ログインSo, now we have our little war next. Also, a little spoiler, it is going to be revealed what that bullet did to Mia the next chapter. And no, because I read one reader's comment who believes she is pregnant, our Luna is not pregnant yet...
Mia:The infirmary felt different. It was a little too quiet for me to truly understand how things should be going.When I first woke, nurses had been coming and going every few minutes. Nathan had barely left my side. Rosalyn had refused to leave my bed unless someone physically carried her away. Now the chair beside my bed sat empty and the hallway beyond looked unnaturally still, and I found myself frowning as I tried to process what was going on.I blinked at the ceiling and tried to breathe slow. The pain in my back was still there, a dull, constant ache, but it no longer stole my breath whenever I wanted to move, and I knew that I could sit up without the world tilting. I had to admit, that alone after a week of sitting and doing nothing felt like victory.“Nathan?” I called, looking around the room, frowning that I couldn’t catch his scent.A nurse walked into the room, clearly hearing my voice as she did. “Good morning, Luna,” she said.“Good morning,” I said, nodding at her.
Brenda:The moment the door closed behind Nathan the room became painfully quiet.I stood frozen near beside the door for a second, my fingers gripping the strap of my bag so tightly they ached. Mia was finally awake, and though I had imagined this moment a thousand times, though I wanted to go and rush toward her, to hug her for being alive, to tell her just how much she scared me… my feet would not move.The last memory she had of me was our argument. The last words I had spoken before she was shot haunted me every single day she lay unconscious.What if those were the last words she ever remembered hearing from me? What if I never got to speak to her again?I looked at Rosalyn who almost lost her mother because of me, and I found myself shaking my head as I ran my fingers through my hair before I lowered my eyes, unable to look at her. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. The words I had rehearsed for eight days felt suddenly inadequate. “I’m so sorry. I swear, I am so damn sorry.”Tears blur
Nathan:For the first time in days the room did not feel suffocating. If anything, I found myself wanting to smile. Mia was awake. She was weak and pale and still healing, but she was awake. And for now, that was enough.Rosalyn had fallen asleep curled against her mother’s side, allowing herself to rest for the first time in days. Mia absentmindedly ran her fingers through our daughter’s hair while she stared out the window, the afternoon sunlight catching the faint smile at the corners of her mouth.I could not stop looking at her, and though I knew that she was awake and here for me, I couldn’t help but stare at her, wanting to remind myself that she was awake and well. That she wasn’t going anywhere, that she was going to stay by my side.“You are staring, Nathan.” She said, smiling as she spoke.A quiet chuckle escaped me. “I just wanted to make sure you were not another dream. And that you really are awake right now.”She reached for my hand. “I am real, and I am awake. And I am
Mia:My whole body felt numb, and somehow, despite all the painkillers, everything seemed to hurt.“The wound has mostly recovered, Luna.” The pack healer said calmly. “You will need to stay for a couple of days, but you should be able to get back home soon.”“Thank you,” I said, thankful for her assurance.“I’ll be out if you need anything. And the nurses will come back shortly for your painkillers.” She said, and I nodded.She nodded at Nathan whose eyes were fixed on me before she walked out of the room, leaving the two of us alone. And that was when he approached me and I opened my arms for his embrace, missing him.I felt him trembling. His heartbeat hammered against mine. For several long seconds he simply held me, as if it was a reminder to him that I was alive.“I’m okay,” I whispered. “I am back, Nathan.”His grip tightened.“No,” he said, voice rough. “No, you’re not. You were out conscious for the past eight days, Mia.”A weak smile found my lips. “I’ll be okay, Nathan.” I
Nathan:The infirmary had become my home at this point.I barely remembered the last time I had slept in my own bed. And at this point, the nurses stopped trying to convince me to leave.They brought me coffee sometimes and quietly replaced the blanket draped over my shoulders when they found me asleep in the chair beside Mia.I looked at her now, fighting the urge to lean in and kiss her. Her face had regained some color, and the bruises around the wound were fading. If someone walked in without knowing what had happened, they would think she was simply sleeping. But this sleeping was becoming an endless battlefield for me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t help but find myself growing impatient, and angry…I reached for her hand and threaded my fingers through hers. It had become a habit over the past week, one I could not break. “I talked to Rosalyn today,” I said, because talking to her felt less like talking to myself when I said it aloud. “She made Brenda promise that t
Vladimir:Failure.The word echoed through my mind like a curse I could not wash away. She should have died when the bullet hit her, if not her, her best friend to make sure that she learned her lesson… but neither one of them was dead.I stared at my desk, knowing that it didn’t have her head on it, and I couldn’t help but frown as I knew and realized that she was not going anywhere. The fucking bitch was still alive. The paper crumpled in my fist until the edges bit into my skin. A low growl escaped my throat.“Impossible,” I said to the empty room. “How the fucking hell did this happen? How was this mistake made?”The shooter had been given clear instructions. One shot. One target. No mistakes. I had paid for precision and for silence. I had expected results. Instead I had a woman who would not die and an Alpha who had turned his pack inside out looking for answers.Every border was being monitored. Patrols had been doubled. Visitors were searched and questioned. Nathan Lockwood mo
Brenda:I was beginning to hate Elijah. Not because he kissed me. That was the problem. I did not hate that part at all. If anything, it was the one thing that I could find myself thinking about whenever I thought of him. I, however, hated everything that came after. Or rather, everything that did n
Mia:When Rosalyn woke up, the first thing she did was sit straight up in bed and announce, “I have an idea.”That should have worried me, because I knew my daughter, and anytime my three‑year‑old announced she had an idea, chaos usually followed. I looked at Nathan who was sleeping peacefully, bef
Nathan:The pack house was quiet. A rare thing these days. Most nights were filled with meetings, patrol reports, pack business, or worrying about whatever chaos Vladimir was planning next.Tonight wasn’t much different, but at least it was quiet and somehow, things have managed to settle to a point
Elijah:I should have gone back inside. That would have been the smart thing to do. The responsible thing. The thing Nathan would have expected from his Beta.Instead, I found myself walking beside Brenda through the quiet pack grounds, knowing the risk well enough with the full moon coming in soon







