Walk The Moon Talking Is Hard Novels & Stories

The moon hangs low, white and watchful. I press a hand to my cheek. It stings, but it’s not what hurts most. What hurts is realizing how long I allowed this — how many times I forgave, believed, hoped. I laugh once, quietly, because it’s almost funny. I used to think strength meant staying, fighting for love. Now I know it can also mean walking away with nothing left to prove. Behind me, the party has gone silent. The Luna has fallen. But the woman inside her — she’s finally waking up.

Taken aback when Celestine suddenly exclaimed. I smile, “The moon was bright, Celestine. It was a good opportunity for me to have a few walks…” “A few walks? Are you hearing yourself, little girl? With your condition right now, you can’t enjoy that walk you’re talking about.” She mockingly shot back. “Maybe it won’t hurt that much if you’ll carry me?” I joked around, and we both chuckled.

It felt easier to speak when the moon wasn’t watching. He gestured for me to sit, but I stayed standing for a moment, fingers twisting together as I gathered myself. “I came because I needed to tell you what last night was like,” I said. “Before it turns into something unspoken between us.” Dom leaned back against the counter, arms loose at his sides. He didn’t rush me. That alone steadied me. “The moon was bad,” I began. “Not dangerous, just… loud. The Luna in me was awake like it was that other night. She wanted you. Not gently either.”

The pack may gossip. Let them. The moon has spoken. And this time, I agree with her.

They are falling toward each other. ⸻ Later, when they’ve left the room and I’m alone with the guttering candles and the scrap of Veil-cloth, I allow myself one moment of honesty. Stormwalkers are supposed to be detached. Balanced. Observers. I am not. I walk to the open window, the night air cold on my face, and whisper to the unseen sky. “Moon,” I murmur, “you made a mess of this.” The clouds shift. No answer. I snort under my breath.

I begged, not wanting to believe that she hadn't felt it, felt that, that it was impossible for her to do so, why was she being so difficult to talk to? Pushing me off her, she sauntered past me, moseying down the path with the aid of the moonlight and I found myself wishing the moon hadn't shown that day, wishing that it would go dim and maybe she would want to be in my arms because this was too much for me to bear, my heart was being torn.

"-I try to talk to you and fail, and you walk away." "If I was going to walk away, I would have walked," Lincoln said simply. "I'm here. Right. Here." His arms braced me harder. "As for the no-talking thing, I think it's normal for you to have that fear. It makes sense to me. You literally just started talking again, and you're afraid that it's going to get ripped away from you, stolen." Just like my parents were. But I didn't voice that.

Considering Viviana's way of working things, I was two thousand percent sure that she would not sleep peacefully until she get her ass landed on a mattress in the Blood Wind Valley in front of that ‘talked about witch'. “You know Viviana. She would never like it if your fear of something would hold her back. And, it’s important for her. For you. Let her go. She needs to settle it down. She got this chance to find everything.” Moon said. His words made me question him. “You talk like you know more than I do? Open up.” I ordered. But then again, He was Moon. My wolf. The great Moon-wolf. Domineering and never liked being ordered.

Soon I will find out. I sighed and headed down to the kitchen. I was thirsty, so I gulped an entire bottle and headed back to my room. I was restless. I tried to sleep that night. But I wasn't feeling sleepy, so I got up from my bed and walked towards my window. The moon shone brightly in the night sky. It seems like she was alive and talking to me. The air was chill, but it comforted me from my worries. Yes. I was worried. But I couldn't able to understand the reason for my fear.

"Eleanor, Hannah got hurt because of you. She's been worried this whole time about coming between us. If it weren't for you, I would've been with her already to make up for everything I owe her. Isn't that enough for you?" The moment the words left his mouth, I stared at the man I'd grown up with. I refused to let my tears fall. Brandon seemed to realize what he had just said. "Eleanor… you've been throwing too many childish tantrums lately. Think about what you've done. We'll talk when you've calmed down." Then, he turned and hurried out. I covered my face as tears streamed through my fingers. 'Brandon, we have no future, not anymore.'