The Secrets of a Luna

Chapter Eleven: Going Back Home

Evelyn:

Yawning, a sudden bout of nausea slammed into my body. Running to the bathroom, bitter vomit flew up my throat. Chunks tumbled to the bottom, my body trembling with a fever. Cold sweat soaked my skin, Hudson running in. Holding my hair back, he rubbed my back. More hellish vomit flew from my throat, an inky black ball floated around.  The black ball must have been the product of my blood magic, my whole body was screaming in agony. Struggling to my feet, my fingers traced the wall. Peeling off my clothes, hot water erupted from the shower. Hudson waited outside, passing me my toiletries as needed. His wolf was screaming at my wolf to lay down, my prideful wolf telling his wolf to back off.

"I will be fine." I growled irritably, accepting his towel. "Many wolves before me have had pups. Stephan is coming with us. He will drive her car back while I ride on the back of your motorcycle. Theros has already agreed with it, Hudson growled under his breath

"Fine." He snapped hotly, passing me my clothes. "I will accept it." Clicking my bra on, he slid a black sweater over my head. The black jeans he gave me barely buttoned, his hand sliding down to my tiny bump. Kissing the top of my head, I slid his hands up my sweater to my bare stomach. Packing up my bag, Theros burst into the room. Diamond followed behind him, holding her much larger bump. The white dress she wore clung to her swollen belly, her eyes twinkling excitedly. The casual look of a black t-shirt and blue jeans threw me off, his long silky hair was twisted into a bun on the top of his head.

"Here is the number for the blood donor guy near you guys." He chirped cheerfully, passing me a piece of paper with a number on it. "He is allergic to animal blood, so we buy a couple of bags of blood that are about to go bad. You would be surprised how many bags of blood they throw out. It isn't a problem, and thank you for showing him the world. I am going to miss you." Embracing me tightly, Hudson cleared his throat. Stepping back, Hudson wrapped his arms around my waist. Cocking my brow, embarrassment burned on my face. Stephan bounded in, taking the bag. His navy blue t-shirt clung to his slender body, his black skinny jeans clinging to his legs. Worn black sneakers shuffled uncomfortably, his scent sickening Hudson slightly.

"I can't thank you enough." He blubbered happily, a nervous gaze meeting Hudson's intimidating death glare. Stomping on Hudson's boots, his death glare melted into a polite smile. His grip around my waist tightened, his wolf growling at mine.

"Let's go." He barked venomously, the werewolves following after us. "Your clan misses you." Rolling my eyes, he placed me on his back. My lips parted in protest, his saddened gaze met mine. Hurt dimmed his eyes, something was eating at him. Setting me down by his motorcycle, I hopped on behind him. Putting a helmet on, my arms wrapped around his waist. The icy morning breeze nipped at my bare skin, my sweater fluttering in the wind as trees flashed by us. The tires squealed to a stop at a silver coated fence, Hudson killing the engine and stomping away from me. His fists were clenched tightly, blood dripping onto the ground. Ripping off my helmet, his back was turned to me.

"Just wait a fucking minute!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, his wolf eyes flashing back at me. "I refuse to let you walk away from me." Every other werewolf glanced anxiously over at me, a death glare from Hudson shutting them down. Choosing to ignore me, his boots pounded towards his cabin. Stephan stood alone in the center of the village, a black haired sixteen year old girl running up to him. A burst of energy spread through the village, her mate was just found early. Chaos broke out, her parents charging at him.  Jumping in front of him, Hudson continued walking. Holding both of them back, a steady stream of curse words flew in my direction.  A fist swung in my direction, rage boiled in my veins. Shoving them to the ground, the two of them glared up at me.