The Scarred Luna (On Hold)

Chapter 20

My eyes pop open.

What the hell happened?

I sit up in my bed, careful not to make noise. I glance around my room and slowly plant my feet on the ground. Fuck, I have a massive headache.

I shake my head and place my my head in my hands. I think I'm gonna be sick. I immediately run into my bathroom, locking the door behind me. I rush to the toliet and empty out the sick feeling in my stomach. Pure blood clouds the pristine water and I gasp, watching as the blood turns into something darker.

A knock on the door startles me into action and I immediately flush the toliet and walk over to the sink, turning the nozel for cold water. I splash my face before drying it and opening the door. My father's appearance greets me as I open the door and I put a shy smile on my face.

"Hi,"

"Hi?"

"Yeah, hi," I repeat, limping past him.

"Journey, are you going to explain what the hell happened back there? Or why I had to drain myself of energy to just barely heal your legs?"

I rub the back of my neck and grab a black sweatshirt out of my closet, along with a pair of blue leggings. "Is Gabriel still here?" I ask, avoiding the question.

I hear him sigh. "Yes,"

I nod, brushing past him to get back into my bathroom. "'Kay, I'll be down in a second." I call before closing my door.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, locking eyes with myself before allowing my gaze to scrutinize my appearance. My face is five shades too pale and my hair looks like a big, tangled mess. Shrugging, I brush my hair out before throwing it up into a messy bun. What the hell, it's Saturday. I slip on my leggings and sweatshirt, after brushing my teeth, and head downstairs.

The sight that greets me is a worried one. Gabriel looks as if he is waiting to hear bad news or that his puppy just died. I plaster a smile on my face, the sickness settling for the moment. "Gabriel," I say his name.

In seconds, he's holding me to him, breathing in my scent. "Journey," he breathes and I let out a small laugh.

"Hi?"

"Hi," he replies.

"So, is the pack still coming over?" I ask, just remembering.

Gabriel gives me a wierd look. "Do you still want them to?"

I scoff. "Please, Gabriel, you act as if I hate them or as if I'm afraid of them. They're just a bunch of softies, even though they look like a bunch of delinquents. Oh wait, they are. Well, they look like a bunch of mean delinquents. Wait, they are kinda rude to everyone but me. Well, you know what I mean." I eventually mumble.

Gabriel grins. "I'll tell them," he pauses for a moment before, "They're on their way."

My eyes widen. "Wait, all of them?" Gabriel nods. "Oh my God! Let me change! I need to cook! Oh my God, I'll be right back."

Gabriel laughs and tugs at my wrist. "Journey, I don't think they'll mind,"

I shake my head at him. "You're such an Alpha," I chastise. "I'll be right back."

I trudge upstairs, almost dying, and whip open my closet. "Hmm, what to wear?" I question, placing a finger on my chin. "Oh!" I exclaim, my eyes locking on a nice, white dress. Today is suppose to be a nice sixty-five degrees; March finally making its appearance.