บททั้งหมดของ Once Upon A Luna: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Rose   Days turned into weeks, we still had no new information on Mister Clay, and I still hadn't been brave enough to go back to the ethereal realm.  I wanted answers, of course, but I always chickened out anytime I had decided to see Selene.  Who was this new blessed wolf?  Were there others?   A couple of times, I thought about trying to trigger a premonition about this new blessed wolf.  I knew it wouldn't work, not unless our paths were weaved together in some fashion.  Since the demise of the Fallen Moon rogues, that was one thing I had figured out.  All of my premonitions around that time were tied to me in some way.   The fire, Pru getting kidnapped, Leto getting marked by Hades, going inside the map to see the church camp, and even Iris

Rose Orion's nose scrunched up in a sour look as he pushed the edge of the envelope down to look at it. "What does she want?" "I have no idea. To find that out would require me to open it." I sighed as I dropped it into my lap and finished sorting the last mail pieces into their respective piles. "Well, open it." Orion pushed, but I didn't really want to open it; not yet as least. "I'll take Alastor's mail up to his office." I ignored Orion's furrowed brows. As I stood up, I handed Orion his mail and pressed a kiss on his cheek. I tucked Lorraine's letter in the band of workout leggings and scooped up Alastor's mail. "Rose, open it," Orion called after me, not in a commanding tone, more of a concerned way. "Not right now, okay?" I smiled at him as I climbed the stairs. I rarely came upstairs in the packhouse; it felt lonelier than the first floor. It was probably best that Harriet and Alastor were up here by themselves most of the time

Rose Alastor's words from last night lingered in my mind all the next day. No matter what I did or where I went, they were there. I would have never guessed out of all people, Alastor's voice would be the one that would haunt me. The worst part was that they were technically my words, and he was using them against me. I never realized that my words had stuck with him after all this time. Then again, I never really knew what was going on in Alastor's mind. I sat on my bed, sucking on the inside of my cheek as I stared at my bedside table. My thoughts drifted to the last day I saw Lorraine. It was eight years when she declared she wanted to go out and see the world. She was twenty-two and sick of waiting to meet her mate. She had gotten special permission from Alpha Dane to leave the territory for an extended amount of time. If I had known that was the last time I would live with her or see her; maybe we would have treated each other differently.

Orion How many more times could I answer this phone and answer the same questions? Part of me wanted to kill Damian. It was his fault that Clementine felt comfortable enough to waste my time. Before I found Rose, I never involved myself with pack members. If I wanted some fun, I would drive a good hour or two away and find someone who had no connections to my pack. When you mix business with pleasure, it gets messy. Messy for you and the others around you. I have to keep reminding myself that I am Clementine's Alpha, and I cannot rip her head off, but if my phone rings one more time, I will tell her off. After this hell of a day, I would be talking to Damian regardless if his lovesick leech called again. I shouldn't have to babysit a grown woman. I always go out of my way to be there for my pack members whenever they need me. Until today I had never had someone so blatantly ignore the fact that the pack doesn't revolve around them. It's days like this

RoseIn the early hours of the morning, we left Black Moon. The sun had barely wakened up; only random lazy beams of light were lit our way. I had a weird feeling as I climbed into the front seat of Orion's SUV. I couldn't put my finger on it—something in between saddened and afraid. I think leaving my pack caused the melancholy, but the unknown ignited the fear.***Good luck, Rosebud. Give Lorraine a hug from me and tell her to write me more.*** My mom's words were the last mind link I received as we rolled out of our territory.My mom wanted to come with us, but it wasn't safe since we didn't know what was happening. She just wanted to see her eldest daughter again. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a tiny seed of jealousy rooting in my heart. I couldn't blame my mom; part of me knew that I was blessed in a sense. I had my parents all to myself. They were with me, in my pack, just minutes down the road. If I needed anything, they were just a mind