Hiding the Alpha's Twins: His Wolfless Luna
Chapter 173

Chapter 173: Chapter 173

[DEVON’s Point of View]

After all the terrible things my twin sister and I had witnessed after we entered that underground cave, I didn’t know what kind of monster we were going to face again.

After battling an unkillable giant squid, Mom, Dominic, and Uncle Killian barely escaped death. Then the shadow werewolves. I was horrified when the entire tunnel ceiling collapsed on Mom and Dominic, thinking they were already dead. I was ready to scream in grief and pain if it weren’t for the bond that connects me and my twin sister to our parents. This feeling made me believe that they were still alive under the gigantic debris and rubble, so I told Uncle Killian that he had to get them out before it was too late.

Yes, I was upset with my Dad. How could I not? He hurt Mom. He wasn’t there with me and my twin sister as we grew up! And I got more terrified for us after I saw him wring my mother’s neck. I was so shocked, I thought I was just imagining it at first. But it was real. It was as if he wasn’t the guy that Diana and I adored so much before...

“Devon! Diana! Stay with me!” Mom hissed as she glanced back, worried about Dominic, who was still lying unconscious on the floor. A part of me wished we could just leave him there. But then, no matter how much I hated him, I could never change the fact that he was still my father. And that Diana and Mom still loved him, no matter how many times he let them down.

I couldn’t do anything but curl my hands into fists and promise myself that I would protect Diana and Mom no matter what. I will never let him hurt Mom again. No. Never on my watch!

As I ran to Mom, I saw Uncle Killian looking at me gravely, as if trying to read what I was thinking after glaring at Dominic on the floor. I didn’t know if I could even open up to him—if I could tell him how I hated my Dad. But what else should they expect me to feel after everything I saw?!

Averting my eyes from Uncle Killian, I took my sister’s hand as we walked behind Mom, who was making sure that my twin sister and I were safe from whatever was moving underneath the wooden floor of that strange old house.

Mom’s face was pale. She had seen or thought something dreadful while we crouched towards the hatch on the floor, just like the one we had in the house we were staying in. I had a feeling something disastrous would happen. I could sense it through my twin sister. I sensed it through our strong sibling bond. She was feeling something—seeing something that any of us would never see or feel. Diana was special. She always was.

I held Diana’s hand tightly. I wanted to make sure she was alright. I wanted her to know that no matter what, Mom and I were there to keep her safe. I knew I wasn’t an Alpha yet, and as strong as Uncle Killian and my father. But Mom said I was special. She told me I could do things that no ordinary werewolf could do. And that was enough for me to prove that I could fight too.

I would fight and make sure we get out of this spooky place.

“It’s okay, Diana. Nothing bad will happen to you,” I whispered to her as I saw how the blood ran down her face. I felt her hand turn strangely warm, like she was having a fever. I knew this. This had happened before when she experienced a vision of a strange, giant black wolf biting the moon. Diana was having another episode of visions again, and I started worrying about her.

Diana looked at me with fear in her eyes as she pressed herself against Mom’s side. I knew she believed me, but I still couldn’t protect her from whatever horror she was feeling and seeing in her head, and that made me helpless and useless. I wish I could do something. But only Diana could deal with it. Only her.

That’s how strong my twin sister is.

All of us ducked when we thought something would come to us after hearing the eerie clicking sound coming from everywhere inside the house. Mom stayed on full alert while Uncle Killian was standing straight, his eyes moving as if figuring out where that sound came from. I kept my focus on Diana as her hands turned warmer and warmer as the clicking sound turned louder and louder in our ears.

“Where’s that sound coming from?” Mom hissed as she looked around—on the floor, on the walls, and the ceiling. The sound was surrounding us. It was everywhere in the house, and I started to feel scared of what kind of monster we were dealing with. Uncle Killian didn’t leave Dad and stayed standing near him on the floor, still making sure that our father would be safe if ever something or someone attacked us all.

“What is happening, Mom?” I asked, my eyes were still on Diana, who was hugging Mom’s thigh, and then I lifted my terrified face to look at Mom’s. She couldn’t look back at me, as if taking her eyes off the walls meant death, and I understood her fear.

“I am not sure, sweetheart,” she tried her best to make her voice calm as she rested her hand on Diana’s head. “I am sure it’s just nothing. Just don’t leave Mommy’s side.”

My twin and I definitely knew it wasn’t just nothing.

Then that creepy sound of clicking was joined by the sound of the dragging chains from downstairs that made Diana gasp loudly. Mother held us against her, tight as she and Uncle Killian stood back to back, watching anything that would appear in front of us.

“Watch out for the kids, Sam. Don’t leave your sight on them,” Uncle Killian snarled under his breath, and that’s when I felt my stomach tighten. It was coming. Whatever monster was hiding underneath the hatch and the ones that were behind those walls, they were coming for me and my sister!

“You don’t have to tell me what I need to do,” Mom snapped at him as she looked down at Dad, who was still unconscious on the floor.

Diana leaned closer to me, her mouth on my ear as she whispered, “Devon, I can hear the voices crying in the wall.”

Did she mean ‘inside’ the walls?!

“What do you mean inside the walls, Diana?” Mom was the first to ask after she heard her. “What do you see?”

Diana couldn’t say a word. She was too terrified to speak. I tried to squeeze her hand to let her know nothing was going to happen to her, but it didn’t help. It must be something that Diana couldn’t explain. Something that was too complicated for her to describe.

Mom understood the pain on Diana’s face and so she looked at me, trying to think I knew something about it. It was embarrassing that I had no idea what was going on in my twin sister’s mind. Her vision was something that our sibling bond couldn’t share. It was as if the vision was only for her to carry. To suffer. And it was a burden I wished I could share with my sister. Perhaps the Moon Goddess had other plans for Diana. Perhaps she needed my sister as a medium so she could send us the signs of the disaster that was coming to Silver Crescent and its people.

I shrugged my shoulder to my Mom and then lowered my eyes.

But then something happened to me. Something like a warmth spread all over my chest and I looked at my sister, who was already staring at me as if she knew what was happening to me. She gave me a short nod and a slight smile. She was trying to transfer me her vision through our enclosed hands. In an instant, I began to hear eerie cries of torment and grief, as if we were inside a funeral. The cries on the wall were like rituals or prayers that kept chanting around us—like someone died. It was so powerful that I felt as if my head was going to split into two. I had to snatch my hand back from Diana and Mom and fell on both my knees as tears rolled down my face.

“Make it stop!”

Mom and Uncle Killian looked at me; both were dreadened at the terror displayed on my face. Mom grabbed me by the shoulders and stared at me in the face, not knowing how she could calm me. The voices that echoed all over us turned louder and louder.

How could Diana endure all of this!?

My hands pulled my hair, hoping it could ease the pain somehow and then I closed my eyes tightly as I started to rock myself back and forth, humming that lullaby Mom always sang to us every night when we slept.

“The Silver moon will rise to brighten the clear northern sky...”

And that’s when the walls of the house began to ripple—rippling in waves as if they were magical barriers concealing something inside. Cold sweat covered my face when I saw the skeletons piled into walls wearing silver wolf bracelets on their wrists and I couldn’t recall the first time I saw it.

I knew I saw it before but where!?