I Am The Luna

Chapter 0445

ADRIANA.

The scent in this house is addictive, alluring even. It brings with it a calm and a warmth I’ve never felt before. I’ve never slept comfortably as far back as I remember. Even when it was me and Ada together and I would curl up with her to keep us warm I was never relaxed. I couldn’t be, always on the edge- on alert, just in case something happens. 1

Here, in this foreign pack, I’ve slept more than ever, and I know for a fact it’s not just the comfortable bed. I’m happy to be up and about, but this place brings me peace. 1

Zaia is nice enough. She’s sweet and polite, and she and Valerie have a great bond. I don’t really fit in when I don’t really have any experience with their way of life. They can relate to more than just being werewolves unlike me who has nothing else in common with them.

They’ve gotten me clothes which I really appreciate, and Valerie’s invited me to dinner, so that’s something I’m looking forward to. Being cooped up in this room is getting a little boring.

I put on the grey dress since the burns on my arms aren’t everyone’s cup of tea. Although I’d love to dine with them on display in front of the man who was behind that explosion.

I smirk sadistically at my thoughts as I slip on the fitted dress and apply a little make–up they had also brought for me. I look at my dark smoky eyes, liking how it makes me look more alive.

I leave the bedroom, stopping in to see Ada.

“Hey sis,” I whisper, brushing her hair back.

Come back to me…

She’s the only family I have, and I promised I’d always keep her safe but I failed.

Although no one has said it, I know that she’s not doing great. A quick skim through Ada’s file is enough proof of that. I close the file and stare at her. Why her?

Sighing heavily, I kiss her forehead before I leave her room, mind–linking my Luna Valerie

that I’m on my way.

‘I’ll be right down.‘

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that we have a pack now.

+15 BONUS

bottom of the stairs, 3rd door down the hall on

scent hits me even stronger, and my heart races.

my mind, that only excites me, wanting

further.

almost takes over, but

hear the slightly

walk in on something I shouldn’t.

a friend. She can be trusted, and she’s not so weak that

me… suddenly I wish I didn’t

was stupid to think I could just sit with them and eat. Obviously, they think they’re above me, or more like Atticus,

a deep sexy voice which I’m

just mind–linked. She’s on her way down.

inside an open door when I hear footsteps as someone exits the dining room. I peer out at the man who has stepped out, he has glossy brown hair which is long on top with short back

the image on Valerie’s phone call that day, but in hot–o–meter hits the

person,

the

his muscled physique

leather belt and black pants

I’m suddenly hit with that scent, only this time it’s full

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+15 BONUS

His scent.

forward and a single word

unable to voice it. My emotions are surging forward, but at the very same time, I realise why he’s avoiding

me to know… that’s why he didn’t

attend dinner. 1