Secrets of the Luna

We did as he told us to right as the plane picked up speed. It had been a long time since we flew and my nerves were racking up. Each of my hands were white knuckling the arm rest and when the plane started angling upward, water filled my eyes. “Are you okay?” Stella looked over at me. I could feel her eyes on me, but I could see the clouds getting closer and closer. My body was frozen, I couldn’t respond or move at all. “Grace, you’re shaking.” Stella reached over and tried to hold my hand. Rubbing my arm up and down, she tried to soothe me. My mind was racing about all the ways we could die and there was nothing I could do about it. We could hit a bird. Lose an engine. A window could burst open and I would get sucked out like a rag doll. I would have almost ten minutes to think about dying as the earth got closer. “Is she okay?” I heard someone talk beside me. “No, I think she is having a panic attack!” Panic attack? Was I having a panic attack? Sure, I couldn’t breathe. My bo

“Thanks.” I said as he walked out and closed the door. The room was massive. King size bed with white silk sheets and a cream duvet. Beautiful white washed painted wood was used for all the furniture with a light grey walls. Exactly what I would expect from a place on the beach. The carpet was soft under my feet as I put my suitcase in my bed.It took me a few minutes to hang up my shirts and dresses and put my other clothes in the dresser drawers. There was a knock on my door as I put my bathroom stuff in the connecting bathroom. It was too white, but the grey marble was nice. Walking to the door, I opened it right as Stella was about to knock again. “You know my code.” I said. She was already in her bathing suit. She wore her yellow one with white dots and matching see-through cover. It looked like an oversized shirt. She had her beach bag packed and ready. “I know, but what if you were fucking Travis in here?” “HA!” That made me laugh. “Not my type.” Grabbing my suit, I went to

Putting my phone down, I got up to shower. The water stung a little, however; it felt good. I had just put on jean shorts and a Nirvana T-shirt when my door opened. “Are you close to being ready?” Stella asked. “Yeah, did you tell the guys our plan?” Picking up my phone, I read a message from Evan. Evan: they aren’t supposed to feel good. Me: thanks for the concern “Yeah, I just need to do my hair real quick.” I said to Stella as I tossed my phone down. It took me a few minutes to blow-dry it and apply a light layer of makeup. Overall, I was satisfied with my appearance. “Great! Let’s go. I’m ready for a drink!” Stella was wearing a short miniskirt and crop top. She looked like a model, but I was just happy I still had my leg. Grabbing my purse, we walked out and went to the elevator. Pushing in our code, we waited for it to get to us. The guys were waiting by the door in jeans and a t-shirt. “You girls take forever!” Kyle laughed. “I was drugged.” Was my excuse. We walked ou

However, I didn’t hear the elevator. The salad wasn’t cutting it. What I wanted were brownies. Putting my salad bowl in the sink, I began looking for the stuff I needed. I didn’t want to use a mix, so I pulled out all the ingredients. Turning the oven on to 375 degrees, I started mixing.“What are you cooking?” Travis walked through the doors. “SHIT, you scared the crap out of me. I swear, you guys walk around like ghost.” “Ghost don’t walk.” He smirked as he sat down at the bar on the opposite end. “Can’t sleep?” I asked as I mixed in the coco. “Nope. Today has been eventful.” “Tell me about it. I’m sorry if you are in trouble.” “It’s not your fault, and I’m not in trouble. He will probably push me harder, maybe throw in an extra punch, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. “ “We really didn’t start any of it. The guys threw a bottle that hit Stella.” Mixing the wet and the dry to get her was getting difficult. “Need help?” Travis asked, standing up. Sliding the bowl over to him,

“Yes, sir...” I said, unsure of what had just happened. Travis stood up, and I followed his lead.“Please shut the door.” Alpha John said as I left. “I guess go get dressed. I’ll pack breakfast.” Travis said. “I’m sorry you are in this position.” I said. I put my hand on his arm as Ethan came around the corner. His eyes locked on my hand. “Get changed.” He growled and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the elevator. Punching in the code, I ripped my arm out of his. “Get off me.” I growled back. The door opened, and he shoved me in. “The fuck is your problem?” I yelled when the doors shut. “Are you fucking Travis?” He pushed me against the wall. “Is that a serious question?” “Answer it!” “You would fucking feel it if I was, dumbass.” Shoving him away from me, the doors opened up. I ran down the hall and to my room. I knew he was following me, but I was pissed. I was able to slam my door shut, or maybe he just allowed me to, but either way, I was alone. How could the Moon Godd