The Luna Is Gone by Angelique Quinn

Chapter 137

Diana’s pov

Nathan bent down to help me up, but Avia grabbed his arm, stopping him.

“Nathan, haven’t you noticed that Diana is just acting? Don’t let her fool you! With her close relationship with Healer, she must have had her injuries healed long ago! Besides… she still has the Alpha aura. Even if it’s just relying on her wolf, she surely has recovered!”

Avia spoke, kicking my legs a couple of times.

Avia spoke, kicking my legs a couple of times.

“You deceiver! Get up! Do you think pretending to be sick and weak will make Nathan pity you? He’ll only see you as more hypocritical!” Avia continued.

Nathan, looking down at me with icy eyes, seemed to believe Avia’s words.

However, after a moment, he saw something, and his calm eyes suddenly showed shock, then panic, and finally fear.

His face rapidly enlarged in my sight.

He reached out, seemingly wanting to hold me.

Suddenly, a tall figure flashed before my eyes, pushing Nathan away.

The person turned to look at me, and crimson filled their eyes.

“Diana…” Moss hurriedly helped me up, his voice trembling, “What happened to you? Do you know you’re bleeding?”

It turned out my perception wasn’t wrong. The warm and viscous liquid beneath me was indeed my blood.

I mustered some strength and said, “Probably tore the wound accidentally just now, causing it to bleed again.”

“Tore it? How could that happen?”

I lifted my eyelids and glanced at Nathan.

He looked bewildered.

I guessed he probably remembered forcefully grabbing the door frame earlier.

didn’t answer Moss’s question, saying too much would make me

door. Though my voice lacked strength, I still mustered

Nathan didn’t move.

looked at me and dryly asked, “Your injury… why hasn’t it healed?” “What’s it to you?” I sneered. “You already believed Avia’s

her shoulders and grabbed Nathan’s arm, shaking it gently.

I didn’t know, I didn’t mean

couldn’t be bothered to

that, no matter what mistakes Avia made, Nathan

the fact is you haven’t completed the

a hard shove.

tumbled to the ground, dirty water and shoe prints instantly soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain almost

triumphantly, warning me before leaving. “If you don’t

properly next

My stomach churned.

myself, I staggered to the sink, removed my mask, and vomited a

at the

the mirror was significantly thinner, almost translucently pale, with blood on the corners

smiled, wiped my mouth, put the mask back on,

restroom.

workday, Fisher finally let

injuries flaring

I returned to the room–more precisely, the hospital

not face Marc and

the blood–stained clothes, I entered the bathroom, rinsed off the

the soft bed, I drifted into a

thought I would get

not even ten minutes after lying down, someone knocked on my door. Unwilling to open it, I ignored the persistent knocking.

grew more insistent, with the knocking threatening to break my

a random nightgown, dragged my aching body to the door, and opened it.

creak, I met a pair

door, with a weak

the sight of these two

you need something?” I asked

at me coldly, his voice icy,