Seeing no point in staying in my room—especially now that Nyx had shut me out

I crawl out of bed and leave. Besides, my stomach is growling, reminding me

that I hadn't eaten since yesterday.

I wander through the corridors and down the stairs in a daze. Sure, Nyx gave me

more information... but all it did was leave me more confused. Sometimes I

wonder if she does it on purpose, because tell me why I always end up more

confused after having a talk with her?

She gets so cryptic sometimes—dropping puzzle pieces, shrouding everything in

mystery—and I hate it. I hate not having answers. I hate being confused. I hate

being kept in the dark. I hate that she's feeding me crumbs.

But I also can't push her. I know her well enough to know that will make her

retreat further from me, and I can't have that. I can't afford for us to drift apart,

especially now, when it feels like Xena has the upper hand.

And her parting shot? It has me spiraling.

Could it be that, just like me, her mother's wolf spirit was transferred to someone

else, living in a completely different human body?

And if she suspects someone, that means she's already met her. Which means

I've probably met her too, right?

So, who the hell is she?

I rack my brain, trying to think of who could possibly be Nyx's mother, but I come

up empty.

On that note, it gets me thinking... does Xena have a different body too? Can Nyx

recognize her? Or are we flying blind?

It makes sense. If both she and her mother were transferred to new bodies, then

the same could be said for Xena. Which just makes things more difficult.

I walk into the kitchen, lost in thought, and the moment I step in, every person in

the room stops what they're doing.

"Good morning, Luna," a middle-aged woman greets me with a warm smile.

"Well... that's new... and unexpected.

one foot to the other,

her so she must be a new

she called me Luna?

I stammer the words, feeling awkward about the whole

like something to eat, Luna?" another omega asks

stove.

I know her. Her

time. My own little way of

We've worked together

from the daze and square

Luna."

and hold

then one

are our Luna," she says, soft but certain.

"What the actual hell?

I stare at them, fuming. First of

them to call me Luna? Who gave them

I swear I'm going to

grit my teeth and try to keep it together.

a plate from the dish rack and loads it

pours coffee into a cup and places both in front

me with a smile.

"Here you go, Luna."

can't contain my anger

call me Luna one more time," I say through gritted teeth, narrowing

going to

all stiffen. Their backs go ramrod straight—and for

believe me.

hear his voice cut through the

you just threaten my

fast I nearly give

neck.

walking over until he's standing beside

the counter, calm

smoothly, his eyes scanning me

"waiting for you to come

It's more

okay, but for some reason his gaze

"That's a total

his green eyes bright against

so distracted and lost

mouth to

end up closing

going on,

lot lately. I've

thought lately

stampede if

me.

at each

the kitchen, the

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