I Am The Luna

VALERIE.

I’m hurting him all over again, but I’m panicking. Things are moving too fast. He can’t just make these decisions for me. I’m an adult and this isn’t right. You can’t just make these decisions alone, you’re supposed to discuss them, not act like a caveman and just- take me away!

This isn’t a fairytale! It’s real life!

I’m a doctor, for god’s sake. I have a job that I need to be close to in case I’m called in! What if next month he simply decides to move somewhere else? Will he expect me to leave my job? NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

I get it; I get why he’s doing this, but… this isn’t the way to go about it

Besides, what if Zaia shows up again or how do I tell them that I’ve moved and why? Although I do think they need to do something about the Arkan.

Maybe we should talk to Zaia, Sebastian, and Atticus.

I stare down at Jai’s image, and with rushing guilt, realise I’m being selfish…

I slide his picture out of the frame and place it aside before I open the door that I was struggling to open when the box fell. It reveals a gorgeous large room.

It’s definitely the master bedroom, that much I can tell, but still, I move to the door beside it, wanting to see the rest. This one leads to a bathroom, and the third door leads to a smaller bedroom with a single bed.

Hearing his footsteps, I turn as he walks in and carries the boxes into the master bedroom.

“Is the room ok?” he asks, and I close my eyes, trying not to let guilt or frustration consume me.

“Yeah… it is…” I say, looking down.

The place is nice… and something tells me he did consider me before choosing it.

He places the boxes down and I think he’s about to walk out when he stops in front of me, and places a single finger under my chin forcing me to look up into his eyes.

He doesn’t say anything, simply searching my eyes for something, but as to what he’s looking for, I have no idea….

Zade Toussaint is still a mystery….

“I know why you did what you did-”

“I really don’t think you do,” he counters quietly, cutting me off.

My heart skips a beat as he steps even closer, his chest almost colliding with mine, sending sparks rushing through me..

I feel drugged when he’s around… my gaze dips to his lips.

“Look at me, Little Mate.”

My cheeks burn as I gaze into his eyes.

“I do understand,” I respond firmly.

“You don’t. Because if you did, you’ll realise that if last night they attacked, I wouldn’t have been able to protect you. That I was too weak to have done much… The night you were almost raped, what if I wasn’t there?”

His words ring in my mind as he continues.

“I know you had this little plan set up about your new fresh start, but we are werewolves, Valerie. We have to adapt to our surroundings and the situation. The Arkan are out there to kill us, to put an end to us. They are a thousand times worse than the sable.” His deep husky voice thrums through me, but I grapple to focus on his words and not his voice. “Baby girl, are you listening?”

“Yes!” I say, shaking my head to clear it. He doesn’t look like he believes me, hist brow slightly furrowed before he nods.

I fall silent, looking away as I ponder on his words.

I do get it… “Then we need to tell them, Atticus, Sebastian, Zaia, they head the biggest packs, they are the ones who can take this up with the government.”

“Yeah, they are.

“But I wonder if they even know how serious the threat is…”

“I doubt it… because they’re picking off the lone wolves first. They have no idea. I mean… did you tell Zaia what almost happened to you?”

I shudder at the memory, instinctively leaning into him, and he releases my chin. instead, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I get it… so… I’ll try to be a little more alert and understanding, but can you at least try to communicate a little better? I’m not used to this.” I say softly, running my fingers up the curves of his hard–muscled biceps.