The Secrets of a Luna

Chapter Fourteen: The Mending Begins

Hudson: 

Terror widened my eyes, no one knowing what to do. Her mother reached up for her, Evie calling out orders. The words fade in and out, a couple of people carrying the girl's mother to the village. Leaping in front of the crowd, her feet pounded back to the house. Everyone stood up and stared at me, the pressure getting to me. What would Evie do?  Cold sweat dripped off of my brow, the blood was on my hands. 

"Everyone, go home, and stay in until I tell you you are free to go." I ordered firmly, my hands trembling. "We will discuss this later." James popped up next to me, his throat clearing. A pleasant smile warmed up his face, tears still streamed down his face. Even after just losing his mother, he was a more effective leader than me.

"Listen up folks, what happened happened. We can't go back and fix it, but from now on I expect you to treat my Luna with respect. His death was a guarantee as long as he behaved in such a manner. I will be taking any complaints or whatever in my office. I will then pass them onto Alpha Hudson. One by one we will address your issues, but for today the office will be closed." Everyone mumbled under their breath as they wandered off, fear paralyzing me in one spot. James scooped up the dickhead's body, nudging my shoulder.

"Go help Evie." He urged warmly, Desmond appearing at the top of the hill. "I definitely owe her a big one." My boots crushed flowers as I crashed down the hill to the main lodge. Evie hovered over the mother, the green liquid from before sitting in her palm. Pouring it into her wound, the silver poisoning stopped. Pulling out the curved stitches needle, she threaded medical grade thread onto it. Placing a piece of leather in her lips, the mother bit down hard as she stitched her wound gracefully.  Seeing her in this light made my heart flutter, guilt eating at me.  Here I was standing around and doing nothing, again.   Blood covered her black sweatshirt dress, a smear of blood on her cheeks. Barking orders again, a couple of the werewolves took her to one of the spare bedrooms. Evie followed closely after, the sixteen year old girl tugging on my sleeve. Turning around, Raven stood behind me, her bangs obscuring her eyes. She was the new Evie, everyone always treating her like crap. Teardrops crashed to the floor, her fingers shaking like a leaf.  Her pink sweater hung off of her hourglass figure, a white skirt going to her knees. 

"Please don't punish her. He abused us all of the time." She pleaded desperately, Stephan running up to her. Spinning her around, she crumbled into his arms. The two of them trembled at my feet, a weak smile dimming my face further.  Shit! Was my village really made up of assholes?

"I won't punish her. She saved me, and if we are being honest here my wife would kill me if I did." I joked lightly, hoping it would cheer her up. "Trust me, I owe her my life. I am sorry about your loss." A sweet smile flashed on Raven's face, her head shaking. Messing with the hem of her skirt, she bit her lips. She really was a mini version of Evie, her mannerism on point.

"Please don't think of me as a monster, but he beat me and my mother day and night. So no worries." She chirped cheerfully, fighting back tears. "Is my mother going to be okay? When can I see her?" Evie came down the stairs, wiping blood off of her hands. Raven slammed her body into her, Evie wrapping her arms around her quivering body.

"I am sorry about the blood." Evie stammered oddly, patting the top of her head. "Raven, is it? Your mother is waiting to see you." Raven bowed her head in shame, Evie lifting up her chin. Wiping away her tears, she cupped her face.

"I think your eyes are beautiful." She assured her kindly, Stephan walking up to the two of them. "You two will make wonderful babies, that is after eighteen. Luckily, your first heat isn't until eighteen. Anyways, don't let them knock you down. Stephan will always be by your side, so don't bottle it up. You will only hurt yourself that way. Now go see your mom. She loves you with all of your heart." Raven sprinted up the stairs, Stephan following close behind her. Bouncing over to me, her lips pressed against mine lovingly. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she played with my wild hair.