I look down at the situation I was in. I was on top of Jane, both of us were naked. A sharp dagger was fixated on her neck that was now with a little slit, dripping with blood.The Griffin’s dead and I’m being rash because of the wolfsbane. Logan is here.Logan is here!“Logan—” I was about to run towards him when his eyes shifted from its deep Teal to the glowing Maroon, and before I knew it, his hand was on my neck, fury boiling in his eyes. My feet slowly left the warmth of the ground as he lifted me up, his hand tight on my throat, strangling harder with each passing minute. I tried to catch my breath, yet before I could, I was instantly thrown back to the ground.“No one can hurt my mate.” Logan growled. His wolf was resurfacing and he was resurfacing in fast. I cough the missing breaths out, catching up with my burning lungs. “L-logan?” I called out, my voice unstable and hoarse. Where is he going? Why isn’t he helping me? Breathing seemed like a luxury as I felt the wolfsban

“What the fuck are you saying?” Logan was burning with anger as he stood right in front of me. I crossed my arms. “I don’t think I said anything wrong.” I nonchalantly reply. It was true, she’s going to be the Luna soon.“You know fully well that you’re the only Luna of this pack.” He seethed, his jaw clenching as he glowered down at me. “Logan, we can’t do anything now that the Elders have announced her victory at the Luna Game. After all, that was held to determine who’s worthy of this position.” I massaged the bridge of my nose, feeling exhausted at this debate. “N-no, I’ll find a way to change this decision. They can’t take this away from you.” He paced around, running his hand through his locks in frustration.“Afterall, why did you even shift in the first place, this would have been less of a trouble if you simply—” “I’m more than willing to give up on this position.” I cut him off, leaning behind the door. “What?” He stopped walking around and turned to face me, his eyes gli

I could hear my heart pounding beneath my chest. A knot was forming in my stomach, as though tightening everything up. “G-George, I—” I slowly stood up from my chair, my hand trembling anxious.“It’s fine, Morana.” He replied calmly before pulling Jane up as her blood continued to drip down her sleeves and into the floor. No, no . . . Call me with that nickname again. That’s how you always call me, George.I look back at Jane, still clutching her arm. Where did she find herself to have a wound like that in the woods? There wasn’t that much hazard in that place. I know because I should have been the only person to know that spot. They both stood up, heading over to the door. “Let’s get you treated, Jane.” Was the last thing one of my best friends said before the door slammed closed. The silence lingered in the air, almost choking Me with its insufferable presence. George, for the first time, looked at me with disappointment in his eyes.as though he could not believe I was able to d

“W-what do you mean?” One of them pulled my trembling hand down, clutching onto it in a calming gesture. I look down to my friend. Her eyes searched mine, the tension in the room rose with my very own anticipation as to why they’re not acting like I thought they should be: hating me.They should be hating me right now due to whatever Jane has told them while I was away, and yet they’re holding my hand, looking at me with a worried expression.“Are you okay, Morana?” I turn to my other friend, sitting on another couch. My ragged breaths gradually made its way into a calmer and slower pace. My knees gave in. I sank back to the cushion placing my elbows on each side of my knees as I tried to take hold of my sanity.Jane’s arrival — no, Jane herself is slowly turning me insane.“W-what did she say to all of you?” I asked, turning to the three of them with bloodshot eyes. They all looked at each other and shared a knowing look before muttering. They look dubious of what they are about to s

“Stress is like a revolving door. Just when you think you’ve escaped, another wave comes crashing in.” I haven’t found that statement of my dad so agreeable until now. For three days after the racking episode of “how to kill Morana Everette through an invisible three degree burn”; I was cooped up in my bed, basically surviving and regenerating the wilted strength the fire has left me with.Much to my expectations, Neither Logan nor any sight of Jane knocked on my door for the last seventy-two hours to bother visiting and give me at least an apology bouquet that would make up for the shit they’ve put me through.Not that it would have earned them my forgiveness.I don’t think I’d ever feel something other than disappointment for the two of them anymore. The only resentment left in me is channelized towards the Moon Goddess for this sick love triangle she’s put me through.If it wasn’t meant to be in the first place, why would she even let Logan and I have it for three years straight?