My Hunted Luna (sequel to My Broken Luna)

5. Our Family

5. Our Family: Xander's Pov

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QOTC- who wants me to start doing end of story shorts again? And if so, which ones?

Her voice breaks and she sniffles, stepping away from me and wiping under her eyes to try looking like she isn't crying. "And for a second I wish I did."

I want to do a lot of things at this point.

I want to make her look me in the eyes so I can remind her about how proud I am of how far she's come since she escaped Red Stone. She went from being afraid of having to interact with most people in the pack to being to person that puts a smile on everyone's faces.

I want to scream at the world and all the people that caused her to ever feel the way she does right now; all of those people that insulted her, all of those people that had the nerve to lay a finger on her, all of those people that made her hurt.

I want to hold her and tell her that everything is okay, but I know that I would be lying if I did that. Neither of us are okay at the moment. That's a fact.

Right now though, I can't speak. I simply wrap my arms around my mate and hold her as tight as I can, promising myself that this isn't going to be the last time I'll be able to do this. Charlotte holds onto me too, the both of us supporting each other as we try to hold ourselves together in the bathroom.

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"Why is he making that face?" I ask Charlotte, feeling a little weirded out because of the way Blake is looking at me. His eyebrows are drawn together and he looks like he's angry.

"What face?" her voice is quiet, but it's progress considering she hasn't spoken since we had our conversation in the bathroom earlier. The past few hours, Charlotte, Blake, and I have just been hanging out in peace. My mom left after about an hour and simply said that she would check up on us soon.

"That face." I gesture to Blake.

But once Charlotte's eyes move to him, his facial expression completely changes and he smiles at us. "He was just doing it- sweetheart, look! He's doing it again!" Once again, Blake starts smiling and laughing when Charlotte looks at him, then doing that weird face when she looks away. "Where is he even getting that face from?"

"What face?" she repeats.

"This one." I turn to face her and mimic the facial expression that Blake was doing.

"He got th-that from you." she says, glancing at Blake and seeing him doing the face. "That's your natural expression."

I open my mouth to deny it, but she gives me a pointed look and I slowly shut my mouth. "Ahhhhh." Blake sounds, holding up his arms and looking straight at me.

I lean forward and take him out of the bouncer, placing him between Charlotte and I on the couch. The two of us watch him, and I'm finally able to see a spark in my mate's eyes during the time we do so. Blake takes Charlotte's finger and kisses it, smiling when she kisses him on the forehead in return. He then switches over to my hand and slowly pulls one of my fingers towards him. But unlike what he did with Charlotte, he decides to latch onto my finger and attempt to bite me. "That's not how you earn kisses." I tell him, earning a small giggle from my mate.

After I remove my finger, Blake looks at me with wide eyes and then at Charlotte, as if he's expecting her to say something to me about what just happened. "Ahhhhh.." he rambles, already having shifted his attention to something else.

I know that Charlotte probably isn't going to be saying much for the remainder of the day, but I'm okay with that right now. We talked a little bit about what's going on earlier today and I know she won't want to speak much for a while. Of course I'm still going to try to make conversation and chat, but I'll most likely just gets shrugs and nods in response. Still, those things are better than her not acknowledging me at all and I'm going to take it. After all, it is progress.