Chapter 174
[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
Something was happening to my kids, and I didn’t know how to help. I didn’t know how to save them from the horrible things these supernatural beings did in their heads. We had to get out of this horrible place before anything got worse for my twins!
“Killian! The doors!”
But as the second, I yelled at the Moonstone Alpha to secure the exit; the door slammed closed on its own, almost making Devon and Diana jump in dread surprise. Killian cursed under his breath as he turned to the windows, but all of them closed tight, trapping us all inside that ancient cabin in the middle of nowhere.
“What’s happening?” I hissed. I breathed quickly; my heart was pounding so loudly in my ears. My mind was divided between my twins, that clicking, eerie sound coming from the walls, and that clanking sound of the dragging chains in the basement underneath us.
“Just keep the children close to you, Samantha!” Killian blurted as he raised his hand protectively to us while his wary eyes were looking around the cabin, figuring out where the next threat would come from. Something was off about Killian. My gut told me something was wrong with him, but I couldn’t tell what. Must be that calm look on his face? But I knew Killian as a composed person at dangerous times like this. Yet, my stomach tightened when he looked back at me and then raised both his brows at me as if he wasn’t too bothered about all the weird things that were happening inside the cabin.
Has Brianne told him everything about it already? Could it be possible that they could still communicate through their bond over a distance like this?
I got more horrified when Devon suddenly knelt on the floor, screaming with both his hands on his head like he was in deep pain. My eyes widened in panic as I grabbed him by the shoulders and looked into his eyes to see what was happening. His face was drenched with tears, his eyes were wide with terror, and his skin was hot like he was having a fever. The first thing I did was look at Diana to understand what was happening to her twin brother, but she was just crying and burying her small face against my arm.
“Devon, Devon, look at me,” I whispered to my son desperately as I saw how his face turned blank after that scream. “It’s Mommy. Tell me what’s happening. Tell me what’s going on!”
“Mom, it’s the walls!” Diana cried and then pointed at the walls of the cabin.