Chapter 13 13
POV LOIS
“Help!” I shouted as they dragged me toward one of the buildings nearby. I couldn’t let them take me anywhere. “Help!” If they got me inside one of those houses, I was done for. “Help! Help, please! Please, help!”
“Shut up!”
“Shut her up, Hernán!” another barked. A hand clamped down hard over my mouth, smothering my screams. One of them kicked the back of my knee and I collapsed, but his grip on my hair yanked me upright again. My scalp throbbed from how many times he’d pulled my hair—he must’ve ripped out strands already with how violently he tugged.
“Now she’ll stay quiet.”
The hallway turned dark after we crossed the threshold—door after door, stairs, windows. Those fingers that smelled like tobacco pressed over my mouth, brushing my nose, making it hard to breathe. They shoved me toward the last staircase, forcing me upward quickly. My fear kept rising, and I had no idea what to do.
I had no escape and no one to help me.
A group of girls rushed past us, not even bothering to look at me, ignoring my muffled sounds and the signals I desperately tried to make. The three guys surrounded me so they wouldn't notice me—hiding me in their bodies—and one of them grabbed my ass in the process.
Disgusting bastards.
“It’s just that Emmanuel doesn’t talk to anyone,” one girl said in annoyance as they passed, whispering to her friends.
“Now that his brother’s not here, he has the room all to himself, but he doesn’t invite girls,” another said. They sounded disappointed.
“I went out early this morning to see him run, but he walked right past me and didn’t even say good morning. But damn… you should’ve seen that body.”
“Some think they’re gods.”
“Not really—he decided to live in this building.”
“I heard they had a private residence, that’s what second-years said, but apparently this year they decided to live with the mortals.”
The twins. They lived here.
But where?! How could I call Emmanuel?! According to her, Ezequiel wasn't even around.
How?!
I didn’t believe in destiny, never clung to empty hopes. I never asked for anything beyond my reach. I lived with what life gave me, and complained only a handful of times. I was even optimistic when I had no reason to be. In situations so terrible I knew I’d never get out—but still, I never asked for anything. Especially not miracles.
I didn’t believe in miracles.
Except tonight.
This moonless night.
This could be my chance.
The elders of my pack used to say something I’d never cared for: “When the moon shines bright, everyone asks her for something. But on moonless nights, she listens best—because no one’s watching her, they forget she’s there.”
It was in that moment, in the darkest night of my life, that I decided to ask the Moon Goddess.
Help.
I just needed help.
I was born sick—I never asked for anything.
My mate rejected me—I didn’t complain. I just suffered silently.
But now I refused to let my fate be becoming the toy of these disgusting beasts.
I refused.
I needed help.
Please.
Moon Goddess.
Tonight I beg for Your help.
I beg You.
Help me, just this once.
Help me!
“Speak, Lois.”
The voice slid through every pore of my skin. My hair stood on end and tears spilled down my face. The voice was soft—almost luminous—but warm. So gentle it felt like my whole body was floating. The sensation of hearing it was indescribable.
“What do you want?”
The question was too direct.
A huge fear seized me—my lips dried, my mouth went dry.
What do I want?
I tried to answer, but my lips were sealed by that filthy hand crushing my mouth.
“Lois… what do you want?”
The question became firmer, more insistent. She needed my answer.
“I… I want—”
I was terrified of what I might say, so the only thought that reached my mind was that one. The twins lived in this building. One thing collided with the other, and I remembered that night with them—both of them—my body between theirs, the way our bodies fit together, how good they made me feel, something I had never felt in my life.
And only someone as depraved as me would think about that in a moment like this while the Moon Goddess waited for my answer.
What a disrespect.
I shook my head, refocused on what mattered.
“I want…”
Images of Ezequiel and Emmanuel appeared in front of me—one on each side of my body.
“It is done.”
What?!
What was done?
What did I do?
What did she hear?
“Moon Goddess! I haven’t asked for anything yet! I still haven’t asked! And I’m still with these animals! Help! Moon Goddess!”
But she was gone.
I only wanted her help.
That was how thin my luck was—like a cruel joke from fate.
Everything kept turning against me. Nothing favored me. Nothing ever went in my direction; it was always the opposite, like walking against the current and crashing into everything.
This couldn’t be happening.