Lahat ng Kabanata ng Full Moon Curse: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

I wake up in the suv laid out flat on the back seat. I try to sit up, but my whole-body hurts. I’m even more glad that I have Hazel and Nick at this moment. What if I had tried to do this on my own? My babies would just be in the bassinet crying for who knows how long. I hear a shuffle up front and next thing I know Nick’s smiling down at me. “You did so good, Amy. Your babies are both fine and asleep. We’re just moving, not wanting to risk being found if your dad sensed them before we got the bracelets on them.” He says putting his hand on my head and moving my hair out of my face. “How are you feeling?” He asks, I cough a little and he goes back to the front seat, coming back with some water. After I drink practically the whole thing, I can finally speak again. My voice sounds hoarse though, “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. How long was I out?” I ask, his smile fades a little. “About a day and a half.” He answers. A day and a half! Hazel wasn’t wrong when sh

“Lulu table five!” My boss yells at me from across the bar, I sigh but make my way over. My new name, it never gets easier, but I have to change it any new place I go. I can’t risk anything. I’ve worked at six different bars over the years, never wanting to stay in one place for too long. The further I stay away from the pack the better, I can’t go back until I find everything I’m looking for. I’ve been living with humans, but it’s not hard to stay with them. With my necklace, that’s what I am essentially. I still think about my friends daily, but I know I did the right thing. Their lives are more important than my stability. I put on my pretend smile, that I’ve perfected over the years. “Hi, what can I get for you guys.” I say soft and slow looking them over, it’s wrong, but the more the guy thinks you’re into them the more money I can make in tips. Which is something I need right now. They both smirk at me, “Just two beers on draft, sweetie.” They say looking over my

I hear voices before my brain puts together what’s happening. “Mommy said the scary man is trying to find us, and these will protect us.” Griffon says happily. “Yeah, and they’re pretty.” Heather adds. Dallas laughs, “That they are, pumpkin.” I slowly open my eyes, not being frightened since I heard Dallas. Apparently, he’s still able to calm my soul. As soon as he sees me open my eyes, his get worried. “You okay?” He asks, looking me over. I sit up straighter and look outside the window. “Mommy! Uncle Dallas is taking us home!” Griffon exclaims, my eyes turn red. I turn to glare at Dallas, his face stoic, not giving me anything. “Stop the car, Dallas.” I say lowly, knowing he can hear me, but hopefully the children don’t. He looks over, his face looking like a child not getting their way. “No. I’m taking you guy’s home. If I need to, I’ll knock you out until we get there. I’m not kidding.” His face getting more and more serious as he speaks. My mouth drops at

I come back downstairs to a mess. Heather is running around playing tag with Walker, whose clearly won her over. And Cole has Griffon on the ground showing him how to get out of a headlock. While everybody else seems to be having the time of their lives watching them. I walk further into the kitchen to tell Amy about her appointment and she’s starting on dishes with her back turned to me. I move to help and gather the plates on the table, I see hers and there’s barely any food taken off the plate. I try to ignore this sinking feeling in my stomach, as I gather the rest of the dishes. After I throw away the food left on the plates and bag up the leftovers throwing them in the fridge, I go place the dishes next to her by the sink. She says thank you, but she won’t look up at me. “Hey.” I say as I pull her chin and force her to look at me. There are tears rolling silently down her cheeks, but she doesn’t attempt to move my hand. She won’t look me directly in the eye, but I ca

Liam takes me back to his house, where the kids jump on both of us, excitedly. We do our best to keep our mood from the kids, but we don’t do a good job. “Why are you both sad?” Griffon yells, looking accusingly between Liam and I, wrapped in my arms. We don’t speak, so Griffon’s eyes laser focus on me. “What’s wrong? What’d the doctor say? Is mommy hurt?” He turns asking Liam. I sigh, setting Griffon on the ground and bending down to his level. “Sweetie, mommy’s sick. They’re some things your dad and I need to discuss, and then we’ll tell you everything. Okay?” I say calmly, feeling anything but. I promised a long time ago I’d never hide anything from them. I may kiddy it up for them sometimes, but I don’t hide it. Griffon stares at me accusingly, but instead of answering he latches onto my neck. His scent instantly calming my never stopping brain, for a second. Then we’re interrupted when we hear a trailer pulling up, outside the house. Everyone looks to see who i