Instinct {The Half Moon Chronicles}

Chapter 12.

Chapter 12.

A faint light in the corner of the darkness made me open my eyes. The light became much more intense once my sight focused and I winced at the brightness, rolling over. With a stretch, I yawned and realised that when I reached out my fingers I grasped nothing but bedsheets. With a small amount of panic, I frantically tried to reach anything apart from the sheets but there was no familiar form next to me. I sat up with a jolt, and looked down to my left. That was when I realised I was sleeping alone. Then it all came flooding back.

Noah wasn't here. He wasn't sleeping with me, keeping me safe because I wasn't at the Dura Lux pack anymore. No. Now I was back where I tried to escape from. Back in a place full of murderers and liars. I closed my eyes and shook my head to clear away the cobwebs, hoping this was all a dream. When I opened my eyes again, I let out a small whimper of defeat. This wasn't a dream. This was as real as it could be, and I was trapped once more. I latched my fingers onto my scalp, digging my nails into my hair and pulled. The small amount of pain made my mind return to reality. All of the past was real, and my plan still needed to be created.

I looked away from the room and turned to the bedside table. Opening the drawer, I pulled out the small clock I had found there to check the time.

7.A.M

Sighing, I put the clock back and slammed the drawer. Today was already off to a bad start.

"You seem to be really fed up today, sis." A voice said behind me.

I spun around, seeking the location of the person and my breath caught in my throat. Sitting at the end of my bed was a boy, the same age as me. His eyes were the same ice blue. His hair, the same curly, adorable mess that curled up and away from his face. The signature smile. Even though he looked exactly the same, he looked completely different too. Strong jawline, more defined muscles. He was older. He was as old as he would be now, and he was sitting at the end of the bed, grinning at me like he would before.

"Lukas..." I breathed, my hand coming up to cover my mouth.

"In the flesh, Ash. Did you miss me?" He asked after laughing, his hands stretched out, waiting for an answer.

I shook my head, closed my eyes, took deep breaths. When I calmed myself down, he was still there. "But...y-you're...d-dead." I managed to say with a trembling voice. "You died t-two years ago."

He shrugged. "Well, as you can see, I'm sitting right here."

I glared at him, my hands shaking. "Don't joke right now, Lukas."

"Fine...you don't know the whole story about that night, Ash. You think you do but you have no idea."

Looking at him in disbelief, I started laughing nervously. Was this really my brother in front of me? If it wasn't, how did my mind manage to know what he would look like now?

He sat there looking at me, waiting for a response, a reaction. I wrung my hands together. "Is it really you?"

He smiled sadly. "Of course it is, you know it is."

I frowned at him. My brother. "Do I? How do I know it's really you? That you're not just something my mind made up?"

He shuffled closer slightly, and I backed up against the headboard. He saw my reaction and held up his hands in surrender. "You don't need to be scared. I'm here now."

"But you're not. If I touch you now you'll disappear." I looked away, seeing him only made the pain worse. This was not my brother. My brother died two years ago when wolves attacked my home and our house burned down. There was no way he could be alive. "No. You're gone. My brother is dead. You are just a figment of my imagination."