Chapter 283
Lanie
The site I linked to from the comment on DarkLuna’s post was all about the Great Wars. The history of
vampires, witches, and wolves
There was even an entire section on human history and how their world and ours intersected. I
skimmed over the entries, which were almost like a diary. It looked like DarkLuna had been researching
for a while and posting entries as she discovered information.
In addition to the posts on history, she’d written essays on her theories about why her powers were so
much stronger than expected. I read eagerly, hoping she’d have some big reveal about discovering that
she had a vampire grandfather, the way I had, but I reached the end of the posts still disappointed.
Also, heartbroken.
Her entire life had been torn apart by her jealous Alpha. She didn’t state it directly but hinted at him
turning abusive. Refusing to have pups with her. Taking a mistress.
If DarkLuna had ever figured out that she was a hybrid, she didn’t share it in this online journal.
The last entry was dated from a few years ago, and I wondered what had happened to her. Did she just
get tired of posting? Or had something kept her from it? Most of the entries were locked from
comments, but the last one was open,
There were the typical number of s u pid comments, and I read them but tried to ignore what they said
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFinally, there it was. A comment from SeekTheTruth.
“Lots of history here, friend. Did you look into your own and figure out the truth?”
The date of that last comment was the date of the last entry.
Had SeekTheTruth scared DarkLuna off the dark web?
A flare of Mason’s Alpha energy distracted me for a second. I tuned into him. He was shielding, so I
connected with my other two mates.
“Zane checked on him. We’re ready if he needs us. What are you doing in there? Ma said we needed
to leave you alone,” Xander thought.
“I’ll be out soon.”
I hated not being fully honest with my mate, but until I had some answers, I didn’t want to share
anything.
I shut down the link and got back to the computer.
It seemed pretty clear to me that DarkLuna was a hybrid, and that Seek The Truth knew about hybrids
and
was p
possibly one, too. No fresh search turned up anything from or about DarkLuna, though. She could have
changed her usernarne or just stopped posting
Or, something bad could have happened to her.
1/2
My next quick check was for any information I could find about a Luna in the Midwest being exiled.
Or worse…killed.
My fingers shook as I clicked another link, expecting to be taken to a site with a horrible news story, but
Instead I found myself on a page filled with smiley faces, rainbows, and balloons
“What the f uck?”
“Baby? You okay?” Xander thought to me at once.
S hit, I’d been sending my shock. I really, really needed to learn how to control that.
“All good, love. I need a little more time with this project, okay?”
I imagined his face as I sensed his grumbling answer, and my heart twisted as I thought of poor
DarkLuna’s experiences, I really wanted to find out if she was okay. Everything about this site should’ve
felt happy, but it felt ominous.
I looked all over it, but there weren’t any words. Only floating balloons that bobbed up and down. The
rainbows sparkled occasionally. The smilies sometimes winked. Whoever had designed this site was a
big fan of vintage websites. I was surprised the cursor didn’t trail butterflies with the motion, and there
wasn’t any electronic music playing in a loop.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCarefully, I dragged the cursor across the screen, watching to see if it became a clickable link. Finally,
one of the balloons turned out to be clickable. I had to laugh, even though I was getting pretty
frustrated. and running out of time.
“Why all the jumping through hoops?” I murmured to myself. “It’s the dark web, it’s not like thin a public
forum or something.”
Still, I guess the existence of hybrids was controversial enough that whoever was posting int about it
wanted searchers to really work hard to find it. My frustration wasn’t going to make me qui on the
balloon and waited a few seconds while the screen went dark.
It stayed dark.
I frowned and navigated back to the cheery landing page. Dragged my cursor around. That balloon was
the only clickable link. So, I clicked it again.
That same dark page filled my screen. This time, though, I forced myself to have more patience. I
waited for it to fully load. As I was dragging my cursor around it, seeing if there were any hidden links, a
small chat
box popped up in the center of the screen.
Five words, white on black.
Do You Seek The Truth?