Chapter 30
Heavens, I needed this. No, I’ve dreamed of this, Running in wolf form along a beautiful river with
the moon still hung in the sky, speaking life into my very soul. I can’t recall thest time I ever
enjoyed my wolf’s form in this manner. I was always too weak to let her out more than once or twice
a year and that was only IF I could get her toe out.
For most wolves, they would go crazy, driving their human to the brink of insanity, but my wolf was
always so far out of reach. It’s not since moving to Merikh’s that we are strong enough to handle a
shift onmand. Not since being away from my old pack and the poison. I am sure she was
putting in my food.
I trot to the edge of the water, peeking at the mirror–like surface and checking out my healthy coat
of dark gray fur. It looks almost iridescent in the bright moonlight and I spin, giving myself a full look
before a sense of pride settles deep in my stomach. I’m perfect in wolf form.
I’m no longer small or malnourished. Just a happy, healthy, average wolf recharging under the full
moon, Except I’m not average, I’m a Luna. And not just any Luna, but the Lycan Luna. Not that I
feel like one in the slightest.
“I’d love to know what you’re thinking right now,” someone says. I spin and growl, watching as
Caspian saunters toward me, his hands in his pockets as he assesses me with a glint of familiarity.
He tosses a bag at me and I catch it in my mouth, tilting my head to see what he wants.
“Shift back and take a walk with me.” he says, turning his back to me.
After a moment of watching him curiously, he clears his throat and I decide maybe I can use this
opportunity to do what Merikh has failed to do all this time. Win Caspian over in friendship. 1 shift
into my human form, quickly pulling out the garments inside and slipping into the softest yoga pants
and sweatshirt I have ever touched.
“What did you want to talk about?” I ask him, as I slip the now empty bag over my shoulder.
Capsian turns to look at me, his hands in his pockets once more as he nods to his side, showing I
should walk with him.
“Come.” He says softly, but I hesitate thinking about Merikh’s warning of not being able to trust
anyone. Then again, Percy is in the shadows so maybe it will be fine.
“I am not sure my mate will like this very much. I tell him and he chuckles sofily
lesire to w
“He knows you are in no danger with me. I have no desire to whisk you away from him and you
pose no immediate threat to my wellbeing, which would lead to me needing to kill you. I assure
you, Letty…is it?”
“Yes, Letty.” I say, smiling to myself. I don’t really know why being called Letty sets my heart a
ze. Maybe it’s because it signifies a new me. A stronger, braver version, one worthy of leading
and being here just like anyone else. Either way, I can’t help but feel pride in the new me and new
name.
“Well, Letty, I assure you I have only good intentions. I only wish to know you more.” He smiles and
I skeptically move to his side.
We walk in awkward silence for a short time, the two of us absorbing the beautiful scenery. The air
is still, and the full moon’s light reflects off the ssy water, illuminating the night life around us. I
can see little orbs of yellow and I swallow, fear creeping into my chest, remembering the green orb
that destroyed my heart with the intense realistic dream it–wove in my mind.
-Why are you stopping?” Caspian asks, looking around. I shake my head, my throat tight, and that
feeling of watching my mom be ripped from the world in front of me resurfaces as I breathe roughly.
“Letty…” his voice sounds distant, and it feels like I am being sucked back in.
His hand touches my bicep and I jump back, inhaling sharply before I pull myself back from the
cowering I was doing internally. No. I will not be that girl. The one with trauma so crippling I can not
enjoy the night. I refuse to let them take anything else from me. Fate has already done a good
enough job of making my life painful. I am so damn sick of pain.
“Forgive me,” I release a breath, my hand to my chest as I try to force my heart to calm itself.
“There is no need to apologize. Are you okay? Did something spook you? I promise you are safe,”
He tries to reassure me
and frown
There is no way of knowing if I can actually trust Caspian. If I should tell him about the attacks that
have been happening. Would exining it all do anything to break away at his ice heart?
Then I remember, he won’t do anything about it since we are not members of this council yet, but
surely mentioning how someone is targeting me will show him how important us being on the
council is. How much we, as a species, need their protection?
“I…I was recently attacked. Several times, actually, and I am working through those moments.” I
say, giving hin a tight smile. “Some things seem to trigger those memories”
“Ah, yes. I heard of your ident.” He gives me a sad look, like he wishes he could apologize or
offer me some sort of condolences. But that would be acknowledging me. That we belong under
the umbre of safety with the other species and he can’t do that. Not yet.
