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.

question, saying too much would

a deep breath, I pointed to the door. Though my voice lacked strength, I still mustered the courage to tell Nathan and Avia, “Get out! I don’t want to see

Nathan didn’t move.

it healed?” “What’s it to you?” I sneered. “You already believed Avia’s words, thinking

grabbed Nathan’s arm, shaking it

know, I didn’t mean

be bothered to look

matter what mistakes Avia made, Nathan

the fact is you haven’t completed

a

shoe prints instantly soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain almost

before leaving. “If

properly next time, I’ll shove your

My stomach churned.

contain myself, I staggered to the sink, removed

looked at the mirror.

person in the mirror was significantly thinner, almost translucently pale,

wiped my mouth, put the mask back on, and began cleaning the

restroom.

of the workday, Fisher finally let me go.

with old injuries flaring up,

strength, I returned to the room–more precisely,

I dared not face Marc and April.

bathroom, rinsed off the filth and

myself in the soft bed, I drifted into a

would get some good rest.

my door. Unwilling to open it,

outside grew more insistent, with

donned a random nightgown, dragged my aching body to

met a pair of

at the door, with

the sight

need something?” I asked

voice icy, “I came to find