I Am His Luna by Fanny Brook Chapter 17

The expression on Melissa’s face was twisted and ugly,

I once saw Melissa as a sunflower, which had the power to brighten up world instantly. But now the
petals of this sunflower were falling off piece by piece, never to be the same again

“Go to hell!” Melissa screamed shrilly,

I felt the suffocation creep up in the next moment, and the will to survive made me change into my wolf.

The moment Andy appeared; Melissa released her hold on my neck,

Andy retreated to the corner in a half-crouch. Her tail hung downwards, looking as though she would
leap at her at any moment.

Melissa looked at me before she suddenly burst out in a maniacal laugh,

I wasn’t sure what she was doing, so I could only watch her closely just in case she made a move again.

I didn’t want to hurt her unless it was necessary. Even though she had always treated me like a toy, none
of the care she showed me was fake in my eyes.

“Do you know what I hate you the most?!” Melissa pointed at me as she yelled, “I hate the way you look!
I’m the Alpha’s daughter, yet you are the wolf that resembles Father the most! Didn’t I tell you that you’re
not allowed to turn into your wolf in front of me?!”

My mother was a white wolf, while my father was gray. So, I had grayish-black fur on my back, ears, and
neck, similar to my uncle, Michael’s appearance.



Once, Michael took Melissa and me to visit another Pack together, and I was mistaken for Michael’s
daughter there.

That incident upset Melissa so much that she forbade me from transforming into my wolf unless it’s
necessary.

I backed up more into the corner. Her frazzled and crazed look terrified me.

“I don’t like you! I hate you!”

She suddenly lunged at me, shifting into a brown-black she-wolf at the same time and tried to pierce my
neck with her sharp fangs.

I took a big side-step.

She missed, and became even more furious at that. An earsplitting and shrill howl was let out of her
throat, piercing through the clouds and blending with the thunder as it crashed through the sky. Melissa’s
bloodshot eyes landed on me once more, as she extended her sharp claws, the pointed tip coming
straight for my eyes. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I didn’t have any choice at this moment. I hurled myself
over her, kicking her head with my hind leg.

I tried to reason with her, and my wolf, Andy, screamed, “Calm down! Andrea isn’t with Enzo!

Melissa hissed, “So what? You’ll always be my biggest obstacle as long as you live!”

I could only run for the door, but I froze dead the next second.

Ellen was standing in the doorway, looking down at me so coldly.

She remained silent with her deadly gaze fixed on me, before pressing a black pistol right in the middle
of my forehead.



I didn’t believe she would shoot. A gunshot would alert a lot of people. There was no way she would be
able to explain killing me, and it would destroy the good image she had.

But no one would be fearless when held at gunpoint, and surly I wasn’t brave enough to escape this
situation like this.

“You shouldn’t have gotten in Melissa’s way. I might have spared your life for your mother’s sake, but
now, I can only send you to hell,” Ellen said sullenly.

The next second, Melissa suddenly attacked me from behind. Throbbing pain rippled through my back.



At the same time, Ellen casually pulled out an iron bar from the shoe rack and smashed it down against
my neck. A killing strike.

I didn’t even scream before I passed out.

***

I didn’t think I’d survive. The tearing sensation at my neck told me that I was very close to dying

I was left in the middle of nowhere, and I didn’t even know where I was.

I guessed that Ellen was trying to fake my disappearance as the result of a rogue attack, which was the
best way to justify my death after all.

I never knew that Melissa could be so cruel. Even though I’ve given up on Enzo, she still refused to let
me go.



Perhaps my existence had hurt her pathetic self-esteem, so she chose to kill me to maintain that so-
called pride of hers.

I have never hated anyone in my life, but in this moment, I felt a strong desire for revenge against that
vicious mother-daughter pair.

I couldn’t continue down that line of thought. Hatred would only further cloud my already weakened
consciousness.

My wolf, Andy, was trying her best to save me. But I could feel her strength draining away as she tried.
We were both severely injured. Even keeping my eyes open right now was extremely difficult. I had to
support myself with sheer willpower to avoid passing out again. The rain hadn’t stopped, but the sky was
already turning slightly brighter. I propped my head up to look around, and found myself surrounded by
tall, gigantic trees.

I had been hit hard on the back, blood bleeding heavily. I tried to walk but found myself tied by ropes on
all my limbs.

The rain pounded on the ground, forming muddy puddles one after another. My fur was all covered in
mud, making me look like a corpse. I tried to wrench my paws free from the binding ropes, but no avail.
The knots were just too difficult to undo.

I wanted to use my teeth to bite my way out of it, but the wound on my neck didn’t allow me to make
such a movement. It will only further aggravate my injury if I force it. I was tired, in pain, terrified and
famished. All these feelings were eating away at me, but all of them seemed to be minor in the face of
death.

There was only one thought in my mind: to survive.



I never thought that my life was a good one, nor was it incredibly valuable, but I still cherished it very
much.

I only had one life to live, and I would do my best to live as long as possible. I needed to live for my
mother’s behalf too! I gritted my teeth and used all the remaining strength in my body to move, trying to
expand my range of vision. The chances of surviving would get better if I could just understand my
surroundings.

The sheeting rain continued to beat down on my body, blurring my vision further. I could feel my strength
seeping away as I moved. I laid on my side, wailing silently for a moment. Even so, I didn’t want to give
up. After resting for half a minute, I continued to crawl forward. I already had a goal in mind. There was a
sharp rock under the pine tree in front of me. As long as I could get there, I could use the sharp corners
of the rock to cut the ropes binding my limbs. Soon… I would soon be saved. I desperately crawled
towards the pine tree, and I sighed in relief when I finally reached it. Aiming the rope at a sharp corner, I
started to rub the rope against it. Luckily, the rocks were sharp enough. I finally got rid of the ropes and
regained my freedom. The rainstorm had also gradually lightened. So, I dragged my wounded body,
running towards the bottom of the mountain.


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