“Oh, the ident is the least of my worries.” I smile. “I struggle with the dream weavers and what
they ced in my head. Those are new to me, someone ying in my mind, changing what little
memories I have of my dead loved ones to nightmares.” The moment I start speaking, I find my
anger grows.
Speaking of this out loud…it’s not just painful, but a startling truth that whoever was doing this isn’t
just trying to scare me. they are trying to scar me. Make me bitter and angry.
Anger is easier to manipte and control. Anger makes a person predictable, yet unstable. You
know how to make them react, and when they react, the only thing you don’t know is how. And
that’s what they want from me. A reaction.
“Dream weavers…” He asks, and I look up at him to see his furrowed brow
“Ever have one y with your mind?” I ask and he shakes his head no. “Count your lucky stars.
You have your protection.”
“Is it that bad?” He asks, curious.
I scoff out a dryugh. If only he had even a semnce of understanding of what these other
species can do, what it feels. like to be on the receiving end. Then he might not wish to keep us all
out. He might let us into the council and spare my people what these other monsters have nned
for us for the sake of some fun.
“I have very few memories of my mother.” I say with a heavy sigh, walking a little ahead of him.
“The ones I do have aren’t, happy or sweet. They are sad. But the dream weavers entered my
mind, toying with my memories, distorting them so that thosest few moments I have with her in
my head are of her death. A death I know I did not witness,”
“How do you know that is not the truth?” he asks, arching a brow.
I tilt my head, truly understanding how much he doesn’t know about the other species. How can he
be the king when he doesn’t know what these monsters are capable of? How they act and treat
those they deem lesser than then in the name of fun.
“There are ways to determine what is real.” I say, “But that doesn’t erase the jagged point of a spear
breaking through my mother’s chest covered in her blood while she mes me for her death. No
matter how easily I can determine it was false, that image lives there. That moment I had with her
shattered in my heart and in my mind forever because someone wanted to lure me away from my
home, away from the safety of my mate.”
“Why are you so sure they don’t want to save you?” he asks with furrowed brows. His silver streaks
in his hair look so much more defined when he stands in the moonlight, his chin jutted out the side
in serious thought.
“You don’t save someone by trying to hurt them.”
“You were not injured, were you?” he asks, sounding genuinely concerned.
“That time no, but I was injured the first time. They crashed into our vehicles and dragged me out
by my broken leg. My femur was shattered and the only person who was there to help me was
Merikh. He was ready to die to protect me, to bring me home.”
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“I hate to say this, but there are many who do not like
of like your mate, Letty,” he frowns and I hark out augh.
“He is abrasive. But he is loyal to his own downfall. Merikh is broken, but he is trying. We all are,
and it’s all for. This person who is after me, what reason do you think they would want me?” I ask
him.
“I can not say.” He responds by shaking his head and shrugging.
“I can. They want to hurt Merikh To break him beyond repair and ruin him and I will not let them.”
“Hmm, and you think it is the same person?”
“I know it is.” I tell him resolutely.
“Oh, and how could you possibly know that if you don’t know who it is?”
anyone
Werewolves don’t have red, glowing eyes.” I snort. “Neither do lycans. And they do not attack their
new Luna and Lycan king. How many species can manipte what others do and how they act?”
“In a
way, almost all of them.” He admits, “But wouldn’t that mean that it could be anyone both times?
That it could be separate attacks. You said yourself one was a dream weaver, and the other was
wolves with red eyes. He seems to be in deep thought as he speaks.
“The dream weaver led me to the border in my sleep. At the border, waiting for me, was a crowd of
red–eyed wolves. Do you think two separate parties would use the same exact people if they were
not working together!”
He pauses for a moment, his lips pressing together in a thin line.
“Why are you telling me all of this? Are you trying to y to my sympathies and manipte me?” he
asks, arching a brow.
I shake my head, smiling at him.
“No. No, I am informing you, out of respect for the position you hold, that someone here on your
honorable council is a coward. I want you to know that I am hunting them.”
“They are protected, no matter what or who they are. They are under the protection of the council.
Killing any of the members would get you exiled.”
“What good is that punishment when we are already exiled?” I remind him with a small smirk.
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