23. Land

Moon’s pov

I didn’t remember much after my speech. All I hoped was that, I would hang on long enough for the rogues to leave. If they saw me collapse, it would ruin the speech.

“Well, you did say you would die for your pack.” Angela said.

“I didn’t mean, right then. Like after fighting some more people.” I replied jokingly.

I woke up in my tent, being covered by bandages and smelling like herbs. Tabitha had made us healing potions over the years, but I had never needed it until now. Usually my healing abilities were enough, but I was injured too badly.

When I saw Racheal being attacked by that feral wolf and almost losing, I told her to go back. She refused, telling me she could handle it. But I had already lost too many people in my life, I couldn’t loose her too.

That fucking feral bastard took advantage of that moment and bit into my neck. A few inches to the side and he would have ripped half my neck out.

I lay in my bed, feeling fucking exhausted. I wasn’t scared of someone