A constant dream shared by two individuals. What happens when their paths finally cross? And what if she discovers that the dreams she's been having were not her own, but forced upon her? As Luna unravels the truth behind the visions that have shape...
It had been a couple of weeks since I arrived in the Bloodmoon Pack, and everything still felt surreal. At first, I had been nervous about finding my place here—meeting new people, training, and adjusting to my new life—but things had gone surprisingly well. I'd made friends, gotten closer to the pack members, and most importantly, I'd grown closer to Darius.
Darius. Just thinking about him made my heart skip a beat. We hadn't crossed that line yet—no kisses or confessions—but there was something undeniably strong growing between us. I couldn't help but wonder if I was falling for him, maybe even starting to love him. But it was still too soon to say. Right?
As I stood in front of the mirror, I ran my fingers through my hair, letting it fall in loose waves around my shoulders. My outfit for the day reflected my cute grunge style—an oversized flannel layered over a graphic tee, paired with ripped black jean and my favorite chunky boots. I added a few rings to my fingers and a choker necklace to complete the look.
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Satisfied with my reflection, I grabbed my black beanie and stuffed it into my bag. Darius had mentioned something about going out today, and I couldn't help but feel a little giddy about it. Every time we spent time together, it felt like the world faded away, leaving just the two of us in our own little bubble. But I couldn't let myself get too swept away—there was still so much to figure out.
As I headed downstairs, I found Darius already waiting for me by the front door. He leaned casually against the frame, arms crossed over his broad chest, wearing his usual leather jacket over a plain grey shirt. His hair was slightly messy, and his expression softened the moment he saw me.
"You look... nice," he said, his voice low as his eyes swept over me with a faint smile.
I rolled my eyes playfully, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "Just nice? I was aiming for 'amazing.'"
"You always look amazing," he teased, pushing off the doorframe and walking over to me. His hand found its way to my arm, and I felt a jolt of electricity at the touch. "But if I told you that every time, you'd get too cocky."
I nudged him with my elbow, trying to hide the fact that his compliment had made my heart flutter. "Right, can't have that."
We stepped outside, and as we walked down the path towards the woods, I found myself stealing glances at him. The way he moved, the way his smile reached his eyes, the way he always seemed to know when I needed him—it was all making it harder for me to deny what was happening inside me. I was falling for him. Hard.
We wandered around the pack's territory, laughing and joking about everything and nothing. It was easy with him. The tension that had been there when I first arrived had melted away, and now I felt like I could be myself around him. Even though we hadn't talked about what we were—if we were even something yet—there was an unspoken bond between us that I couldn't explain. It just felt... right.
