Page 19 of My Only Luna

Two days have passed sinceScarlett’s heat ended. She spent the day after recovering, spending most of it by sleeping. I didn’t leave her side, and she didn’t say anything about me staying either, too tired and drained from the torture of her heat. But last night, she told me to leave.

It hurt, but I didn’t push it, telling her I was there if she needed me. What more could I have done?

I’ve barely seen Dad, but I do know he’s pissed at me for ruining his “perfect family”. If only he could see it wasn’t perfect, so much was hidden. Everyone has their demons. When were we truly honest with one another? Without everyone just assuming everything was great?

I look in the mirror as I pull on a top, before grabbing my phone just in case Candace messages. So far there’s not been much from her. With everything that’s happened, I’m worried about them, knowing we couldn’t do anything until Scarlett’s heat was over. It might be Scarlett’s pack, but they’re equally my responsibility.

El?

Aaron. What is it?

The results are in. You wanted to see them first, so come down when you can.

I can already sense the tension in his voice. What happened with Hank is troubling all of us. Liam and Aaron have been equally worried.

I glance at the bathroom door, wanting to speak to her before I head out.

I’ll be there soon. I just got to let Scarlett know what’s going on…

Sure thing. She’ll get through this. She’s a damn fighter,Aaron replies. I nod, although he can’t see.

Yeah, she is.

I need to be the one to tell her about the whole situation with Hank. The Elders, including Hank’s father, are demanding answers, and although rumours are rife that Scarlett killed him, nothing has been confirmed openly. I walk through the bathroom and knock lightly on the door to her room. I can hear her moving around the bedroom, hearing her stop when I knock.

“Red… can I have a word, please?” I ask softly.

“Sure, I’m getting dressed. I can hear you,” she replies. I close my eyes, resting my forehead against the door.

“I just wanted to talk about Hank. We’re having a meeting today. I need to know everything… please?”

“I’d need to be there, right?”

“Yeah, but only if you’re up to it. It doesn’t need to be today. We could-”

“I’ll see you there then. After all, I killed someone, no point in wasting any more time.”

Fuck, I need to talk to her face-to-face.

“Please open the door, Red.” This time it’s a command. “This is serious, and as the one heading this, I need you to talk to me.” A moment of silence follows before I hear her sigh.

“It’s open,” she says quietly.

I open the door and step inside. She is dressed in a pair of black pants with a black boat neck and a long-sleeved top. She turns and looks at me, a mask of indifference set on her beautifulface. I close the distance between us, feeling a sting of pain when she steps back, avoiding my gaze.

“Do you want to tell me what happened so I can speak on your behalf at the meeting?” I ask softly.

“No need. I think I’ll just speak there in front of everyone myself because I don’t regret killing him. Not one bit. He deserved it.” Her eyes turn silver as she looks at me coldly.

“Alright then, if that’s what you want. We… had a medical exam done on him. I’ll be getting the results for that today. I’m going to head there now.”

She tenses, and my stomach twists, seeing the way her face pales. A flash of pain contorting her face.

What did he do to her?

I close the gap between us and pull her into my arms, not caring if she gets pissed at me. I hug her tightly, burying my nose in her neck. My heart is thudding and so is hers.

We’re both fucking hurting, but I wish she wasn’t. After a moment, she slowly leans into me, as if not wanting to but unable to fight this, because, no matter how stubborn she is, she cares for me. I know that. She inhales deeply and her heartbeat steadies a little.

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