LUNA ASTERBELLE'S POV
Mr. Asterbelle was the worst among all of the people I've ever encountered in this lifetime. He wasn't the type of person who'd be merciful against anyone, even if they were related to each other or not. He was willing to kill anyone who planned to get in his way, especially those who had the intention of destroying the Blood Moon Pack—the pack that never had any flaws or records of defeat.
The circulation of my blood has temporarily stopped, making it seem like I am lifeless. It was the only way I could think of to make my father release me from his strong grip, but my scheme was easily found out.
"Pretending to die from a mere choke isn't going to work on me, Luna. Are you taking me as a fool?" he asked.
I let all of my remaining strength flow to the lower part of my body as I stroked him in a single blow, which resulted in my continuous gasps for air while he effortlessly stood back up after a massive fall.
I remained calm as much as I could until I felt the bones on my back splitting and cracking as my wings grew out behind me. All of my nails sharpened, as well as my fangs. My thighs got larger, and my hips got wider. I tilted my head to the side, letting my neck crack its bones at the same time that I let out a loud and heavy sigh.
"I'm going to make you regret ever considering having me in your life, Mr. Asterbelle, or should I just call you Brian now that this is your last day alive?"
Brian smirked as he reverted to his shifted form. "Too cocky. You're speaking like that, but I know how much you're screaming inside for someone to aid you."
There was no point in trying to converse with him any further. I just want to get this over with and go back to my mate's side.
If I defeat the reigning Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, would that be enough for Jerome to finally accept me and take me as his Luna?
My vision from my left eye wasn't that precise compared to the right. It was probably altered to blue and red. I could grasp where he would go and could even see what type of attack he was about to launch without any problem.
"You're such an open book, Brian," I provoked my father, who switched over to defensive mode. "I'll get tired from chasing you for hours."
It seemed to work pretty well. Brian unexpectedly disappeared from my sight when he jumped to the other side, where my vision was out of reach. I couldn't dodge when he held my wings, then forced me to stay put on the ground.
Brian consecutively stepped on my body, which made me cough until blood escaped from my mouth. His pointed claws tore my skin apart, but my regenerative power beat his speed. I was finally able to resist his scratches before they even landed on my body.
The small horn on my forehead lit up all of a sudden when I felt the endless surge of bloodlust, as if it were the one that kept me sane despite all of the desire I had to take Brian's life away.
Brian groaned after the light from my horn hit him directly in the eye. He voluntarily halted his attacks as he stepped away from my spot, paving the way for me to rise.
"You demonic beast, you're Althea's daughter, aren't you?" Brian questioned me with such uncertainty hidden in his tone.
My lips were slightly parted, and I was totally unsure of what my response should be. I know damn well that Brian might just be making his own assumptions, but even I, myself, got curious if there was at least a small possibility that Althea and I were actually related.
"I don't know where you got that silly idea, but that's just absurd. How am I, an unskilled orphan, related in any way with the Moon Goddess?"
A moment of silence occurred between us. We let ourselves breathe in the meantime as Brian went back to his human form. That turned out to be one of my regrets.
Brian brought out a gun hidden in his invisible pocket, which he instantly aimed at my head. I gulped in fear—my sweat continuously formed and rolled down my nape in nervousness—knowing how great of a sharp shooter Brian was, he never missed any of his shots.
"You should be ashamed of yourself. You're Althea's daughter, and you're proclaiming that Althea's son was your fated mate?" Brian grunted, pulling the trigger as soon as he purposely drifted the bullet's direction for it to just scrape my knee.
I bent down my left knee that was shot, holding myself back from crying. It wasn't healing, and that's the point when I realized that Brian used a silver bullet.
I collected a huge amount of flames in my palm as I blew it towards Brian's gun. He might not have known that I was capable of releasing flames, so he wasn't able to save his gun, which was burned and turned to ashes.
I ran to the corner of their room, trying to find a route to escape. From this position, I sensed that a woman was watching us from above, judging from how little her presence was. I hurriedly glanced upwards, squinting my eyes, then saw that there was a tiny camera hidden within the ceiling, which I also shot with my flame.
I'm assuming that it was Mrs. Asterbelle who was watching us from the security room.
Choosing to ignore Brian's statements, I focused on treating my wounded knee. It would put me in a tight spot if I didn't stop my bleeding now. However, no matter what I did with it, it was redundant; it just kept on gushing out.
"That can't be stopped by a simple strap of fabric. You need to find a healer of some sort," Brian informed me, as if he had any intention to assist me after he hurt me.
I rolled my eyes as I casually made my way out of the room, believing that Brian wouldn't follow me outside. I don't know what sort of effect the light of my horn had on him, but it obviously made him weaker, seeing how he shifted back after being hit.