Page 28 of My Only Luna

Amelia

I sigh heavily as Ilook at the woman who has ripped out strands of her own hair. She’s clawed open her sides too.

A mother’s guilt. Oh, how I can relate to it. I blink away the tears that threaten to fall, refusing to think about my own past. My own failure as a mother.

I brush my hands over her wounds.

“Jessica! Amelia, what happened to her?!” Jackson’s voice comes and I quickly wipe my eyes.

“She’s…” For once I don’t know what to say as Jackson scoops her up, panic in his eyes as he carries her to the bed.

“Get me the first aid kid!” he orders. “I felt her in physical pain.” He curses seeing her wounds.

I remain silent as he removes her top and bandages her up. I get a towel and a bowl of water to wipe her mouth and hands. I then silently head to the bathroom to clean up the sickness.

When I finish, I return to the bedroom, stopping when I see him sitting slumped over, holding her hand in his lap.

“I don’t understand,” he whispers. “Why would she harm herself? She hasn’t regressed like this in years.”

“Well, she put two and two together. It seems Zidane surely abused Scarlett, and she’s always been a little harder on Scarlett, thinking she had not suffered the same level of trauma asher and Indigo,” I explain, sighing heavily. “As a mother, it’s understandable.”

He’s silent, his heart thudding as we both fall quiet, simply looking at the woman on the bed. “I’m sure it is. You probably understand it more than I ever will,” he says quietly.

I remain silent. Oh, I truly do…

“Is that why you don’t like me, because of Jonah?”

My eyes widen as I look at the man whose words were barely spoken above a whisper, almost as if he didn’t want me to hear them. Guilt rushes through me and I shake my head even though he can’t see.

“Oh no, no, I could never blame you for Jonah. I was the one who said he had to go because you were needed here. It’s how the hierarchy works,” I say softly.

Sure, he could have become Alpha, but an alpha given a title, and a true alpha, are miles apart. My Jonah did his part. He died protecting his Alpha.

“Yet I anger you. Just the mere sight of me annoys you.”

I approach my nephew, who even sitting is not that much shorter than me. “I tease you because it makes you angry, and tell me, Jackson, when you are angry, what colour are your eyes when your wolf surfaces?”

He frowns slightly before his expression turns to one of shock. “Teal.” Understanding dawns in his eyes as they meet mine. “Jonah’s eyes were teal.”

I nod, smiling despite the sadness that surrounds me. “Yes, and in those moments when your anger pulls your wolf forward and your eyes turns teal, I see my Jonah in you.” I look away, this time unable to stop my eyes filling with tears.

“Am… Aunt… I’m sorry,” he says quietly as he stands, and to my surprise, wraps his arms around me tightly. “I know I’m not Jonah, but I am still your son, right? You are my mother’s sister. An aunt is also like a mother.”

“Yes, yes, she is.” I wrap my arms around him tightly, not sure why I told him, but at that moment, he looked near broken. I don’t want to see him like that again.

Never again, and most certainly not because of me.

“Well now, let’s not get so tearful. I think you need to speak to the children, don’t you think?” I ask, moving back and wiping my tears briskly.

He nods, looking down at me, my heart skipping a beat as I find myself looking into teal eyes. For the first time, they are not full of anger but warmth, understanding and sadness. A small smile on his face.

Just how my Jonah would have looked if he was alive today.

This Love between Us

Scarlett

“Elijah!” I hiss, wanting him to stop as he leads me through the packhouse hallways. I drag my feet, but he simply turns and lifts me bridal style, making my heart race, and carries me up the stairs. “Where are you taking me?”

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