Chasing My Rejected Luna
Chapter 169

TEGAN'S P.O.V

My eyes fluttered open, and all I could see was trees whipping by quickly. Was I in the car? How did I get here?

"What's happening?" I asked as I rubbed my eyes and I looked over at Ezra.

"Oh, thank the good goddess, you're awake! How are you feeling?" He asked as he looked back and forth between me and the road.

I could sense panic in his voice. Why would he be panicked?

"Tegan, are you okay?" He asked me when I didn't respond due to being lost in my thoughts.

"Sorry, yeah, I feel perfectly fine. Aside from my head hurting a bit."

"It's probably when you hit the ground."

"What happened?" I asked in a questionable tone.

"I was going to ask you the same thing. Do you remember anything?"

I sat and thought about his question for a moment. Did I remember anything? I remember the alleyway, then feeling weird, then someone talking to me. I also remember going to the bathroom once we were back inside, but I was drawing a blank after that. What happened in the bathroom to make me faint?

"Where is Novalee?" I asked, changing the topic while rubbing a goose egg on the back of my skull.

"Following behind us. I rushed out of the diner to get you home." "Why?"

"Why? Ugh, because you weren't responding to me when I was banging on the bathroom door. Then I found you unconscious on the floor. I went into a frantic panic to get you back to the pack-house to be seen by the medical staff." "I feel fine, I don't need to be seen."

"Maybe right now you feel fine, but you fainted for no reason, and to me, that's not fine."

"I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation for that."

"Yeah, one the medical staff can replace."

Unless they couldn't? Some stuff can't be explained by medicine. Like my mother's condition, it was magical, and the staff couldn't figure out how to heal her. So if something also happened to me that was magical, then medicine wouldn't help us. But if something magical happened, wouldn't I remember it? 'Help her...

I heard a faint voice say.

"Did you say something?" I asked, looking over at Ezra.

"Yeah, I said the medical staff would figure it out."

"No, I thought you said..."

'Help her... The voice said again, this time interrupting me, making me stop talking for a moment.

"There it was again," I said as I began to look around the car.

"There what was?"

"The voice."

"I think you may have hit your head a little harder than we thought," he said while looking over at me.

Great, so I am being considered certified crazy. Just what I needed to add to my personality. I rubbed my forehead in an attempt to calm my racing thoughts, but they didn't seem to come to an end.

The territory was coming into view, and I was grateful to be returning home. I just want to cuddle up by a warm fire, hold my baby, and cherish every waking moment we have. There was so much going on that I feared what the future had in store, but for now, I will push the inevitable feeling of doom aside, immerse myself in baby cuddles, and enjoy being with my family in all my downtime.

"Fine, I will get checked out when we get back just to make you feel better. However, I don't think I need medical attention," I finally responded.

"Well good, because we need to be in tip-top shape for what's to come," he replied, but at the same time, another voice spoke as well. 'Help her...'

Okay, I know this isn't in my head, someone is trying to talk to me. One of my many gifts is that I can see and speak to ghosts, so it's not too far-fetched, but if it were a ghost, why couldn't I see anyone? Who was I supposed to help? How was I supposed to help if they weren't showing themselves and were only saying two words?

After a few moments of silence, I decided to brush the voice off. I pulled my passenger-side mirror down to take a look at my face. Goddess, I looked like shit. My image reflected exactly how I felt, awful.

I tilted the mirror so that I could use it to look behind us to make sure that Novalee was still following. But to my surprise, I saw someone entirely different staring back at me.

"Son of a bitch!" I screamed as I quickly turned around to look at the ghostly figure of a female I saw staring at me in the mirror in the back seat. But when I turned around she was no longer there. "What!?" Ezra asked in a panicked voice.

"She was just there," I replied in disbelief.

"Who was?"

"The girl. The sick dead girl."

I bet my face mirrored how I felt inside. Spooked and surprised.

"Dead girl? Did you see a ghost?"

"It happened so fast, maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me," I suggested, trying to ease his mind. But I knew better, she was there, but what did she want?

'Clearly for you to help her. Gemma replied sarcastically.

'But who is the question? Does she want help for herself or for the alleyway girl?' I asked, hoping she knew the answers that I didn't.

'Ask her, not me.'

I looked back in the mirror and there she was in the backseat, as if she had never left. I turned around once again to look, but she was no longer there again. However, when I turned back around and looked in the mirror once more, she was sitting in the same spot as if she had never left. I could only physically see her in a mirror. That's good to know.

"How can I help her?" I asked out loud.

"Help who, Novalee? I'm not sure, we haven't figured that part out yet. But I'm sure once we all start brainstorming and doing extensive research we will figure it out." Ezra replied, thinking I was speaking to him.

"What happened to you?" I asked her, ignoring Ezra's response.

Something bad happened to her, something sinister and deadly. Murder maybe?

"Nothing happened to me, something happened to you," Ezra replied, still not realizing I wasn't speaking to him.

Although I hadn't told him that I wasn't, and he couldn't see what I could, he had no way of knowing that I was actually speaking to someone else in the car. 'Death. She will die. Help her.' She responded with more words this time, but she didn't answer my question.

"Who will die? The girl in the alleyway? Why will she die?"

"What are you talking about?" Ezra asked, now confused.

I looked away from the mirror to look at Ezra.

"We are not alone. Someone is here with us. She needs my help."

"Absolutely not. We aren't going on some savior adventure, we have our own problems to worry about at the moment. Tell her to come back at a later date."

But what if our problems were the same? What if theoretically speaking, the girl she wants me to save is after the same person that we were? The woman mentioned in the alleyway that she got all her answers from us talking. However, when we were talking we had only spoken about Sybil, so what if she also wanted to hunt her down?

'Help her...' The voice said once again, but more softly this time.

I turned from looking at Ezra to stare back in the mirror, but when I looked in the reflection, she was gone. How was I supposed to help her friend if she wasn't helping me understand what it was I needed to help her with?