoed throughout the dark, small room.

“What the—”

His voice was enough for to locate where he was.

The ground trembled when I leaped and shifted to my werewolf in mid-air. I landed on four feet, snarling like a wild beast as I headed straight to his position. His scent was so vivid, and it was making wild. I had never felt so bloodthirsty before until I t this bastard. I wanted him dead! Oh, he was so f*cking dead!

“NO!!!”

I pounced at him, attacking fast in a single assault with my razor-sharp teeth ready to tear his shoulder apart. But he was quick and luckily dodged, but was sent flying and was thrown violently against the wall of the building. He gasped as the air was forced out of his lungs from the impact and he coughed fresh, crimson blood. I didn’t waste a second and aid to rip his head off his shoulders, but he kicked himself away from the wall, putting distance between us, just enough for not to be able to reach him with my sharp, lethal claws.

He couldn’t get away from !

I roared. The masked man was petrified at the bloodcurdling sound that reached his very bones. It was my chance, and so I ramd him against the wall with strength that made fissures on it. His head hung between my sharp claws. The force was so powerful he coughed blood, and that weakened him enough for to trap him and take his mask off, hooking the fabric with my teeth.

And I couldn’t believe my eyes as a familiar face displayed in front of , bloody with his broken nose, terribly bleeding.

ETHAN! I exclaid in my head.