All Chapters of From Runt To Luna : Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

Back at the residence, the White Sea pack had so kindly provided for us, I lugged a drunk Clarke into bed.“Gosh, you are heavy,” I said with a groan as I dropped him on the bed.“I am n-not heavy.” He slurred, “I am light as a feather.”“Sure you are buddy.” I patted his shoulder, then made my way to the bathroom to wash off the scent of alcohol that clung to my clothes.I got out of my clothes and stood in front of the mirror that hung over the sink, my eyes darted across my torso, lingering slightly in the scar that ran diagonally down my chest, starting from my right shoulder to my left hip. It was not a scar I liked to look at as the memories it brought back were far too annoying for me to deal with. It wasn’t a macho male type of thing, I simply was not ready to handle everything that would come if I decided to unpack the emotions that the scar brewed up within me.I stepped into the shower and set the water temperature to high and I turned it on. Soon, steam started to fill the

CAMILLE’S POVNervous was not enough to describe how I was feeling. It felt like someone had me tied down with a bucket of rats over my stomach, lit the bucket on fire and the rats had no way to escape except through my stomach. Yeah, that was a better description than nervous. Mr. Vince was perusing the artwork that I had selected to display for the art fair.“These are all splendid, yes splendid works.” He smiled, “I don’t think I can pick just anyone, so why don’t we just display all of them?”“A- all of them?” I repeated, “I don’t know if they are all good enough to all be displayed. What if people don't like them?” My anxiety was showing again. That distinct fear that what I did was not enough, that I wasn't enough. It seemed so ridiculous really. I mean here was my teacher, assuring me that my work was great, that it was what people wanted to see. Yet I could not seem to quiet the voice at the back of my head telling me that I would never be enough, that nothing I did would eve

KILLIAN’S POVIt had been a year already. A year away from my pack, my home, but finally coming home.I watched through the window as the plane flew across the ocean. I never liked travelling. I detested it with a passion. Yet it was something I had to do repeatedly as an Alpha. It was an exhausting thing.“Penny for your thoughts?” Clarke said next to me, as he took a sip of his drink.I chuckled darkly, “You'd need more than a penny for the thoughts going through my mind.” I said in reply.“Ah, so dollar then.” He said with a chuckle.“Hmm. How hilarious.” I said dryly.“But really, though, Killian, what's bothering you. I can feel you thinking.” He said.“I'm worried about the state of things when we get back.” I admitted, “There have been attacks.”“Yes, by rogues and the warriors handled them before they did any real damage.”“I know that, but rogues never once dared to attack us, plus the reports they sent said they always ran away before any one of them could get seriously hurt