All Chapters of Cursed Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Rebecca Unable to fall asleep, I tossed and turned on the now-uncomfortable bed. I was too preoccupied with what was going on outside my door to truly think about it. whispers that are toned down and voices that murmur softly. I was too interested on myself. I was meant to be sleeping. I made an effort to ignore everything and fall asleep, but I kept waking up under the thick cover, my body hurting like blunt battle scars—scars I had acquired in the dark and mists, not on the battlefield. I initially believed that the voices were a dream. Considering that I made it through the orb pool, I didn't rule out playing pranks on me. However, the sound of hurried footsteps dashing past my chamber was followed by a sharper voice that broke the momentary silence. The voice was low and agitated. Something was going on. It was beyond question. My body screamed in protest as I tried to sit up by shifting. Shivers ran down my spine as I remembered my mother's comments from the silver-

Rebecca The air in the morning was different. Softer, cooler, as if the entire universe had changed in a single day. I allowed the wind to caress my skin as I stood by the open balcony. I had survived the attack in the orb pool, received a revelation from both Kai and my mother, and discovered that I was the "key" and potential savior of the pack in less than two days, which was, in my experience at least, more than a week in the real world. Everything was very overwhelming. I had hurried out of the council room yesterday. I needed some alone time to take in everything that had transpired. There was tension in the air as John brought me to my door without saying a word. There were still a lot of unanswered questions after yet another occurrence. His pledge to protect me, the concern in his eyes when he looked at me, and the way he had defended me in the council rooms. Everything was very unclear. What was going on between us? I felt as though there was a change be

Rebecca It was cold and dark in my chamber. I finally let my shoulders drop as I leaned against the door and closed it behind me. Why was this what it always came down to? Fighting and keeping quiet about things until they became like wounds I sat looking at my hands blankly from the edge of my bed. As a reminder of what had transpired earlier, the dim silver light continued to shine beneath my skin. It ought to have been hopeful. Rather, it seemed like yet another secret I was unable to divulge. Not quite yet. Not until I knew it completely myself. I didn't have it under control, and if anyone else found out, it would feel like nothing more than naive hope. I was unable to predict their response. After what had transpired in the council chamber, I already had eyes on me. More attention was the last thing I wanted, especially when I was unable to respond to their unavoidable inquiries. John will only become more anxious, thus, it would be best to hide it from him.

Rebecca "Trainer?" I pretended to be unaware as I spoke. Long after he had moved away, the ghost of his hand continued to hover around my waist, causing the air between us to still buzz from his contact. "We still have several training sessions that have not yet started, in case you forget." With his arms folded across his chest, he spoke. I forced my breath to settle and swallowed hard. "I don't need a trainer—not you, in particular." I spoke, a little harsher than I meant to. Right now, I felt like putting John in danger, which was the last thing I wanted to do. A ticking time bomb in motion. I didn't want to endanger anyone, and I wasn't yet able to handle my newfound abilities. John didn't even bat an eye. He didn't, of course. He just looked at me, his face composed and in control, but his eyes—oh, his eyes—betrayed him. They penetrated my spirit with a depth that words could not describe. The kind of intensity that caused my heart to twist and my skin to p

Last night, John had a difficult time falling asleep. Reluctantly, and feeling frustrated in many ways, I left Rebecca.Every sound in the quiet night reminded me of her, including the way her breath had caught when I drew in close, the obstinate set of her jaw when she faced me down,and the way she said, "I don't hate you." I had spent hours pacing the length of my chambers like a caged beast.The recollection was simultaneously balm and poison.I was so perplexed that I couldn't tell if my feelings for her were only lust. Hearing her say those words validated something I was afraid to confirm, and I wanted more. emotions I shouldn't be experiencing.I could keep telling myself that it was only part of our agreement that made me feel the intense urge to keep her safe.Even though I knew differently, my obstinate side refused to accept it. I remembered the way my father had been treated by my stepmother.To be duped or betrayed by a woman was the last thing I needed.However, I could