The Shadow of Stars

Thirty Three

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"But how will we know if she's okay?" I argue as I exit the bathroom, biting at the beds of my nails. There's not much left to them now.

Micah pulls back the cover to his side of the bed. "Elias will inform me. I've got my phone off silent and regardless, he will be informing the beta family of my pack. My father will know by morning of how the night progressed and what course of action the two plan on taking from here." He slides into the bed as I continue to pace, making him sigh. "It's in their hands now, Athena."

"I'm just worried," I blurt, running a hand down my face. "She was so inebriated its not even funny, and literally moments before she was telling me she didn't like him. What if she's not okay?"

"Athena she will be fine. No wolf in history has died from one party pill, and her mate is right there to donate Alpha blood if anything should go slightly south—its almost like fate has her back on this one," he ends sarcastically, raising a brow in a slight joke before laughing fully at my complete seriousness. This isn't funny. "Mennison, I pray the goddess give you insight to such things. Look—the worst that will happen to Gia is maybe some community service for breaking pack rules. She's the Betas daughter and this is my pack, I'll know if anything bad happens and I'll inform you straight away. Come to bed and get some rest, we've got a long trip back tomorrow."

I stand for a moment longer, a million thoughts racing through my brain before I huff, stomping over to my side of the bed before sliding in, my back turned away from him. The pillow barrier we fashioned last night wasn't there anymore, neither one of us bothering to build it up.

I turn the lights off on the control next to the bed.

My reservations about the whole situation are not out of line. Gia hates the pack structure, how can I know she is totally cool with being a luna now? How do I know she doesn't feel like I would if Micah had've taken me to his home that day we met.

The illicit drugs probably indicate that she's not thinking of a lot right now.

But I want to go and make sure she's alright and prove that I'm completely wrong and I would be able to if it wasn't for—

Micahs warm hand finds the skin of my arm and he rubs it soothingly, the action making calm rush through my body. He leans a little closer, moving his body so that his head is just behind mine, the heat of his bare chest so close I feel it like the blanket over my skin."You're not mad at me, are you?" He asks hesitantly, his hand pausing with the question to lay just above my elbow.

I sigh again and shift, moving his hand from my arm. "It's fine. Let's just get some rest."

His hand returns but instead snakes around my stomach as he embraces me from behind, pulling me gently towards the heat of his body. "I'm sorry," he says tenderly, placing a light kiss on my shoulder. It makes me lose my breath. "I know it's confusing for you but there is only so much we can do. This has become a matter of pack politics and the lines are too blurry for us to navigate with the tensions so high. I promise you tomorrow we will visit Gia and Elias and you will see that all is fine."

My shoulders slump slightly, the last remnants of tension smoothing out. "Okay," I mummer.

He places another light kiss onto my shoulder and smirks into my skin, the feeling of his lips there killing me. "Do you forgive me?" He whispers into my ear, placing another kiss below it.

This is exactly what I was concerned about when it came to sharing a bed. This closeness, the comfortable nature that is implied with it. The fact that though logic is screaming at me to reject this, my heart denies its protests.