All Chapters of Feral Hearts: Luna Rising : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

As the video resumed, all the eyes in the room, excluding Sheila’s, focused on the phone screen with intent curiosity.“What are we looking at?” Agent Salts asked as he watched the video. “I uh… made a video recording of the whole thing, just in case she went ahead with it.” Replied Sheila, her tone unsteady as she resumed picking her finger well manicured nails.Detective Williams raised an eyebrow and glanced at her, then resumed watching the twenty eight seconds video. Sheila wasn't seen in the video but Kimberly was there. In the video, Kimberly was dressed in a black t-shirt and baggy jeans. She was with Jordan and they were both in the classroom together. Kimberly seemed to be confronting him about his actions and his claims to love her. They seemed to be having a serious argument, raising voices and pointing fingers, their expressions screaming anger and rage. Jordan was seen standing close to an opened window.When suddenly, in one swift and violent push, Kimberly hurled Jo

Meanwhile, across the town of Lunadelephia, at the Ashfield Motel, Kimberly was left utterly stunned in the cramped motel space.She deliberately turned her back to face the now shut door, and a strong wave of DéjàVu crept into her bones. Last time she was locked in a confined space was by Jordan, a boy she trusted, who was now dead — she thought. Recalling the horrific event that transpired afterwards made her shudder. Now, a receptionist, whatever her motive was, has locked her in the motel room she paid for. Her mind spiraled in a flurry of questions, but none she could figure out the answer if she didn't ask.Fear? She felt none of it, but she was indeed perplexed. All she desperately needed was a meal, a warm bath and a bed to lay her tiresome body to sleep. But it seems the whole world was against her. First, Jordan, her so-called crush, delivered her into the claws of a beast. Second, her family turned against her, and her mother attempted to kill her. And now, whomever she c

“BANG BANG BANG!” Came the loud knocking on the wooden door, jolting Kimberly awake from her deep slumber.Warm rays of sunlight pierced through the slightly opened small window. She stirred, realizing it was now the dawn of another day. As she sat up, her bones creaked softly, reminding her of her prolonged rest.Groggily, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, planting them firmly on the ground. Rubbing the sleep of her eyes, she stumbled to the door, her annoyance brewing with each step. “Who's it?!” She yelled, her irritation evident in her tone.“Room service!” Replied the stern voice that emerged from the other side of the door. The voice sounded quite familiar and Kimberly suspected it to be the motel receptionist who had locked her inside the room she paid for and vanished with the key.Without any hole on the door to look through, she just leaned against the door. “You literally locked me in here, so how about you open the door yourself!” she yelled, her frustration mo

At about 2:00 pm, The twins, Clark and Aaron soon arrived at the border of their town, Lunadelephia. Their eyes scoured the vicinity in silence as they proceeded to step down from their car. “Bob said the body was found in the woods on the left-hand side of the road, when coming from our direction.” Clark said to Aaron, his hand outstretched, pointing towards the dense forest on their left.With a shared nod, Clark grabbed a bag that contained investigation tools and they both ventured into the woods, their movements swift and purposeful.Aaron gazed into the woods, where yellow tape cut through the trees, marking off the spot where the body was found. In a deliberate manner, their eyes scanned the gravel, carefully searching for signs of car tracks or other clues that could lead to their discovery.“I’ve got something!” Aaron called out, his firm tone cutting through the breezy silence, as his eyes settled on the dark brown blood stains etched into the gravel. “It leads into the woo

Few hours to midnight, the restless twins huddled in their first-floor motel room, situated opposite the reception, planning their next move. Clark's face was set in a grim mask as he checked his gun chamber and cocked the gun. “There’s too much fishy stuff going on with this motel,” he began, his voice low and urgent.Aaron nodded in agreement. “The receptionist herself must be hiding something, she too seems fishy.” He concurred, mirroring Clark's actions with his own gun. “It's an old, functional but deserted motel, the first motel in miles and I'm sure there isn't another one for another five miles from here. How is there a motel staff with zero occupant? It doesn't add up.” Aaron added, a hint of skepticism dripping from his tone. “And why hasn't she even closed for the day? There are no guests, or is she waiting for one?”Clark exhaled deeply, his brows furrowing in suspicion. “We searched all 20 rooms, but what if we missed something? What if she showed us only what she want