The Wicked Luna

Twelve

Like a one legged bird I cross the fallen tree.

Gracefully and surprisingly quite I walk on the fallen beauty my feet itching from the harsh bark.

"What on earth are you trying to accomplish?" Cayson remarks eyeing me.

I stick my tongue out at him continuing to hop my way to other side of the river. I see Cayson shake his head before lifting his shoes above his head and swimming across. His movements are slick and precise.

"I thought you said you couldn't swim" I note watching as he sits down in dead grass.
"I said I don't like to swim, not that I couldn't."
"Why? Swimming is glorious."

He purses his lips and uncomfortably shifts. Like some sort of secret weighing him down he bites his lip avoiding my eyes.

"Past things" he mutters "it was a long time ago."
"Past things?" I say a knife diving into my stomach. There was something he wasn't telling me "well it's a good thing it's the present now."

At my words his eyes flutter to mine. I lock us together through our eyes. An emotion I can't quite process flutters through and he shakes his head.

"Right. Only the past" he says slowly.
"Enough of this past" I growl out "let's live in the now. Now since I am medicated, and since I have permission from the doc and since are you babysitting I am aloud to be out. So we will will spend this luxury time in the great outdoors."

He rolls his eyes and stands to his feet quickly putting on his shoes. I hop off the fallen branch making my way over to him. I point out the trail we were going to hike and follow behind him, one of my small hands held in his.

For the walk we both remain silent our eyes catching on trees and wild life. I find myself staring above more than I would like , my eyes catching on blue birds as they dart around. Following each other like they were in a fierce game of tag. As we continue to walk I find myself more comfortable lightly swaying and rubbing at the burns down my arms.

Surprisingly they hadn't hurt. At least not since Cayson scooped me up. Maybe I was healing terrifically from my Alpha gene. Or maybe the mate bond Cayson and I had were suppressing the injuries.

"I'll be right back" Cayson says holding up a one finger. My eyes narrow recalling what he did to me yesterday. Disappearing momentarily before throwing me into an icy river.
"This better not be a joke" I call watching him walk into the forest.

I stand and cross my arms preparing a scowl of some sort to give him. Perhaps if I threatened him he would take the hint to stop pranking me. Maybe if I hid and scared him he would think other wise. None of my pathetic plans seemed logical although as hurting him quite bothered me.

Minutes begin to tick by and irritated I slump against a tree closing my eyes. What seems like an hour begins to fall and I stand up beginning to pace. What ok earth was he doing in woods? What sort of trick was he playing?

"Cayson, this isn't funny" I growl my sharp tone cutting into the quite.

No answer. As if I came alone the woods remained eerily silent. No birds were chirping. No wind was swaying the green leaves above. Nothing.

Worriedly I a take a step forward my fear spiking. What if something had happened to him? You over thinking I say to myself taking in a big breathe before rolling my eyes. That's exactly what he wants. He wants me to worry so he can pull some ludicrous prank on me.

But I was wrong.

What sounds to be deep in the woods is someone calling my name. Over and over as if they were being murdered. Screaming and hollering for me to come quickly. So I do. I dash into the woods not caring that sticks were scratching against my skin. I weave in and out of lush greens stumbling on my feet like a mad women. What if the beast had returned? Or even worse the person who had set the west side a in flames? Finally I stumble into a clearing, my feet stuttering over each other as I land in mud. I shake my head and look up to see Cayson next to me his finger pointed towards the middle.

I stand up not caring that i was caked in filth. My eyes widen and my mouth falls open from the scene in front of me. Pain is the first thing that registers as I feel the deaths of each of my pack members. 8 of them total. Slaughtered mercilessly. Blood covered the grass and organs decorated the trees. I fall to my knees my shaky hands reaching out as if I could save them. Then I clasp the hand back to my side well knowing who did this.

In the middle of the bodies stands a pole with a bloody paper tapped on. I gulp and walk forward trying not to scream as pack members hot blood now coats my sneakers. With a shaky hand I reach for the note wincing when blood touches my exposed skin. My eyes scan over the thick black letters and an undeniable rage shelters in me.

Lilith,

This is only the beginning.

I have returned to finish you, such a pity I didn't kill you the same night as your parents.

~the beast.

I have one question... am I moving too fast through this book? If I am please say so :)