Luna

Chapter 34

There's a discomfort that has taken over me for the last couple of days. A warmth that is gradually becoming a stifling sensation as the days go by. Cold showers and regular swims at the lake have helped ease the feeling, but I fear it might be something serious if it persists.

Shaking off the discomfort and worry, I head into a meeting that consists mostly of the pack officials as they discuss the need to increase border security because of the increase of rogue activity. They haven't made it to our pack yet, but there's no harm in staying cautious as we try to find a solution to the problem.

"What if we put a protective spell on the pack?" I ask when the room finally falls into silence. Sometime through the meeting, I stopped paying attention to the men speaking as my head went through the possible cause of my sudden illness.

It's scary being a sick werewolf. Our species never gets sick, and when we do, it's often a fatal disease that haunts the being until death finally calls for them.

"A spell?" a collective number of voices asks in harmony, and I nod my head.

"Yeah. We have two witches here who probably know a spell or two to keep our borders safe from intrusion. This way, no one can enter the pack without invitation."

After a long silence, Aurelius gets to his feet with a stern look in his eyes that makes me feel hotter than I am. Subconsciously, my tongue wets my lips as I lean into the conference table keeping direct eye contact with him.

"No," his voice booms, and I watch the way his Adam's apple moves up and down when he swallows. His lips contort as he continues speaking, but my head has a mind of its own as I watch his every move. The crease in his brow, the way his muscles flex, the way his hand moves through his disheveled hair.

What the hell is wrong with me? I ask as I snap out of my daze before anyone notices. "There are already more than enough witches inside the pack, and having them cast a spell has a cost. We aren't taking that risk," his voice booms.

"But it's for the pack's safety. If you're worried about the price, I can learn the spell and cast it myself," I offer, but he shakes his head with a sternness that's indecipherable.

"No!" he bellows, and I stiffen immediately, taking note of his mood. It's eerily similar to the one before, and it sobers me from the slightly hazed state I've been in for the last few hours.

Nodding my head, I decide to leave it at that as I sink into my seat, hiding like a child who's just been scolded, and I feel Sebastian's sorrowful gaze set on me. Within seconds, Aurelius sighs as he calls out my name before apologizing for his behavior in front of the attendees, which not only shocks me, but astonishes everyone in the room as well.

As the meeting progresses, Matthew walks in and takes a seat beside me just in time to talk about the refugees. This is when I usually talk about the subjects that touch my heart, but I've asked Matt to take over today. I can't seem to concentrate, and I don't want to be distracted halfway through my presentation, so it's good that he works hand in hand with me on these matters.

As he presents, I can't help but watch as his mouth moves. His ability to make his words sound sexy yet serious. He leans forward onto the table as he speaks, and there's something about him that makes my insides quiver. Aurelius was too far before, so I quickly managed to distract myself from my desires. But now, with Matt right beside me, I don't seem to be able to stop.

I lick my lips as I watch his every movement. When he rests his hand onto the arm of his seat, his skin grazes mine, and a fire ignites in my belly, and my breath involuntarily hitches, which doesn't go unnoticed by him. He creases his brow as he continues speaking and places a hand on my forearm, which is supposed to be a reassuring gesture, but it makes me hot. So hot.