The Secrets of a Luna

Chapter Twenty-Three: Helping a Blood Brother

Evelyn:

Sitting up slowly, the television was still playing, my real smile curled on my lips as I watched Grappy sleep in Bloodsworth's arms. Stumbling to my feet, no one woke up. Walking up to his office, the door was open slightly. Something was wrong here, a dark energy in the office. Slamming the door open, the light flickered on. No one was there, my wolf eyes scanned the room. A rush of air brushed past me, one of the disgruntled family members charging at me. Unable to dodge his attack, both of us flew out of the window. Glass shattered all over the floor, scanning for the best way to land while saving his life. Clutching him close to my chest, my arm was the only thing that was going to break. Bracing myself for impact, the crack of my arm shattered the still air. Crying out in pain, the bastard pressed a cold muzzle to the back of my head. Death was not an option, the crazed look in his gray eyes frightening me. Cold sweat drenched my skin, my bone sticking out of my arm. Blood dripped down my arm, my face going pale. Why was he doing this?

"You did nothing to save my family!" He screamed shrilly, people gathering around us. "You did nothing, and you need to die with them! You are a monster and you deserve to be treated as such!" His words stung, tears welling up in my eyes, his hand trembling. He didn't want to do this, I thought to myself. Holding my arm, a gasp of pain exploded from my lips as I sat up. My finger twitched, grabbing a handful of dirt. A sly grin danced across my lips, confusion contorting his. Tossing the dirt in his eyes, he clawed at his eyes. Leaping to my feet, dirt blew around me as I leapt over the gate. Hopping over the gate after me, his bones cracked as his muscles rearranged into a white wolf. Shit, there was no going back now. My arm was broken, and my wolf was still sleeping from everything yesterday. Backing up, the chilly surface of a giant rock smashed into my back. The gray eyed white wolf launched itself at me, his teeth sinking into my calf. Sliding to the ground, my vision blurred as he dragged me up the mountain. My arm refused to heal because my wolf was sleeping which meant that I couldn't call Hudson to help me. Teardrops soaked the dirt, no one coming to my rescue. Slamming me into a tree, the bark cutting into my back. Coughing up blood, his paw slammed into my chest. The crunching of my ribs shattered the still morning air. His claws tore at my chest, my shattered ribs falling into my lap. Fighting the urge to toss up the contents in my stomach, my heart was beating in my chest. A flash of black hair caught my eyes, black feathers snowing from the clouds. A flash of silver sliced the wolf's throat, his strong arms scooping me up. Tears welled up in Grappy's eyes, a couple pieces of glass sticking out of my broken arm.

"I am sorry!" I wheezed, blood pouring from my chest. "I am just a bur-" Pressing his finger to my lips, he landed gracefully in front of my home. Hudson sprinted out to us, Grappy setting me on the ground. Hovering his hands over my chest, the tissues and bones fused back together. Howls of pain exploded from my lips, his hands hovering over my arm. Looking over my leg, a black energy sealed my wounds. Laying still on the ground, Hudson and the whole clan were looking down at me.

"Can I have permission to stay as her guardian angel?" Grappy inquired oddly, his red filling with concern. "I think she needs protection when you aren't around." Hudson's answer shocked me, offering his trembling hand to Grappy. Glaring at me, his wolf was pissed with me. This time I had no choice but to be dragged into the woods.

"Just do your ceremony." He growled through gritted teeth, shaking his hand. "Clearly, someone can't keep out of trouble." His words made me sound as if I was a tiny child, not his wife. Grappy knelt next to me, the top of his palm glowing. Cutting my palm, my body still aching from everything. Cutting his palm, his fingers wrapped around mine. A black energy swirled around our hands, his red eyes boring into mine.

"Do you accept me as your guardian angel?" He queried tiredly, his wings fluttered irritably. "I require your answer, master." Both of us winced at the word master coming from his lips, morning sickness beginning to set in. Swallowing the blood coming up my throat, my hair splayed around my head. Hudson shot me a death glare, the threat ever present in his eyes.