Luna's POV. Going to the Dark-wood house was one of my fears as an Omega in a pack filled with werewolves higher than me. And yes, it was called Dark-wood because it was filled with hatred and Dark-woods. It was a house occupied mainly by Beta's, Gammas and Deltas. Not to speak of witches and vampires that kept on threatening the peace of we Omegas. They were known for being the bully of the town and no matter what , as an Omega going into their house, into their dark territory… You would surely come out either without a wolf or in pain and sorrows, so I have heard so I tried my best to avoid going there till date. "How will I survive going there when it's still just dawn?" I thought to myself, my eyes quivering in fear of the unknown. My mom just didn't want me anywhere at home and I knew it. But one thing I couldn't understand was the reason why she needed me to go over to the Dark-wood territory because of her belongings. 'Why didn't she just go herself?' I folded my hands

Why Are They Here? Luna's POV. I found myself standing in the depths of the Dark-wood, engulfed by a sense of confusion and uncertainty. My purpose in the Dark-wood eluded me, leaving me to wander aimlessly, devoid of any clue or hint of what I was even searching for. It was as if I was fumbling through the darkness, desperately hoping to stumble upon a flicker of guidance. The task at hand was to retrieve my mother's belongings from this foreboding realm, a request that came from her directly. Yet, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that perhaps she wasn't truly my mother. Doubts would often creep into my mind, causing me to question the authenticity of our bond. My father had assured me countless times that she was indeed my birth mother, and I had always taken his word without hesitation. However, there were moments when her actions and demeanour seemed strange, even distant, casting a shadow of doubt upon her motherhood identity. As I trudged through the Dark-wood t

Luna's POV."You are coming with us now, Luna.!" Bryan insisted, his voice filled with seriousness. His face was serious too, with no trace of humor. I could tell he meant business."But I can't! My parents won't let me go. I can't just wake up one morning and decide to go on a school trip!" I protested, even though I was lying. The truth was, I didn't want to go. Not after what Bryan had done to me.And not after what Blake had done in my class. He made me fall to the ground, and everyone saw me as a fool. I felt so embarrassed and hurt. My heart sank, and I couldn't imagine going on a trip with them.I quickly turned to look at Bryan, and oh boy, I wish I hadn't seen him standing there in my house. He acted like he was trapped in a dark, gloomy dungeon, and it made me feel uneasy."Well, Luna, if you insist," Bryan said with a sigh. "Why don't I go and ask your parents?"Before I could object or say no, Bryan started yelling at the top of his voice, and it wasn't fair at all."M

Blake's POV.I swear, I had every intention of minding my own business, like seriously, I really did!. I didn't plan on saying anything to Dacy because, man, I already had so much going on in my life. But what was I supposed to do when she just wouldn't leave me alone or give me a moment of peace?I mean, come on! She was on my case like I was her annoying little brother hanging around the house. It was driving me crazy! And then she had to go and ask me that question that just set me off."Hey, Blake, what do you think about my outfit? Don't you like it or something? You haven't even looked at me since we got in the car! Ever since we left the house!" She whined, her voice dripping with anger and frustration. And trust me, it seriously disgusted me."Come on, just give me a quick look, even if it's just for a second. I need to know what you think about this!" She pleaded, her right hand suddenly reaching over to touch my arm as I was driving, and man, I hated that."You look nic

"Did You Just Yell At Me?"Blake's POV.Minutes turned into what felt like hours as I stood beneath the cascading water, desperately trying to rid myself of her scent that clung to every pore of my body. I scrubbed relentlessly, my hands moving with a ferocity fueled by my intense emotions. The friction between my skin and the loofah felt like a battle, as if I was trying to scrub away the memory of her from my very existence.The water turned cold as time slipped away, but I refused to relent. I scrubbed harder, as if hoping to peel away not just the physical residue but also the emotional weight that she had burdened me with. It was as if I needed to scour away the remnants of her touch, her presence, and the hold she had over my mind.Exhaustion began to settle in, both physically and emotionally. My skin felt raw and sensitive, the toll of my fervent scrubbing evident. I leaned against the bathtub, my mind racing with a million thoughts. And then, an idea sparked within me,