To ruin an Omega Nov Chapter 13: Mourning Moon 1

Chapter 13: Mourning Moon 1

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I stared at the screen. Tried again. Sa ssage.

My father wouldn’t block . He barely knew how to use his phone. I’d watched him struggle to figure out texting for years. There was no way he’d gone into his settings and blocked my number.

Which ant soone else had done it for him.

Hazel or Isobel. Had to be. They’d probably convinced him I was dangerous. That I’d tried to hurt Hazel. That I needed to be cut off completely for everyone’s safety.

The phone died in my hand. The screen went black, and I was alone again.

I shoved it back in my pocket and kept walking.

The plan was simple. Get back to Silver Creek. Find my father. Make him listen. He’d believe

if I could just talk to him face to face. If I could explain what really happened. Hazel and Isobel could spin all the lies they wanted, but I was still his daughter. That had to count for sothing.

It had to.

The forest got denser the farther I walked. The trees grew closer together. The underbrush got thicker. My feet were bleeding from a dozen small cuts, and the wedding dress was in tatters. I’d torn off most of the skirt just to make walking easier. The bodice was still intact, but barely.

Hours passed. Or maybe minutes. Ti felt strange in the forest. The sun moved across the sky, filtering through the canopy in shifting patterns of light and shadow.

I should have found a road by now. Or a stream. Or so sign of civilization.

Instead there was just more forest. More trees. More endless walking.

My head started to hurt. Just a dull throb at first. Then sharper. Like soone was pressing their thumbs into my temples.

Dehydration probably. I hadn’t had water since the wedding. Since before the wedding actually. I’d been too nervous to eat or drink anything that morning.

I needed to find water soon. A stream or a pond. Sothing.

The dizziness hit

without warning. One second I was walking fine. The next the world tilted sideways. I stumbled. Caught myself against a tree trunk. Pressed my forehead against the rough bark and waited for everything to stop spinning.

Sothing was wrong.

This wasn’t just dehydration. This felt different. Worse.

I looked down at where I was standing. The ground was covered in small purple flowers. They had five delicate petals each, pale lilac at the edges but darkening toward the center, and they swayed slightly even though the air was still. For a mont I stared at them, dazed. They were pretty in an odd way, soft against the harsh browns and greens of the forest floor. Then sothing sharp flickered at the back of my mind.

Recognition.

I blinked, trying to focus through the fog pressing in on my skull. Mourning moon. The na crawled up from mory like a snake out of a hole. I’d seen it before, in a dusty field guide Thomas kept locked in his old shed, the kind of book he never wanted

touching. Poisonous carnivorous blooms, rare but dangerous, their pollen hung heavy in the air, sweet and faint, designed to lull prey into confusion before they realized they were being hunted.

My chest tightened. My breath ca shallow. This wasn’t just a headache. This was poison. It had been seeping into

for miles, and I hadn’t even noticed.

This was Tracker 101. A basic trap, one I should have recognized instantly. How had I not realized? How had I missed it until now, when my vision was already blurring and my legs felt like they belonged to soone else?

My stomach lurched. How had I been so stupid? The dizziness wasn’t dehydration. It was the flowers. I’d been walking through them for Goddess knew how long, inhaling their poison with every breath. The headache, the spinning world, the strange sense of ti slipping past , all of it made sense now.

I staggered back from the patch, but it didn’t matter. The flowers weren’t just here. They were everywhere. Dotting the moss, tucked beneath ferns, lining the narrow path I’d been following for hours. Their pollen clung to the air like mist. Every inhale burned a little more. My throat felt tight.

Panic jolted

awake like a slap. I turned and started running. Branches whipped against my arms and snagged the shredded skirt of the wedding dress. I yanked at the fabric, tore more of it away, and kept going. My lungs burned. My heart slamd against my ribs. All I could think was get out. Out of the trees, out of the flowers, out before it was too late.

The forest blurred past , trees dissolving into streaks of green and brown. My breath ca in ragged gasps. The path dipped and rose and twisted, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. If I stopped now, I’d never get up again.

Sowhere in the chaos of running, hope sparked. There was a break in the canopy ahead. A sliver of sothing gray between the trunks. Not sky. Not more trees. Pavent. A road.

I pushed harder, legs shaking. My vision tunneled. The edges went black, but the gray strip stayed ahead, beckoning. Just a little farther. Just one more step.

My foot caught on a root. I went down hard, hands scraping against the dirt. The impact knocked the breath out of , but I crawled forward anyway. The scent of mourning moon clung to , sweet and sickening. My fingers brushed gravel.

The road.

Relief hit

so hard it felt like another blow. Soone would find

here. Soone had to. A car, a truck, anything. I just had to stay awake long enough to be seen.

I tried to lift my head, to drag myself farther onto the asphalt, but my arms gave out. The sky tilted overhead, a bright slash of blue through the trees. My eyelids fluttered.

Then everything went dark.