My Broken Luna

27. You've Gone Soft

27. You've Gone Soft: Xander's Pov (this chapter is short, but important)

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QOTC- how did you find My Broken Luna?

"Nothing has happened yet." I state, looking at the nonexistent reports on the rogue hideout. I won't send anyone out there; we don't know what lays within the walls of the hideout and too many lives could be lost. Every single time that the Lunar Shadow pack has ever been in battle, we were always the ones to attack first. No one is use to this waiting strategy.

"It's only been two days." Charlotte reminds me.

"That's forty-eight hours." I groan. "I'm not patient, sweetheart, you know this. Maybe we should attack all at once. If we overwhelm the hideout, we'll be able to take them out."

She shakes her head and says, "The land around the hideout is r-rigged. There's a pattern that you have to follow or everything goes ka-boom."

Even though she's telling me bad news, I can't help but chuckle at the way she does a little exploding motion with her hands as she says, "ka-boom". "What's so funny?" she asks, confused to why I was laughing at her.

"Nothing." I shake my head, still looking at her with amusement in my eyes. This girl is really something.

My girl is really something.

"If they don't attack within two weeks, then we're going to make the first move." I inform. Two weeks is the longest that I'll wait. The fact that there's a group of rogues that want to take my mate away from me is unsettling. What really disturbs me is that I'm not attacking them right now. "We're basically asking to be attacked if we wait any longer than that."

"You trained everyone really well, Xander. You don't n-need to stress about fighting." Charlotte reassures me. Unlike nearly every single story that my Alpha friends have told me about doing something violent, my mate doesn't seem worried that I'll get hurt. Does she not care about me enough to worry about my well-being? There's a chance of me getting hurt; not a big chance, but it's still possible.

"What will you do if I get hurt?" I ask, knowing that she won't express herself unless I ask her to. She never randomly states her opinion or thoughts, she has to be given a reason to first.

She shrugs.

"New rule: whenever we ask each other questions, we can't shrug. It has to be a real answer." I tell her.

"I would wait, I guess..." she quietly trails off. "For y-you to heal... Or w-wake up in the hospital."

"That's it?" I try my best to refrain from flipping out on my mate. She still doesn't seem concerned that I might get hurt. I don't care if I'm practically begging for attention, I need to know why she's lacking emotion right now. "You would just wait for me to heal?"

She nods, obviously not getting the point of this conversation. All I want is for her to care about me!

"Let's get out of the house." I say, changing the subject. "If we're going to play this waiting game, then we might as well do something fun."