Luna Raine

XLVIII. Sonny Lynn

Raine's POV:

Where did that come from?

Leon?

I thought of Leon?

Did I say Leon's name out loud?

I sat up straight and smacked my cheeks, "What do you think you're doing? Leon? Wolfie. I understand because you know his potentially fake personality, and you can imagine how hot he looks inside your head."

Wolfie's position in my life does not sound as good now that I said it out loud.

"But, Leon? Why did you say, Leon? What's so good about that shut in alpha?"

His ass.

"I mean, he does have a nice southern side." I grinned to myself. I cannot believe that I am thinking of a werewolf's butt in the middle of my unstable life.

I pressed my fingers further into my temple before my eyes cast upward. "I blame you, Moon Goddess. I'm not even from this place."

"Pardon me."

My body jolted slightly at the voice. I turned to my left, "Yes?"

The hotel receptionist smiles, "Will your friend be here soon?"

I look out the glass windows. It's dark. I turned back and smiled, "Yes." I knocked my head, "As a matter of fact, she told me to wait at the water fountain nearby. I almost forgot." I fake laugh, "Thank you for reminding me." I got off the couch and walked towards the exit. The last thing I need in my life is to be escorted out of a hotel.

When I'm outside of the hotel, only bitter darkness greets me. Then again, it was really bright inside of the hotel. I pulled my sweater closer to my body and walked down the streets.

The farther I walked from the hotel, the more my eyes seemed to move. Quickly, it reflexed from one location to another, and when I heard a sound, it went towards it. Someone kicked a can. When the streets begin to divide more and more, I decided to take the brighter path. Only a fool would take the dark alley.

I noticed a small wooden bench in the middle of the street, and I sat down.

"Ow."

My body bounced off the bench, and I turned around to see a hobo.

Steadily, he sat upward while rubbing his forehead.

"Hi?"

His eyes motion upward - deep brown.

He cleared his throat.

I backed away.

"Sorry. I don't know how I missed your body." I seriously don't know how I missed a large man lying on a bench. Is my mind that much of a mess?

He stared at me momentarily before he chuckles, "It's fine. People tend to miss me whenever I lay on a bench."

"Why?"

He shrugs, "Benches give me the power of invisibility?"

I chuckle lightly, "Well, we do live in a world with magic. So I wouldn't brush off that thought." I saw a flying carpet and car before. I would believe it if someone tells me that benches or shoes give them powers.

His shoulders trembled, "Yeah. It's weird, isn't it?"

"Pardon?"

"I mean, you and me, we're humans. We don't have magic. So, it's weird that there are others with magical abilities. It's weird how...we don't get it."

I sat beside him. My legs are exhausted from walking, and I don't want to stand in the middle of the street. I tucked my hands underneath my pants, "You know. My dad...he used to say...even if you can't feel it. Everyone has a bit of magic inside of them."