All Chapters of Wolfless Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DamienI could feel my heart in my throat as I turned away from Marcus and Freya, looking back at the beast I’d just slain, my stomach in knots. I’d already seen poor Ava-one of Evelyn’s maids—as I’d crept up from behind. And the very thought that it almost happened to Freya really messed with my head.Seeing that creature, that…wolf… thing going after Freya had made my protective instincts go into hyper mode. The cut may have been clean, but my instinct when I smelled her in the air, the fear coming off her, wasn’t just to dispatch Evelyn’s newest experiment… but to beat it to death.I’ll have to deal with Evelyn’s creature later, I thought to myself as I walked inside towards Freya's room, breaking into a run. I knew she was alive, but was she truly okay?My mind was racing even as I opened the door, and before thinking, I blurted out:“Have you lost your damn mind, Freya?!”Marcus looked at me curiously, and Freya’s face red and chapped, no doubt from crying, her arms firmly grippi

Blake I’d tossed and turned all night that night, my mind wandering back to the woman I’d caught a glimpse of in the foyer. From what I had seen, it had been like looking at a mirror image of Raven—from her green eyes to her auburn locks— and to be honest, it had been very jarring. So much so in fact I almost called out to her as if I’d of asked Raven what she was doing playing around in a nurse’s outfit.Is this where the missing sister that Raven refuses to discuss anymore has run off to? I asked myself as the sun started to peek through the windows. It had been weeks of Raven being off her game after her sister’s escape. Her moods had become quite unpredictable, and it wasn’t uncommon to find her crying in her room, only for her to quickly stop when she’d seen me watching her.Her mother acted much the same way. Her once consistently made-up face bare of makeup, with tear-stained cheeks. She constantly acted distracted, but despite her obvious distress, she’d always kept a smile o

Freya “Do you really have to follow me everywhere?” I asked Marcus, frankly a bit annoyed that once again he was tagging along. Normally it wouldn’t be such a big deal, but I felt like a baby being babysat, and I wanted to make a good impression on the royal nurses at the clinic.“Listen, I just go where I’m told little lady,” Marcus said with a shrug as he took an apple out of his pocket, wiped it on his shirt, and then bit into it.“Don’t you think it will look a bit awkward that I’m the only nurse there with a bodyguard?” I asked. “It’s not like Helena or whoever else is going to be there.”“You never know,” Marcus replied. “Besides, the prince asked me to do it, and that’s enough for me. Do you want me to get in trouble?”“No, of course not,” I groaned. “I just—““—I get it, I’m cramping your style,” Marcus teased, and I let out a heavy sigh.“No, that’s not it at all,” I insisted. “I just don’t want them to think I’m incapable of doing my job.”“You’re the nurse of the prince wh

Damien “Your majesty?” Marcus called out as I practiced sword work on a practice dummy. My brother Nicholas had sparred with me earlier and gotten me pretty good, but my other brothers and cousin always seemed ‘far too busy to spar’.It honestly stung, because I deep down I knew that they really weren’t doing much of anything according to my father. So it just meant that they didn’t want to be around me, and my guess was that it was thanks to that evil bitch Evelyn.The source of all my pain.“Yeah?” I asked as I lifted the longsword, and the blade of it came down crashing on the dummy’s shoulder.“I have some interesting intel I’d like to share,” Marcus said as he shut the door behind him.“It’s that serious?” I asked as I turned around and saw the look on Marcus’s face.“Freya is Leopold’s lost daughter,” Marcus said, and I threw the long sword into the hay next to the dummy. “The one that short bolo was out on that mysteriously stopped short without finding her.”“She’s what?” I a

Freya It had been days since I had rebuffed the prince’s advances, and things had become rather frigid between the Prince and I. Every time he saw me, his face would turn crimson, and his ways had gone back to a very formal tone, which had both simultaneously left me feeling a bit heartbroken and relieved.It made my job easier, sure. Few words spoken, getting right down to work and getting out of there. However, a part of me had really begun to miss the closeness and friendship that had started to seep in before he’d come at me all horned up. Hell, I even found myself replaying that kiss in my head at night when I was alone. But I knew deep down keeping it professional was in the best interest of everyone, even if it sucked.Marcus still hovered around me, and we’d become some sort of friends I suppose…It just wasn’t the same. There was no spark like there was with Lucy, and there certainly was no fire like there had been with Damien. We’d Just been two employees who were making the