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.

I was bleeding, and was being

helplessly swallowed water. My brain was shutting down, I was helpless and drowning. My lids were closing, I

and went limp. My eyes closed finally. My masked attacker was releasing their hold on me, and soon I was,

that shot up my sprained ankle. I tapped them on the shoulder. They turned and without wasting time, my fist

forward as they staggered back from the force of my punches. I continued to throw punches, hitting them squarely on the face. But they dodged the last punch, and staggering they pulled out a small

began to run... more like

at me, I arched my back, narrowly missing the knife. I was drenched and cold, my ankle hurt. But that was not an excuse to easily surrender. They thrust forward the knife again, aiming for my

—

held my side, limping

tired.

to pull it

lucky to miss. Unfortunately,

my big

muffle the sound of pain. They lunged forward again, I was not fast and it sliced

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