True Luna novel (Emma and Logan) novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80 Chained

Andrew POV

I was running through the corridor like a fucking maniac.

They are killing her!

They are killing her!

They are killing her!

They are killing her!

Logan’s words kept repeating in my mind.

Not her, not my pup!

Hold on, love. I mind-linked her. I am here. I am close. Please don’t let go. Please don’t leave me. I can’t lose you, love. You are the most important person in my world. Don’t leave me.

remembered each and every time she ran into my arms when she was little. I remembered how her little arms would wrap around my neck. I remembered how she would snuggle into Asher’s fur when she was cold. I remembered how she would always come to me when she was sick. I remembered how she would seek comfort in me. I remembered each and every time I made her laugh. I remembered how we spent time together and how much we loved being with each other. I

remembered everything, and I couldn’t lose that.

I couldn’t lose her.

Asher whined loudly.

‘My Emma.’ he cried out. ‘My baby sister.’

‘I know.’ I said. ‘We are going to find her, Asher. We are getting our pup back.’

I glanced at Jacob. He had a look of determination on his face. He looked like he was ready to kill. I was glad. I needed someone who was ready to rip the witches apart.

Suddenly, a hint of her scent hit me.

‘Emma!’ Asher whined loudly as he started to run even faster.

I see a door! Jacob mind-linked me.

I saw it too. I could see the light flickering inside the room, and I knew that Emma was there. They were doing some fucked up shit on her. They were experimenting on my sister!

I let out a loud growl and slammed my body against the door.

I wasn’t ready for what I saw inside.

My little pup was hanging

ceiling. Her hands were above her head, and there were chains around her

wrists. Her head was hanging low. Her clothes were barely there. The hoodie she was wearing was ripped, and I could see most of her upper body. Her jeans were filled with holes. Her body was covered in bruises, cuts, and burns. Her hair was soaked in blood.

Her eyes were closed. She didn’t even notice that we came in.

Was she really gone?

No, no, no, no. Please, no!

Not my beautiful little sister!

I growled and focused on the four witches in the room.

They shifted their focus on us, but I

could tell that they weren’t fully present. Their eyes were milky white, and their magic was focused on Emma.

Kill them! I growled through the mind link with my warriors.