Chasing My Rejected Luna
Chapter 144

TEGAN'S

P.O.V

It was like something possessive came over me. Reliving my traumatic past was one thing, but making Ezra suffer through one of the hardest things he had ever been through was another. I know he is strong and brave and probably could even handle it, but why if there was something I could do? I felt so powerless up until I saw the pain in his eyes, then it was as if something inside of me shifted and I could think again. I knew Iblis and his mind games, so why did I allow him to break into mine so quickly, and then completely convince myself that I was useless?

'Because then it would require you to admit to the fact that the gates of hell have been opened and we couldn't stop it! Gemma said in my head, making me realize that since entering this place, she was silent, which meant she was also blocked out and I didn't even realize it.

'You're right. I was momentarily terrified of what was coming next and didn't want to face the reality of what was happening. I am, after all, human with real fears! I replied, but not sassily.

She was right, I was scared and didn't want to face the fact that the gates of hell were opened. Not only that, but now that I know Lucy is the key, it opened up a brand new set of problems. How the hell was I going to get the gates closed when she couldn't touch them? She is needed for the ritual to close the gates of hell. She was one of two Tribal Wolves that were needed aside from the two powerful sister witches. Now I know she couldn't help because if she touched the door, it would unravel the spell cast to close it. This left us with an even bigger problem than getting Helga to assist, which we hadn't even managed either. Needless to say, we were losing an uphill battle.

"Earth to Tegan! Hello, you need to focus on what we are doing so that we are able to work together to break the spell keeping us contained in this room." Trystan's voice spoke out, interrupting my never-ending train of thought.

I looked over at Ezra, he stood there motionless, as if in a state of shock. He wasn't prepared for what just happened. Nobody could have been. Especially if we failed to tell him about the room's motives before it happened.

He was only 16 at the time of losing his father. Then, after that horrific day, he was forced to take over as the Alpha King. The elders gave him no time to deal with what occurred that day. He had to shove what he went through to the side as if it never happened and push on for the kingdom. Truth be told, I'm not even sure he ever dealt with the pain of losing his father. He never spoke to me about what happened that day. I only knew his father died in a battle and that was all. If I had known he went through something so traumatic and hard, I wouldn't have been such a bitch in the beginning. Or maybe I would have understood why he started out as a distant, cold-hearted a*****e. I couldn't let him take his stroll down his memory lane, not if the first memory was that bad. I couldn't imagine what the rest of his past was like before me. Especially being taught by that crooked elder, Jackson. No telling what Jackson, Michael, and the rest of those Elders put him through growing up. I am just glad he didn't turn out to be just like them. "There is nothing to pull from in here," I said while taking my eyes away from Ezra to address Trystan.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, his face showing major confusion.

"All I can pull from is you and Ezra's energy. There is no wind, no trees, no nothing." I said, defeated.

"You don't need those things to draw power."

"Yes, I do. I've only been able to use magic if I draw it from the earth's life force itself."

"No, you just do what your mind asks. You don't need a life force to draw power from, you are the power source." He said confidently.

"I've never drawn power from myself. That sounds ridiculous."

"Who has been teaching you about your Tribal Wolf magic?" He asked with a look of concern plastered on his face.

"Me... Who else?"

"Fuck. We really are screwed. There is no stopping Iblis if you don't even know your own strength and power."

"I'm sorry I didn't have a life coach to assist me. I just found out about myself recently. I feel like I have done significantly well, thank you very much." I responded defensively.

"I'm not saying you aren't doing good for someone self-taught. But think about it, Iblis has been harboring Tribal Wolves for centuries. Studying them, learning their brains and how they operate. If you don't even know how to control your own powers without the help of the earth, not only are we fucked but so is your precious world that you are hell-bent on saving."

I felt a little targeted, and misunderstood, but overall angry.

"I didn't have someone well experienced showing me the ropes. I have myself and only myself. This means I did not have a powerful demon or a damn collection of Tribal Wolves at my disposal to use when I was stuck and needed help. You get what you get. Stop sitting here judging my inexperience compared to your own. You are the one who needs my help to escape, limited knowledge not. Remember that. Now, shut up and show me what I need to do." I demanded angrily.

I hardly knew him, yet he knew how to push every single button that got me overly emotional.

"That is what you need." He replied with a smile.

Why was he smiling? I quickly took my eyes away from him to look around. The pads on some of the walls were falling off while the glass on the door was spider web cracked from top to bottom.

"Now hold my hand and focus that hatred and anger on that damn door," he said as he grabbed my hand roughly once again.

"What happened?" I asked, still looking around at the room.

"Emotions are strong and powerful sources to use to tap into natural abilities, Tegan. Anger seems to be the strongest. Therefore, if I want you to be useful to me right now, then I have to make those emotions surface for this to work since you don't know how to pull them forward on your own. I have to force you to feel them so I can use them for our benefit."

Fucking dickhead.

'A well-trained, smart, and knowledgeable dickhead though.' Gemma responded to my thoughts with a huff of laughter.

She wasn't wrong. If I allowed it, I could learn a lot from him. That was if he was willing to help me, that is. I grasped his hand back harder as I focused on the door this time.

"That's it. Now, focus on the one object you need the powers to work against. Your powers won't spiral out of control and hit anywhere if you keep them on one target or on multiple targets. Keep yourself focused on the object at hand, in this case, the door. Then pull all of those triggering memories that spark the most emotion to help fuel your powers."

I listened while focusing on the door. Suddenly, a burst of some unseen power hit the door so hard it flew right off the hinges, hitting the ground as it shattered to pieces. I did it!

'No, we did it.' Gemma said, referencing Trystan and I.

I looked down at our clasped hands.

"We did it," I said out loud in disbelief.

"Let's get out of here," Trystan said as he let go and walked out the door.

Now that we broke free, it was time to end this before it got too far to be fixed.