Meant To Be Luna

Chapter 4

Grayson

Never in my life had I felt the sheer urge to protect and care for someone the way I did her.

I watched the slow rise and fall of her chest as she lay sleeping. It had been hours since she had dozed off, the sky now growing darker with each passing minute as I watched the sunset through the window. She had been beyond confused and scared to the death, and that had only added to her exhaustion.

Doctor Hudson hadn't been surprised when she had fallen back into a deep sleep. The trauma from her wounds and whatever else she had endured prior to finding her were extensive, and Doctor Hudson explained that the recovery process likely wouldn't be easy.

While she would physically heal to one hundred percent within a matter of weeks, her mental state looked to be something that would take time. Some of the bruises that covered her body looked to be weeks old, and while I hadn't seen them, a nurse had explained that there were several, deep scars covering areas of her body.

"There's a deep, rigid one right here." The nurse had said, pointing to the front of her hip right before it met her abdomen. "It looked to be about a year old and didn't have the chance to heal right. I'm not sure what it could have been from."

I had been warned that she had been exposed to violence, but hearing about it the second time, more in depth, wasn't any easier. I had never been affected by other's personal experiences, but each time I looked at her and thought of all the things I would come to know, I knew it was only the beginning.

In coming to know my mate and all she is, I would come to know a different side of myself.

Kristin Knight.

A weight had been lifted off my chest the moment her name slipped from her lips. A mate was something that a wolf anticipated their entire life, and after waiting years for the woman in front of me, I finally knew her name. And as cliche as it sounded, it was a beautiful name - sweet yet strong.

I also knew with her last name I could find out pretty much anything I needed or wanted with a few calls, but what I didn't want was to hear her story from anyone else. So, I would wait - although it would prove to be challenging as patiences had never been my strong suit.

A knock on the door brought me from my thoughts, and I turned my gaze from her to find Seth peeking his head through the door, looking like a curious child on Christmas.

"Can I come in," he asked, and when I nodded, he bounded through the door before closing it quietly behind him. He stepped at the foot of the bed, looking over my mate before turning to me and then up at the television. "The cooking channel? Who are you trying to be? Rachel Ray?"

A cocked my head to the side with a raised brow.

"That's all that was on," I deadpanned. "And why did you have to compare me to Rachel Ray? Why couldn't I be Bobby Flay or Guy Fieri?"

Seth shrugged. "Because Rachel Ray is the only one Addison watches." Then he gave me another pointed look. "But apparently you watch it more than you let on."

I rolled my eyes and adjusted myself on the tiny sofa, leaning my back against a pillow - a nurse had brought it in, along with a blanket, when I had made it abundantly clear that I wasn't leaving. There was no way my entire body would fit comfortably on the three seater, but I'd get over it.

"What do you want?"

"Geez, you could be a little nicer, ya know," Seth grumbled, sitting by my feet. "Or I'll tell your mother and sister that you're hiding out in a hospital room with your new mate."

I sat up quickly with a curse, reaching for my phone that had been tucked away in my pocket. When I turned it on, I had numerous missed calls - most of them from my mother and sister while two of them had been from my father.