I Am The Luna

Fuck, she’s safe.

I press my face into her hair, trying to calm myself. She could have fucking died. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“I’m ok…” she breathes, “but you’re not!”

I close my eyes, inhaling the scent of her hair, the mix of her natural scents and her shampoo calming the blood thirst.

“We need to get out of here. We have to move her, regardless.” I say, moving back and glancing at Ada. Her heartbeat is stronger.

Looking at the dead bodies on the floor, I step back. I’m going to have to burn this place down, there are far too many dead bodies.

“She’s still weak,” Valerie says.

Adriana looks over at Valerie. “We do need to leave. Thank you for what you’ve done so far. How is she?” she asks as she leans against the wall, trying to keep her balance.

Valerie turns to the bed, gently tugging free from my hold, trying not to stumble as she moves away from me; something I didn’t want her to do. She looks down at the woman, lifting the shirt she’s placed over her chest. “She’s healing.” She says with relief, “I think it might just be safe to move her.”

“If they’ve not done something to the car, I think it’s safer to just walk to where I’ve parked the truck,” I say, glad I had still been careful about that, although there might be a chance they know what my truck looks like by now…

Crouching down before her looking at her leg, I couldn’t protect her… The bullet shot right through, which means at least nothing remains inside, but it’s damaged her leg, and torn through muscles and tendons. I grab one of the shirts I had brought in earlier and bandage up her leg for her, caressing the back of her calf.

I look up at her, trying to mask the guilt I feel.

“I’m ok.” She smiles at me, seeing right through my cold front, brushing her finger along one of my cuts, but I move back and stand up.

“You’re pretty good with these things…” I say as I remove the scalpel and scissors she had used against the attackers.

“I’m a doctor when it comes to my patients… I’m not one to mess with.” She

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smiles faintly as she quickly begins gathering her things.

She’s not fucking wrong, the look in her eyes when I had entered, that fierceness

. She’s not a fighter, she’s a protector and I realise what the difference is.

She cared for others and was ready to protect and stand before them no matter what, but when it came to herself; she became careless.

“Come on, baby girl, let’s get out of here fast.”

“Do you think there’s more?” she asks quietly as I scan the room, but I know she doesn’t mean inside the house.

“I don’t know.”

I leave the room, needing to cover our tracks the best I can. I try to contact Damien, but there’s no response. Frowning, I stop before the werewolf and pull off his mask.

One of the squad captains from the Sable…

What did they have that made you do this? Or did you simply have no honour, to begin with? How many others will or have betrayed us?

Questions that I have no answers to.

Gathering the bodies, I search them all, taking anything I can find. It’s obvious they didn’t carry any form of identity on them, but a picture of their face was enough.

I find some oil in the basement, splashing it across all the rooms and spreading it over the walls, making sure to leave space for all of us to make our way downstairs without touching the gasoline.

I scan the rooms, making sure that I’ve gathered all the bodies, removing the weapons and piling them on top of the pile of bodies in the hallway.

The stench of blood fills the air, a dark reminder of the bloodbath that had occurred. Even the walls and floors are marred with blood, if it was up to me, I’d have preferred to clean all traces of this up but there is no time.

Every minute spent here risks us. I douse the bodies with gasoline, and soon the smell overpowers the smell of blood as I head back upstairs.