I Am The Luna

Chapter 0427

VALERIE.

Sleep comes and goes as we travel towards the Whispering Mountain Pack. It’s a long drive, and we’ll be there in another three hours. Damien and Anthony stayed behind to keep an eye on things, and I did manage to check Anthony’s injuries before we left. He’ll be ok with

some rest.

Adriana has a fever, and she’s fallen unconscious again, something that happened pretty soon after she was initiated into our little pack.

I stare out at the passing scenery, wondering why the Whispering Mountain Pack? I mean, that’s where Zaia had messaged us to go. Is it because Zade is with me? I wonder if Sebastian didn’t want him on his pack grounds… I’m itching to ask Zaia, but that’s something I’ll hold off on and ask her in person.

But it did add an extra hour to our journey. I sigh heavily as I adjust my position in my seat, feeling Zade’s eyes on me.

“Want me to drive?” I ask. I still haven’t had a look at his wounds. I mean, he was covered in

blood in that house.

“No, I’m good,” he answers, although I know for a fact he isn’t. “What’s on your mind, baby girl?”

I sigh softly. “Everything,” I say, looking over at him. Why does he look crazily sexy in that hoodie?

He watches me from under the shadow of his cap, making my heart flutter.

“Don’t stress, we have enough proof to deal with this,” he replies. For a moment I feel his aura ripple around him, his hand tightening ever so slightly on the steering wheel.

‘But how do you feel about seeing them all again?‘ I ask softly through the mind–link. He’s worrying about me, and yeah, I’m worried, but I’m more worried about how he’ll be treated.

‘I didn’t really see anyone much in prison.‘

squeezes when I look at

so many years in isolation…

– For years…

1/3

have escaped if you wanted to, correct?‘ I ask softly, my

it was the only way he’d catch

for me?

I’m being a

Almost as if he’s trying to ponder over his

wrong,

could have,‘

a beat, and I reach over, placing my hand on his

I whisper, unable to calm my nerves.

leaning over and kissing my lips softly.

fall silent, my chest heaving as I try

and threading his fingers with mine, pressing

love you… and I wish

lips collide with mine, cutting me off as they ignite a

“You

heart flutter. “What matters

I whisper weakly, forcing him back, although I just want to

close.

skills, I’m not you

sits back.

driving skills aren’t on par with yours; when you see my riding skills, you will be impressed,” I

dare look over at him, feeling his eyes burning into

over my shoulder.