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.

from one foot to

recognize her so she must be a

she called me Luna?

feeling awkward about the

like something to eat, Luna?" another omega asks

stove.

I know her. Her name's Maureen. I used to help

to time. My own little way of giving back

We've worked

daze and square

Luna."

grind my teeth and hold back

and then one

Luna," she says, soft but certain.

"What the actual hell?

them, fuming. First of all, I'm

me Luna? Who gave them the right? If this is

swear I'm going

and try to keep

plate from the dish rack and loads

She pours coffee into a cup and places both

me with a smile.

"Here you go, Luna."

I can't

more time," I say through

slits, "I'm going to

all stiffen. Their backs go ramrod straight—and for a second, I think

believe me.

his voice cut through the

you just threaten my

around so fast I nearly give

my neck. "Where did you

the room, walking over until he's standing beside

the counter, calm

smoothly, his eyes scanning me

for you to come

heat in his gaze. It's more

okay, but for some reason his gaze makes

squint at him. "That's a total lie. I would've

smirks, his green eyes bright against the morning sun

distracted and lost in

mouth to

I end up closing it. He's

going

out a lot

thought lately that

stampede

me.

stare at

kitchen, the

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