I Am The Luna

Chapter 0371

ZADE.

The Arkan.

The hunters who wanted us dead.

They use a special device that leads them to those who are chipped. A quick scan of an area makes us appear on their screens as red blips, and the chips are

advanced enough to be pretty precise with their locations.

Fools who allowed themselves to trust humans. No human would agree to be chipped, so why did our kind?

That night after her unspoken rejection I had let loose, there’s something oddly therapeutic about falling into the ways you have known all your life.

I found a few of the Arkan since I’ve been trying to locate them anyway, and I killed them all without mercy. Unleashing the anger that had been burning within me. Delivering judgment to those who dared to hurt our kind.

But I had to come back because I had taken nothing with me, and I had been hit with a poisonous bullet which isn’t healing.

Having her show up in my place like that wasn’t what I was expecting. I didn’t think she had it in her to break into someone’s home.

I had made sure to remain silent in the hope that she wouldn’t hear me. After all, how am I supposed to face her after what happened? I let my guard down, something I never should have. I didn’t think she’d have heard that I was back unless, of course, she was listening out for any sounds.

At least she’s learning to be more vigilant. Deep down a part of me returned to see if she was ok but I will never acknowledge that.

Because

not after she was

taking my pants off. A part of me wants to see what she has to say, but a bigger part of me knows it’s

and I are two entirely different groups of people. I am not going to waste

+15 BONUS

my right flank as the pain throbs through me. Whatever poison they used, it isn’t healing fast and I’m

back a groan. The less I move, the

I need to get away from her to keep my sanity, but she’s incapable of taking care of herself. What if someone comes for her again? Unless I take her chip out or tell her to stop fucking telling everyone she’s a werewolf, but that would need me to talk to her again. Something I

her open and

maybe, but for the

stop caring… I need to

I may never see her again had been one of the hardest things to do. But I told myself if it was meant to be, then our paths would cross, and

go? Or do I take her

I’m going to fall unconscious,

pull on some sweatpants and drop onto the bed.

VALERIE.

part of me just wants to give him space… but

to hurt him like

do I fix things?

that sits beside my bed. His piercing blue eyes stare back at me as if he’s

at me.