Creatures

Luna's Feelings

" You want to kill my family?" I asked trying to hold back the tears.

" No I don't but my family does. They say they're weak." He said not looking at me.

" And what do you think?" I asked crossing my hands over my chest.

" I don't think I should kill them." He said looking at me. I averted my eyes from his. I knew that if I looked into his eyes I would cry. " You have to understand. My pack is one of the strongest pack. I also need my family on my side." He tried to grab my hand but I flinched away from his touch. I got up off of the blanket and started to walk back to the car. " Gena." Harry said walking next to me. "Come on Love talk to me." I didn't reply. " Please." I felt a tear escape my eye and I wiped it away. It is pretty dark outside but I know Harry saw. Harry opened the car and I got in. He went in on the drivers side. " Gena can you please say something?"

" Something." I whispered. Harry groaned in frustration. I was not prepared for what he did next. He grabbed me by the waist and sat me on his lap and smashed his lips against mine. I responded quickly and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He broke away.

" Please don't be mad at me. I haven't figured out what I'm going to do." He said kissing my mark.

" And what do I do if you decide my pack is weak?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

" Gena." He sighed running a hand over his face. " Do you hate me?"

" Of course I don't just really upset." I said feeling a tear slid down my cheek. Harry wiped it away and pulled me into his chest. I couldn't help the tears that escaped my eyes. Being so close to Harry helped calm me down.

" Love, you ok?" He asked when I pulled away.

" No." I said wiping my eyes. How can he expect me to be ok when my family, my pack was on the line. He put his hand on the side of my face. I leaned into it and gave a weak smile.

" Let's get you home." He said placing me back in my seat. We arrived at home and everyone was in the theater room. I made my way up the stairs while Harry went to the Theater room to tell everyone I was going to be upstairs. He brought my nutella.

" Thanks." I said stabbing it with a spoon. I was laying down in the bed with one of Harry's shirts on.