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.

answer Moss’s question, saying too

I pointed to the door. Though my voice lacked strength, I still mustered the

Nathan didn’t move.

“Your injury… why hasn’t it healed?” “What’s it to you?” I sneered. “You already believed Avia’s words, thinking I’m faking, right?”

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

know, I didn’t

be bothered to

matter what mistakes Avia made, Nathan would “Is this intentional?”

you’re saying, but the fact is you haven’t completed the tasks I assigned you. So…

a hard shove.

my clothes. The unexpected pain almost made

leaving. “If

leaving, “If you don’t clean properly next time, I’ll shove your ugly face

My stomach churned.

to contain myself, I staggered to the sink, removed my

at

was significantly thinner, almost translucently pale, with blood on the corners of her mouth.

put the mask back on, and began cleaning the

restroom.

workday, Fisher

and with old injuries flaring up, I almost collapsed.

I returned to the room–more

not face Marc and April.

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

the soft bed, I drifted into

get some

down, someone knocked on my

person outside grew more insistent, with the knocking threatening to break my

donned a random nightgown, dragged my aching body to the door, and

met a pair of amber

door, with a weak Avia leaning against

the sight of

you need something?” I asked impatiently.

at me coldly, his voice icy, “I came to