I Am The Luna

Chapter 0504

I run the tap, leaning over the bath for a second. I know why I pushed Zade to go harder on me... Ada

I close my eyes, Valerie's words from a week ago ringing in my mind.

"I'm sorry, Adriana... I've tried everything. Would you like us to bring her here? It would be good for you to have some time together."

The words of a doctor when there is nothing more they can do. The words of a doctor admitting defeat.

She's dying. My sister is dying.

My lip trembles, but I refuse to let my emotions get the better of me. I take a deep, calming breath as I stand tall. I remove my clothes and return to change the bedding whilst the tub fills up.

I'll have no family once she's gone. Sure, I have the pack, but no one I can call my own....

I button up the duvet cover, tossing it back on the bed before returning to the bathroom and remove my underwear, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

A muscled body, with several thin scars running across my waist, left hip, legs and chest, decorating my body.

I look at my arms which are covered in burns. They're healed clear, no longer a darker red, but the melted flesh still shines and the pattern they made remains.

A reminder of that battle against the Sublime... we were meant to work with Sebastian King... but he led us into a trap, setting off those poisonous explosions that killed many of us...

Zade was imprisoned. No one

that runs down the left side of my face, starting from below my ear and reaching midway across my cheek. This one is darker than my skin, it dips in, a reminder that the cut was very deep but never stitched up as it should

this one was

my arms in front of me. These are reminders... reminders of the invisible scars

into the tub, wanting to soak for a bit, pushing the

in the tub, I grab my phone

Can you send someone for pizza? I'm

ANTHONY: You got it.

to the point, but I know my pizza will be

ADRIANA: Thanks.

I've towel-dried my hair and pulled on some biker

much better

me good. I have just put

ANTHONY: Pizza is here.

Marcus holding a box of delicious-smelling pizza. The packhouse is pretty quiet, there are only

anticipation of the yummy goodness as my stomach

Thanks, babe," I say, high-fiving him as

leaves and I open the box of pizza, take out a slice and bite into it

the hot cheese and the explosion of flavours