All Chapters of Scar : the rejected Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

1 month ago, Katrine’s POV:“Jonas, enough!" I lashed out, pouring all my anger and frustration into my voice. "I have warned you, don't use Lexie to weaken my resolve. You can't manipulate me with her. I trust her… with my heart, with my soul! She would never—" But my words died as I saw his expression. That arrogant tilt of his chin, the cruel amusement in his eyes; this wasn't just arrogance that came with confidence, but the look of someone who knew something I didn't. "Would you still stand so tall on your high horse if I showed you proof about Lexie?" The noose of dread tightened around my throat, but I forced my gaze to meet his, refusing to let him see how much his words rattled me. “What proof?” I demanded, my tone sharper than I felt.Jonas’s smirk widened as he pulled out his phone. I bit back a curse, watching his fingers swipe across the screen. My mind raced, thinking how much easier it would be to escape if I could just get my hands on that damn device. But all t

It had been four days since Abby received that strange note.And she had spent four restless nights in this same room, each one worse than the last. Right now, as the clock in her room flashed 4:30 , she had woken herself up with a scream once again. It took Abby a few minutes to understand where she was… her skin was clammy with sweat, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.Her blanket was twisted around her legs, and the image from the nightmare was still fresh in her vision; the murky water under the dense fog, icy cold hands wrapped around her ankle, something inhuman pulling her down into a lake… That monster’s grip had felt too real.The door creaked open suddenly, and her mother appeared, draping a shawl over her shoulders and a mask of concern over her fearful features. “Is everything okay, dear?” She asked gently, stepping into the room with cautious feet.Abby blinked, one thing had suddenly become clear in her mind: she couldn't tell her. She couldn’t tell h

Abby's POV:I didn’t know how many hours had passed… or maybe days?Maybe years. I wouldn't even be sure if I was alive anymore, if not for the pain that kept reminding me. My throat was dry to the point where every single breath felt like I was inhaling fire. My tongue was swollen, sticking to the roof of my mouth, and the skin on my lips had cracked so badly that I tasted blood every time I tried to speak. My stomach had stopped growling two days ago, giving up on the hope that I was ever going to get something to eat. There was just a sharp and hollow ache where my stomach used to be, and the horrible feeling of bile rushing up my throat.I had no food… no water. And absolutely no idea who had taken me, or why.If they had kidnapped me for money, or even if they wanted to keep me as a prisoner… wouldn't it be important to keep me alive first? But these people didn't seem to care about it at all. Since the day they had dumped me inside this stinking dungeon, I had seen my kidna

Abby's POV: I woke up to cold water splashing against my face, stinging my cracked lips and soaking through the rags clinging to my skin. My head pounded like a drum, and I was faintly aware that someone was shaking me. “Wake up, or—"A hand raised, ready to strike me and just as suddenly, I discovered my ability to speak again. “I’m awake! I’m awake!” I said quickly, breath hitching in panic. My eyes shot open and the light burned, but I blinked furiously, trying to focus. There was something about the ache in my face that told me this wasn't the first slap. My memory was foggy, but the throb in my bones was too familiar.I cursed him in my heart—coward. Kicking someone already half-dead.But then… something changed.Beyond the bars, I saw a silhouette—tall, broad. His face wasn't covered like the others. The moment my blurry gaze landed on him, my breath caught.I… I knew him.I recognized him.I sat up, or at least tried to. My body trembled from the effort, but I needed to see

Katrine's POV:I walked out of the dungeon without looking back.Five days—five long, dry, dark days without food or a single drop of clean water. Just the occasional bucket thrown through the bars to make sure I hadn’t died on their watch. Half the time it hit my face, and if I was lucky, some drops made it past my cracked lips. That was it. That was how they made sure their prisoner was still alive—like tossing water on a caged animal.They came to help me up, two guards who didn’t even look me in the eye. I jerked my arms away from them. If they thought I was going to collapse or beg, they didn’t know me at all.My wolf howled inside me, starved and furious, but I refused to let my knees buckle. I got to my feet myself, even if my thighs shook slightly under the weight of my own body. I took one step. Then another. Then another.I would not break.This was the fifth time. The fifth time I had tried to escape, the fifth time they had caught me and thrown me down here like a stray do