Blessed By The Moon

Chapter 9

Skye's pov : 

You're stronger than you even realize. 

That's what the voice in my head whispered, soft and maternal, the moment Nick and I stepped back into the estate. I don't know why it came now, or why it sounded so real. Was it...my mother's voice? A memory? If I keep going like this, piecing things together one voice, one flashback at a time, maybe I'll get my memory back soon.

But do I want that? I mean, what if the old me is someone I don't like? What if everything I remember only makes me question the person I am now? My present self, my new self—will that just disappear?

My chest tightened as I thought back to that first night. I woke up as a stranger to myself, with blood on my shirt, not even knowing if it was mine or someone else's. Jordan—my one lead. What happened to him? To me? And every time I reach for those memories, the headache rips through me like a warning. So, I turn to the present—at least it's real, even if it's not entirely safe.

The moment we got back, Axe was waiting. He summoned us both to his office, and his gaze was on fire.

"You really had to pull that stunt in front of the Alphas?" he demanded, his voice sharp and resonant with authority.

I matched his glare, raising an eyebrow. "I didn't know they were there, and don't look at me like that—I should be the one mad at you."

Axe sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Skye, I swear, you're going to be the death of me."

"Well Alison and Howell already think I am, that's kind of the whole problem! " I retorted back in anger.

He sighed and turned to Nick. "No one saw you when you snuck her out, right? You know her eyes are.. the talk of the community right now."

Nick gave a short nod. "We circled around the forested area. We didn't come across anyone."

My stomach twisted as I watched them talk—Axe, exhausted, and Nick, lying with an ease that almost scared me. Someone like him could make you trust him while slowly twisting a knife in your back, and you wouldn't even know until you feel the blood trickling down.

But he took a risk by sneaking me out, knowing it could backfire. And instead, I... I nearly blew our cover with that stunt. I suddenly felt a twinge of guilt, then felt ridiculous for feeling bad. Shouldn't I be doing everything I can to get out of here?

When Axe finally waved Nick out, he did so slowly, like he was reluctant to leave me here alone. He glanced back once before the door clicked shut behind him.

"Skye," Axe said, snapping my attention back, "how exactly did you manage to break out of your cell?"

I let out a snort. "You really underestimate human strength. That thing was basically made of twigs."

He raised an eyebrow, amused, clearly not buying it but willing to let it slide. "And do enlighten me," he continued smoothly, "how did a human manage to knock out several werewolf-guards before their escape?"

I held his gaze, trying to play it cool. I knew Nick hadn't mentioned the vial, so I shouldn't either. "They were..uh... conveniently asleep on duty. Maybe don't tire them out with so much work?"

Axe's gaze followed me, that half-smile still lingering, but his eyes stayed calculating, watching my every move. He leaned back, crossing his arms. "Noted, any other tricks up your sleeve I need to worry about?".

"Wouldn't you like to know," I shot back, crossing my arms as well, mirroring his stance. "Maybe I'll charm my way out with my dazzling personality."

He chuckled, a low, rich sound that made my defiance flicker. "Charming? Maybe. But what I saw back there with the Alphas wasn't charm. That was... nerve. Do you even have a sense of self-preservation, stray cat?"