Blessed By The Moon

Chapter 13

The sunlight felt too bright, the sounds of people too loud as I stepped out of my room for the first time in weeks. After so much isolation, the world itself felt almost foreign.

Nick had visited me on the second week, knocking on my door  in the dead of night, his expression tight with something unreadable. I asked him to cut the bullshit, to tell me  if he knew who I was—if he knew my past—he hesitated, which was answer enough.

"I do know who you are, Skye," he finally said, voice soft but weighted. "But I can't tell you. Not until you remember on your own."

I stared at him, frustration bubbling up. "Why not? Don't you think I have a right to know?"

"It's crucial, Skye," he replied, his voice a quiet intensity. "The memories will come. But you need to remember on your own, for it to make sense. Until then... just know that I'm here, alright?"

He left after that, leaving me more tangled than before.

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I assigned myself a new room, since I'm Luna and all —a far fancier, more spacious one. But in that room, away from everyone, I did what I needed to do. I shifted over and over, my body screaming in pain, pushing until the transformation stopped feeling like torture and became as easy as breathing... or as easy as hating Axe.

I worked out and I updated myself on pack history every day.

When Gem had come buy, I'd  kind of lied to her. The truth was, I had started to remember. Faces and laughter, pieces of a life that felt both mine and foreign at the same time. I remembered running through forests with Jordan, who I knew was my best friend, riding on my father's wolf as a little girl, sneaking out with girls my age to watch the wolves hunt in the moonlight. The memories came in bits and pieces, blurry around the edges but vivid where it counted.

And yet, despite all that... my name still eluded me.

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Axe and I walked quietly to the garden, though every time his fingers brushed mine I felt like I wanted more, this mate pull was pissing me off more than anything. I felt weak with longing.

Guards lounged on the benches, while some servants took a break in the shade, each one stopping to watch me as I walked by. Ignoring them all, I slipped my feet into the cool water of the pond, savoring the rare, calming moment.

Axe had gone to get me a glass of water, I was parched and I needed sustenance to hear the story I have theorized about for days, leaving me to myself. I was lost in thought when a small voice piped up from behind me.

"You shouldn't do that," the boy said solemnly. "Mommy told me there are dangerous things in the water, so no one's allowed to swim in it."

I turned to see an adorable little redheaded boy with freckles splashed across his cheeks, his brown eyes wide and curious. "I'm Aaron. You're really pretty. I'm six, so I'm an adult now. Can you be my mate?"

I laughed, charmed despite myself. "Sure thing, Aaron. Where's your mom? I haven't seen many kids around here."

He shrugged, looking around dramatically. "Oh, I'm here with my cousin. She's getting married, and I wanted to see what her husband looks like."

Ah, of course. That had to be Samantha—the two faced mate-kissing bitch. 

Aaron went on, launching into an animated tale about his dreams of becoming a superhero, and his elaborate plan involving an agreement with a villain to kidnap a girl so he could swoop in and save her. Apparently, that was how he intended to meet his future wife.