ARIA'S POVMoon rays filtered into the room through the blinds that did their best to shut most part of the lights out.It settled on his gaze that was fixed to my heavy eyes. Sometimes I wonder why he was always at my rescue and now I knew it…I could see it in his eyes. He had deep feelings for me.I blinked .Swallowed. Made a little noise to hide my breathlessness as he walked close to where I was .It was a mere touch from his fingers yet it sparked fire inside of me, a fire that even Scott had never thought of starting.Sometimes I imagine in my head he knew what his touch did to me, but he did it anyway because he wanted to.It was just a means of telling me he could set my soul on fire and watch it burn down in flaming passion.Either way that’s just what he knew it to mean, not necessarily what I believed, right? Still, I couldn’t help the strong weight from forming between my mind and heart. The two appeared to have two different views of things. This attraction burned, a

**ARIA'S POV**I and Tristan both stood up from the floor, and I crouched down to Carl's level.“What do you mean, Carl? I don't understand,”“I said there's a girl I like mom, right here in our pack, she's so beautiful mom and I like her a lot,” Carl replied, laying emphasis on the word 'a lot'“She's a good friend mom and I trust her a lot, I trust her so much,”“Enough!” I snapped, startling both Carl and Tristan.“You're still so little, and you're here talking about this!”“ Mom,” Carl called in surprise.I could see his bottom lip trembling already, and the tears were already gathering in his eyes. I've never scolded him like this before and I know he was hurt, but I still need to warm him and make him see things.“You can't be talking about trust Carl, you shouldn't trust anyone else apart from I, Tristan and yourself, do you understand!” I said sternly.“You're young, and you know nothing, so just listen to me and forget all this, do you hear me?”Carl pushed my hands away, an

Tristan's p.o.v.She sighed continuously and her eyes were liquid with regret. I understood her past trauma had a thing to do with this. It was messing her and everyone close up.“I didn't mean to go about it like this honestly.”I gently covered her hand with my mine. “I know you didn't.”“I always mess things up. I doubt if I've ever being goodluck to anyone or men naturally hate me.”I squeezed her palm softly. “I can't speak for others but I do not hate you.”She scoffed. “Scott hated me. It was probably something I did. Right now, I'm sure Carl hates me too and you're only putting up with me.” She sniffed.“Carl is too young to process an emotion as lethal as hate.” “Maybe. Could we go on with practice? Maybe it would tear my mind off this.”“You don't need a distraction right now. Is this how you intend to run away from all your problems.”“Running away has always done it for me.” She shrugged and cleaned her eyes with the palm of her free hand.“So what do we rather do. Story

**ARIA'S POV**"Let's begin!" Tristan said.I turned to face the side where the board has already been set, I raised up the gun and aimed it at the board. I took a deep breath in through my nose and let it out slowly; this was it. The moment that I would either have to hit something or get hit by something, and with every shot the chances of hitting something increases exponentially. With my aim steady on the board, I pulled the trigger, hitting the target."Awesome!" Tristan cheered.I screamed in excitement."Did you see that? I did it Tristan, I did it!" I laughed."You did well Aria, you did well, now try getting a few more shots," Tristan said and I nodded.I practiced using the gun again and I kept on hitting the target and when I've had enough, I stopped.I ran to Tristan and I hugged him in excitement.I suddenly realized what I've done and I broke the embrace.I cleared my throat in embarrassment "I'm sorry,""It's fine, you don't have to apologize," Tristan replied.He went

CRYSTAL POV I was shocked into numb silence, my heart raced and was aching, I could feel the heat rise to my throat, and the burning desire to bury my face in my hands and cry so hard urged me. But I had to put myself together, I wouldn’t let them see me fall apart, not now, not ever. What will become of a Luna with no child… It's been years! Their words kept echoing in my head… rewinding over and over and over again, with their croaky voices, and old grumbles that stabbed through my heart like a silver arrow. Ridiculous… she’s cursed… she can’t even bear a child, a son is overrated. Everything they were saying became inaudible, and I could only hear my own heartbeat pounding endlessly in my chest. I looked at the elders of the pack around the room, all taunting me, it made me feel sick. I felt dizzy and couldn’t stand the torture any more. “That’s enough!” Scott yelled, shutting them up angrily, he grimaced, then met my gaze. And his eyes were apologetic. Looking at m