Page 139 of Unforgivable

Lyri

Thjis tips back his beer, cuddling me close under the blanket as we stare up at the sky.

"I still feel like she's looking down on me, plotting how to ruin my life," I tell him.

"I used to think the same thing, baby. Then, my mother told me to stop being so self-centered. The Moon goddess gives us a direction, and we choose to follow or not."

"So I'm selfish?" I ask him with a gentle nudge to his side.

"Hardly," he mumbles. "Another elder I spoke with told me that fate isn't necessarily what we expect it to be. Yet another told me that fate is a cruel bitch, but trust in the goddess."

"You spoke with a lot of wise wolves. Contradictory wolves, but wise."

He smirks, "they spoke at me, baby, not with me. It took me a long time to understand that my life wasn't forever fucked because of the decision that someone else made."

I snuggle deeper into his chest and watch the stars, ignoring the full, round moon hovering nearby. After a while, I notice Thjis staring off into the distance, a smirk on his face.

I look up, following the direction of his gaze. Over the treetops, I can see a faint glow. The sky above the light is pitch dark.

"What are you looking at, Bear?"

"The Jensen's house is on fire."

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Thjis

I tighten my arms around her as she tries to sit up, aghast at the idea of someone's home burning down.

"Shh, don't worry about it. Place was a shithole."

"There are young females-"

"Safe with Ezra's grandparents," I interrupt her gently.

"Oh," she slowly eases back down into my lap. "Should I ask you how you know all of this?"

"When you were in the clinic, I paid a visit to the Jensen place. Carm and I wanted to see if we could scare up Cal."

"Did you find him?"

I growl lowly, "no, apparently the fucker's been hiding somewhere for that last few weeks. Probably since Brian and Yule disappeared."

I only realize how stupid I am after I speak. Open mouth, insert foot.

"Cal Jensen is still out there," Lyri says, slowly. "And... Brian and Yule are gone?"

Hazel eyes spear into me. I can see the persuasiveness in her. Her she-wolf is eyeballing me something fierce.

"Yes, my Luna," I murmur, the title rolling off my tongue with ease.

"How are all of these wolves missing?" she asks me, suspicious.

I try, I really do, to lie to her. "I don't know?" I say as blandly as possible.

She examines me. I resist the urge to fidget like a schoolpup.

"You're lying to me, Bear. What happened to them?"

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