Marked By The Alpha's Cursed Blue Moon
Chapter 52. Laura’s Fury

Chapter 52: 52. Laura’s Fury

Maria and her friends stood frozen. Fear had taken such hold of them that even words refused to form. Their minds went blank, their bodies paralyzed.

Suddenly, Laura spun around, turning to face whoever was behind them. The others, startled by her unexpected bravery, followed her lead.

What they saw left them even more stunned. A towering man with a menacing look stood just a few steps away.

His presence was terrifying, and all that crossed Maria’s mind was run! But Laura clearly had a different plan.

"You there!" Laura said boldly, taking a step forward. "Who are you and what do you want from us?"

Her voice was firm, fearless. She stood between the man and her friends, unshaken.

The man glared down at her, clearly offended.

"How dare you speak to me like that?" he growled. "I didn’t come for you, but if you interfere in what’s not your business, young lady, I’ll remove you from my path—permanently!"

He stepped toward her with a threatening air, but Laura didn’t budge.

"Laura, let’s go!" Cassandra screamed, panic seizing her voice. "This is the point where we run!"

But Laura remained still. Her focus never shifted from the man approaching her.

He was just five meters away when something in Laura’s eyes changed. Without warning, she lunged at him, faster and more fiercely than anyone could have imagined.

Blow after blow landed before the man could even react. Punches, kicks—Laura was relentless. Though he stood more than twice her height, he stumbled back, nose bleeding, taken completely off guard.

As he scrambled to his feet, face swollen and blood dripping from his nose, he realized he was no match for the girl. Fear flickered in his eyes.

"I’ll be back for all of you!" he yelled as he turned to flee. "And when I return... you’ll all suffer—especially your little one!"

He vanished from the garden, trying to conceal his face with a mask pulled hastily from his pocket.

Cassandra and Maria were left in awe. Shock and relief washed over them in waves. They couldn’t believe what Laura had just done—or how she even sensed the man was following them in the first place.

Laura calmly walked back to them, a soft smile on her face. She picked up the books they had dropped in fear.

"Why are you both looking at me like that?" she asked with a chuckle.

Cassandra was the first to break the silence. "Laura, where did you learn to fight like that? And how do you stay so calm?"

"I’ve told you both before," Laura replied, brushing dirt off a book. "My dad taught me self-defense. He wanted me prepared for situations like this."

Cassandra’s eyes widened. "That wasn’t just self-defense! Laura, that was some professional fighting back there! Don’t tell me you only got that from your dad?"

Laura smiled again, this time a little more solemnly.

"Where I grew up... it wasn’t safe. Gangs, harassment—especially for girls coming back from school. My dad taught me all he could, but when it got too dangerous, he enrolled me in Taekwondo. It was worth every lesson. Because now—anytime, anywhere—I can defend myself."

"Wow..." Maria murmured, admiration in her voice. "I wish I had a life like that. Mine just feels so... boring."

"Hey, don’t say that." Laura gave Maria a warm look. "You’re just going through something right now. That doesn’t mean it’ll always be like this. Give it time."

Cassandra wrapped her arms around Maria tightly. "Everything will be fine," she whispered into her ear.

Then Laura’s eyes narrowed. "Wait... that man said he didn’t come for me. So who was he after?"

Maria looked up quickly. "Who else could it be? I’m sure he was looking for me."

"But we can’t say for certain," Cassandra cut in. "Either way, we all need to be more careful now."

They hurried back toward the classroom, still shaken. From a distance, James watched everything unfold. His eyes stayed fixed on Laura.

"So she’s a fighter, huh?" he muttered to himself. "I’ve always suspected there’s more to her. Time to do a full background check."

Then he too walked off toward the school building.

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It was around 10 a.m. The mansion stood quiet, with only Bernard and a few guards outside.

Grabbing his car keys, Bernard left the house, got into his car, and drove off at high speed. After thirty minutes of driving, he arrived at the edge of a dense forest.

’I need to find out what’s going on around me... what the Simons are planning today,’ he thought, locking his car and heading into the woods.

He walked for about fifteen minutes, eventually arriving at the entrance of the Temple of Truth and the Righteous Ones.

At the gate, Bernard pulled a ring from his pocket and slid it onto his middle finger. The guards at the entrance saw the ring and immediately granted him passage.

Inside, the Temple was alive with quiet devotion. Some were meditating, others knelt before the altar, praying. Bernard stood out in his modern clothes, watching them.

A guard approached him politely. "Hello sir, are you a devotee of this Temple?"

"Yes," Bernard replied quickly. "But I need to see the highest priest. It’s urgent."

The guard’s expression shifted to regret. "The highest priest has gone into transition. He won’t return until the work in the White World is complete."

Bernard’s face fell. "There’s no way to contact him?" he asked, desperation in his voice.

The guard was quiet for a moment, then asked, "What was your password to enter the Temple?"

"Password?" Bernard echoed, confused. "I just showed the guards this ring." He held up his hand.

The moment the guard saw the ring, his eyes widened. "Follow me, sir," he said quickly.

He led Bernard deep into the Temple, to the inner chamber of the highest priest.

"Kneel before that mold pot," the guard instructed. "Take off the ring, lift it, and speak your heart. The priest will answer from the White World."

Without another word, the guard left. Bernard approached the massive pot, kneeled, removed the ring, and raised it.

"Bernard Gilbert, young Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, seeks your guidance and wisdom. I need clarity about all that troubles my soul," he called out.

A thick white smoke swirled from the pot, and a voice echoed through the chamber.

"Young Alpha... why do you disturb my meditation with the spirits in the White World?" the priest’s voice asked sternly.

Bernard froze for a moment, overwhelmed. Then he spoke again. "I need to know what danger threatens me, my pack, and my family."

"Before you seek answers, know this—by now, you should be dead," the voice said.

Bernard’s eyes widened. "I... I’ve fought battles, yes. But I’ve survived them all. I don’t remember one that nearly killed me."

"You forget, as many do," the voice snapped. "You never thanked the spirits that saved you from death. Was it not a magical poison that almost killed you?"

Bernard’s face changed. "Yes... that’s true. But I thought I was just lucky to survive."

"Foolish creature," the voice replied. "The night you were attacked after that meeting... didn’t you carry this ring in your breast pocket?"

"I did," Bernard answered slowly. "That’s where I always keep it."

"That ring carries a power greater than you know. It shielded you, blocked the poison from your blood. It saved you. Be grateful to the spirits that dwell in it."

Finally understanding, Bernard bowed deeply. He kissed the ring several times, murmuring words of heartfelt gratitude.

Then he turned back toward the rising smoke, ready for what more the priest would reveal...

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