Meant To Be Luna

Chapter 6

Grayson

She was too silent. It was driving me fucking crazy.

I didn't think I had truly slept since the moment Kristin had entered my life seventy-two hours ago. However, I was positive I hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep with her only being down the hall. My senses had been on high alert the moment I walked out of her room last night, listening out for her as best I could through multiple, thick walls between us. For the first hour, she had been silent before I heard the shower turn on, but once the shower had turned off twenty or so minutes later, she had fallen silent again.

The rational part of my brain knew she had fallen asleep, but I hated the fact that I couldn't hear her snore, or even breathe. I had gotten out of bed one too many times to walk down the hall, sticking my ear up to her door just so I could hear the soft intakes of breaths before heading back down to my own room.

I knew I was being paranoid. I knew she was fine. Doctor Hudson wouldn't have released her if she wasn't, but a part of me couldn't get the imagine of her limp figure dangling in my arms out of my head. Each time I tried to close my eyes, I saw her covered in blood with blue lips, shivering as her heart lingered with each beat - I hadn't known just how much it had affected me until I could no longer sit and watch over her.

Well, I could, but that would be creepy as hell. Not to mention I was trying to give her space. Which had been the hardest thing to do to date. Especially since she had let me touch her - that little, tiny, minuscule touch at the base of her neck where I would mark - my body had been in a restless state since, and that too, was driving me fucking crazy.

"Grayson?"

A soft knock at my office door followed the sound of my sister's voice, and when I looked up, I found her still half asleep in her pajamas, clutching two mugs in each hand that I knew held coffee. Closing the door behind her, she crossed the office, placing one of the mugs in front of me. Then she sat in one of the chairs before my desk, tucking her legs beneath her as she took a small sip.

"What are you doing in here? It's six a.m.."

I snorted, reaching for the mug as I glanced at the clock. "I couldn't sleep. I got up about an hour ago," I muttered, welcoming the warm beverage with a hum of acknowledgement.

Gabi nodded, brows raising in amusement. "Did you sleep at all," she asked, her tone light and teasing, but I wasn't sure why it made me mad. Maybe because I knew she was insinuating something far from innocent. Something that may have been true had Kristin and I met under normal circumstances. Instead, my mate looked like she wanted to throw up at the sight of me.

And I could barely have a calm conversation with her because between the fucking bruises on her face and the fear of her rejecting me, I could barely contain my wolf.

I let out a sigh, setting the mug down harshly, causing some of the coffee to splash onto my desk. With a soft curse, I dropped my head into my hands as my thoughts ran rampant. Kristin Knight. Who the hell was she and where had she been? Who the hell was she running from? The person that covered her in bruises? Who had been abusing her? Was it an old pack? A boyfriend?

The thought of another man touching her, in any sort of way, had me clenching my fist in my hair, tugging. I felt as if my brain were about to implode, and the startings of a headache throbbed between my eyes.

Fuck. I just wanted to be with her.

"Gray? Hey." The teasing was gone, replaced with heavy concern, and I felt my sister rest a comforting hand on my arm. I looked up, staring into eyes identical to mine, and she smiled sadly. "She'll come around."