Moonlit Sins - Chapter 83: Stella's Prison

Chapter 83: Stella’s Prison

Michael woke again. 

Same room.

Same prison. 

Still chained up to the bed like the beast he was, except that something was different now. He felt much better than he did before, and he felt like he could kick some ass, as opposed to when Stella came to visit him before he fell asleep.

Crack! 

Still in his werewolf form, Michael used his primal strength to break one of the chains that held him down. 

Crack! 

Another chain was broken off.

Now, there were two more chains, one for each of his ankles.

Crack! 

Crack! 

The wolf freed himself out of this room, barging and breaking the door! 

***

While his wolf smell wasn’t anywhere as decent as Maleva’s, he could still do prowess with it. 

Speaking of her, he hunted down her scent. 

Werewolf Michael discovered her in a different room. However, that room was not a bedroom, like it was the case for him. What he uncovered her in was a chamber with no ceiling at all. There was a tower of void above Maleva’s head in the open sky. 

It was nighttime now.

The moon could be seen in the sky.

It was not full yet, but it was near that point. 

As was often the case, the moon shunned a bright purple-lilac colour. Which was not always the colour it shunned right before a full moon, but the colour tone indicated that it was much colder than it typically was. 

Michael couldn’t know.

As a wolf, his fur-covered body kept him heated pretty well.

He would even overheat from time to time whenever he was moving too much too fast or became more excited than he should be. 

Sexually exciting was exactly what wolf Michael was this very second as he discovered Maleva at the front and center of this open-sky room. She couldn’t move. She was unconscious. There was a stalagmite beneath her and a stalactite above her as she was maintained in this rocky coffin in the middle of the room. The huntress only woke when the werewolf made his way deeper into the unusual room.     

“Hunter? Is that you?” Maleva looked up, and she could soon tell that it was him and no one else.

It was her wolf.  

The wolf rushed to her, running on all four, so he would be faster. 

Bang! 

Werewolf Hunter tackled the stalagmite beneath her and managed to destroy it, freeing the lower portion of her body.

Thud! 

The wolf leapt into the air and slashed the stalactite above her head, also destroying it, and freeing the upper portion of her body. Liberating his girlfriend’s huge and perfect breasts in the process. Her tits swung in the air as she came down to her feet without hurting herself.

This was a pretty safe landing all things considered with how high she was in the air, which was about five feet. 

“Thanks,” Maleva complimented him after her landing. 

“...” Hunter didn’t say anything back to her yet. 

“Okay. Now, I’m pissed. That Stella woman thinks she can do this to us? I bet everyone else had a similar fate as me,” implying that everyone on their team, including Michael, had been imprisoned the same way she was. That was a decent guess, but that was not the case, at all.  

“...” he sure didn’t say anything to her in that instance either. He kept his mouth shut about what happened between him and Stella, at least for now.

Michael was ready to move out of this room, so they could also rescue the rest of their group, however, something sure prevented Maleva from following him.  

This room contained a large array of books.

While it wouldn’t be fair to call this place a full-blown library, there were so many rows and shelves filled with books all around the room that Maleva deeply felt invited and commanded to take a look at some of them before leaving. 

This still left wolf Michael to wonder what she was doing and why they were wasting time, but Maleva thought this was worth it.

The huntress with the red and green hair scanned as many books as she could. She read the spines of most of them until she found something that she thought was found that was pretty odd, to say the least. She only found one book with a black spine without any words on it. That one was calling to her. She grabbed it and took a look at it as the werewolf waited in the room. Waiting for her. 

The wolf grunted.

“Wait a second, would you?”

“...”

Maleva opened the mysterious book and read through it a bit.

“It’s a journal.”  

It was Stella’s journal. 

Maleva scanned through it and the book appeared to document a time during which she was still living in Cherry Wood as a citizen, which was without a doubt a long time. The journal was dated a hundred years ago from now back when she was still living in town. Aurora was right after all, so Stella was truly as old as she said she was, even if she didn’t look like so, at all.

Stella looked slightly younger than Aurora, so she couldn’t be older than her, right?   

This was the exact thought both Michael and Maleva couldn’t shake off their minds. 

In any case, it was time to go. 

Maleva took the leather-bound journal with her and they both came out of the room, hoping to find the others sooner than later. 

They went out of the room, desperately searching for the others.

They couldn’t find any of them.

The rest of the underground prison was empty.

All the other rooms they visited had no one in them.  

Vastly and deeply disappointed, they continued looking until they were brought back to the main entrance where they first fought Stella and her agents as a team.

Here, everything changed.

The aura in this room was different from any other place. 

Both Maleva and Michael were able to smell Stella’s scent here.

She was still here a second ago.

“Do you smell that, Michael?”

The werewolf nodded.

“She left us behind,” she commented.