Rejected His Miracle Luna (Dorothy and Ignatius)

Chapter 67

-Dorothy-

Capturing a Tally soldier way much easier said than done. The first order of business was to track down

exactly where the Tally pack was camping out this time,

They had moved several times since Angie and Fae had spied on them and our only clue was news of

another small pack that had suddenly disappeared off the map after a single night.

Angie and a few others had set off the very same day we got the news. Ignatius and I meanwhile, took

the time to rally together every member of the pack who was willing and able to light.

There may have been less of us than was needed to face the Tally head-on, but every Bielke member

was fiercely ready to defend their families to the bitter end.

Two days later, Angie and her crew screeched hack into town in Gideon’s old van. Ignatius got a call

from Angie to meet down at the Bielke cells to meet our newest guest.

I had been practicing the art of not being a raging bit ch over the past two days and after calmly but

firmly insisting that I wanted to be a part of things, Ignatius and I both headed down to meet Angie.

Ignatius had been disgruntled about my involvement considering how dangerous the Tally member

could be, even while restrained in silver and behind bars. He was even more possessive and pedantic

now that our children were beginining to move in my stomach.

Every night since I had felt that first kick, Ignatius would lie next to me with his hand on my belly and

talk to my stomach like he expected a reply.

“You know they don’t understand a word of what you’re saying right? I had quipped when he asked our

children-to-be whether either of them would be interested in being named Thor.

I know that, but they know my voice. One of the little f u ckers starts kicking every time I talk real close

like this.” He smooshed his face against my round tummy and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Maybe he’s trying to kick you in the nose.”

“He communicates his feelings through physical violence, Ignatius voice was mulled with his face

pressed against my stomach. “He must take after his grandfather”

“Elliot would be so proud,” I muttered sarcastically before another bout of frenzied kicking began in my

belly.

The same kicking had started up on the car ride down to the cells and Ignatius glanced at me with

concern when I groaned with a hand on my stomach. “Maybe we should tum back. Let me take you

home.”

“No,” I insisted. “I’m fine. They’re just having a little dance in there. I want to see this.”

Ignatius held his tongue and kept driving while checking and then double-checking to make sure that

my seatbelt was properly in place. Aside from the smothering, it warmed my heart to see my mate so

caring and concerned.

I didn’t know what to expect from the pregnancy but what I had got was a loving, supportive partner

and two babies who seemed to be practicing for a future career in marathon running

By the time Ignatius had relaxed enough to stop checking on me from the corner of his eye, we got to

the Bielke cells and found Angie waiting for us outside. The cells, I discovered were actually just a few

rooms inside a sturdy-looking building on the far side of town.

Each room was sectioned off with thick bars coated in silver. Behind the bars were the many shifters

that our forces had rounded up after all of the recent small attacks.

Most of them gazed at me, stoney-faced and sullen, while others stared off into the distance as if they

were imagining better

days. It felt wrong to me, standing on one side of the glinting bars, while all of these people were

trapped on the other.

In one of the other cells sat the man who had tried to murder me on the night Ignatius became Alpha.

Both him and his daughter as well as the boy who had put a knife to my throat had stood on trial for

their antics.

The girl and her brother were allowed to leave but their father had spat at my feet and insisted that he

would stand by his beliefs. And so he was kept here because Ignatius refused to kill him.

The man saw it as a weakness on Ignatius part. I saw it as a strength. My mate’s extended claws and

flashing eyes hadn’t gone unnoticed by me. I had wondered if the man was even aware of just how

close to death he had been.

His eyes widened when he saw me enter, and they grew wider still when he saw the bulge of my

stomach under my shirt. I ignored him and hurried on alongside Ignatius as we followed Angie through

the building.

In the furthest cell, Angie pointed out the Tally shifter that they had managed to capture.

“I wasn’t easy,” she said nonchalantly. “We managed to track a small group of them camping outside of

Gon territory. Eventually, this one caught our scent and went to investigate. He put up quite a fight too.”

The Con Pack were the most recent victims of the Tally it seemed. They had only been thirty-strong

and kept out of the way for the most part.

They had never been a threat, and now they had been taken by the Tally. Whether they were all dead

or if they’d show up at our doorstep like the others there was no telling.

I peered at the shifter through the bars. His breathing was labored and his b*dy looked wrong

somehow. His shoulders sagged to the point of looking like his arms had popped out of his sockets

completely and when he turned to face us, his yellowy eyes were wild.

I jumped in my skin when he rushed at the bags and Ignatius put out a protective arm between me and

the monster in the cell. The shifter grinned at my unease, yellow teeth protruded from his lips, and

flecks of foam had formed on the corners of his mouth.

The silver shackles on his wrists clanked and he breathed in short, sharp wheezes. He was surrounded

by the stench of rot and decay and the silver clamp locked around his neck had ground the skin there

raw and b loody.

“Hello, little Luna”

His voice was gravelly and strained like his vocal cords had been put under strain. I shrank away from © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

him into Ignatius chest as his pin-p ick pupils locked onto me and followed my every movement.

His grin was too wide for his face. It looked more like a slash than a real smile and his boney knuckles

gripped the bars tight enough to make his veins pop out in his arms.

I berated myself for my cowardness. I was the one who had insisted on going with them to meet him, it

was too late to show fear now. With this thought, I jutted out my chin and narrowed my gaze at hint,

although I kept my fingers firmly laced with Ignatius’ own slender ones.

“How do you know who I am?”

The shifter licked the dirty white foam from his lips and his smile widened even further. He stared at me

like he wanted to devour me whole like he was imagining how my blood would taste.

Everyone knows who you are, red. You’re something of a celebrity among my people.”

I opened my mouth to question lum further but Ignatius halted me with a hand on my chest. He

questioned the shifter himself, leaner closer towards the bars and flashing his own sharp fangs

“Why are your people attacking us? What’s the goal here? Is it all to get to her?”

By “her” he meat me and be tilted his head in my direction to get the point across w

while the

e shifter’s crazed eyes crawled

back towards me.

from your darling mate’s

The man licked his lips, salivating as if he was ravenous. “There is a lot we Tally have to gain abilities.

But our leader has bigger plans in mind than merely fulfilling someone else’s revenge schemes.”

He turned his gaze back to Ignatius, pressing his face through the bars. “Your mate is a bonus prize. A

trophy of our success. I’m sure my people will take good care of her, after all, her blood is precious.”

Ignatius moved to block me from the shifter’s hungry gaze. “So what is the bigger plan then? To wipe

out the Bielke entirely. why?

“Your pack has terrorized the little guys for cons, the man hissed. “You shouldn’t be at all surprised that

the reckoning is finally upon you.”

“Who is this leader of yours?”

“She goes by no name other than our Lady Tally There was dem ented reverence in his tone when he

spoke of his leader. “She is the reason we Tally are as powerful as we are today.”

Ignatius regarded him coldly. “One more question then. Every other shifter we have questioned has

held his tongue until his own death. Why are you telling me anything at all.”

The shifter laughed and it was a hacking, spine-chilling sound. I leaned away from the foamy specks

that flew from his mouth.

“Because it’s already too late for you, Ignatius Armounds. All of the pieces are almost in place. Your

people don’t stand a chance. That Luna of yours will become nothing but a resource to us, and I will

take great pleasure in finally tasting her blood.

That was around about where Ignatius lost his temper. He gripped the grimy fabric of the shifter’s

hoodie and yanked it towards him, slamming the shifter’s face into the bars with a dull thud.

The man only laughed, cruel and deranged. It echoed throughout the building like a death toll,