Longing For My Rejected Luna

Chapter 40

*****Erika's POV*****

Who had pushed me? I struggled to come out of the water but a body pushed me back and held me down. Beneath the somewhat deep water, the face was masked. I struggled to get out of the stronghold of this mysterious person whose intent was obvious to me - they wanted to drown me.

I continued to struggle with them. I could not afford to lose this wrestle with them. Who was this? They had chose the perfect time to come. Just when Tasyra had left. Had they been watching me? I put all of my strength into this struggle with

this person.

I managed to grab as fistful of their shirt, using it as an anchor to pull myself up. I was able to raise myself and in a mist of rage, my forehead connected with theirs.

I heard a muffled groan. Using that moment of weakness to my advantage, I kicked them and pulled myself bout of the water gasping for breath. I was almost on land when they held my left ankle and tugged.

No, I could not let them drag me back to the water. I would not be drowned to death by a stranger while my dad was fighting for his life and my best friend was yet to regain consciousness. I had my father's legacy to continue. So, no, I would not die. Feeling the strength and anger of my wolf emerge, I twisted my ankle to free myself from their grip.

As I was twisting my ankle free, they pulled at it with force. A scream erupted from my lips, I had sprained that part of my leg and it hurt bad. They pulled it still, I bit my lip to prevent from screaming. This person might be dangerous, there was no need to endanger the life of my members.

I was pulled back into the water but I was fast enough not to let myself be submerged. But I was unlucky in trying to nod them again, they dodged and landed me a jab on my nose.

bleeding, and

helpless and drowning. My lids were closing, I

their hold on me, and soon I was, I felt light. There

I jumped from the water, ignoring the pain that shot up my sprained ankle. I tapped them

of my punches. I continued to throw punches, hitting them squarely

more like limp backwards.

my ankle hurt. But that was not an excuse to easily surrender. They thrust forward the knife again, aiming for my chest this person was

—

held my side, limping

me?" I was breathless and tired. But I

try to get close enough to pull it off. That would quell my curiosity. They lunged forward

lucky to miss. Unfortunately,

my big

pressed mydips tight to muffle the sound of pain. They lunged forward again, I was not fast and it sliced my back. And I received a blow on my temple, I saw stars. I shook my

and pushed me into the water, I held their cloth so we both fell. Noticing my left knee was position between their legs, I kicked brutally. They fell backwards. I climbed them and struggled to get their mask off, it became a heated struggle as they sliced my hand. The more I tried to get it off, the more I was sliced. Soon, my whole hand