Tomorrow Never Dies (Moonlight 3)

Chapter 33-Feeling Lost

(Calum's POV)

I flick onto the next page, then another. Then one more. A few days ago, I stumbled across another of my grandfather's journals whilst cleaning out the roof. He's a little older here, perhaps in his mid to early twenties. Perhaps even still a teenager.

There's an image of a pack I'd assume, six smiling faces in the aged photograph.

I see more familiar words in this journal than his previous ones. These ones outlining the skills and abilities that came from their label as a golden pack. My heart ached wondering if we'd ever be a pack again to try these skills ourselves. I closed my eyes, sucking in deep breath as I sunk myself deeper into my bedsheets. I heavily doubted it though.

I'd read over pages where slowly one by one each of the pack had left, the tight knit group slowly decaying as the months passed. A girlfriend comes into play, some bad decisions and some disagreements begin to come between them. Until it's just my Grandfather, a grieving and lonely Alpha to no pack.

I look around my own room, knowing my life had begun paralleling his but in modern times. Scattered around were half eaten plates of food, empty soft drink cans and eaten food wrappings. I knew if I was human it would've been much worse. I knew it wouldn't have had much effect on me though. Kind of hard when your body heals faster than your mind does.

I'd been going to school still; but I'd find myself skipping classes by the end of the day. Every day was too difficult seeing Michael and Luke all alone like they were. I knew I'd been awful to them both. Ashton hadn't even turned up since then...

I knew I'd been the worst to him. I deserved this.

My phone buzzed daily with worried messages from Georgia, but I couldn't bring myself to answer them. I didn't want her to feel sorry for me. I'd hardly talked to her those few days at school even when her and Kaylee had sat with me. I'd just kept acting like the zombie that I felt. The girls had sat with me many a time to cheer me up, but it hadn't helped much.

A few days ago I'd noticed Luke and Michael hanging out together again with Lauchie. Kaylee might have even been with them too? Michael had even come to talk to me with Luke standing and watching from afar. So, I wondered whether the two of them might have made up somehow? I knew I could probably join them and sort things out, but it didn't feel right. I wanted the pack back but at the same time I was nowhere near ready.

I clutched onto the pendant that I'd found back in that old house. It had meaning now. It was a connection to my Grandfather who I'd never met. He spoke like it had protected them, but from what I could tell it only broke packs up. Yet it was the only thing keeping me sane right now. I was just hoping that maybe it would change things somehow.

It feels warm in my grip and I blink as I see a small red light illuminate from one of the tiny gems that decorate its surface.

I shake my head. I was imagining it surely. Yet I brush my finger along the tiny gem wondering why on Earth it would light up like this. It feels slightly warm to the touch too. I raise an eyebrow, already beginning to flick through the unread pages of the journals for some explanation.

That's when I hear a light tap on the window. I blink in alarm, nervous that Mei or someone has found me. Maybe they'd seen the advantage in me being all alone and have come to challenge me. There's nothing left to challenge me for now.

I drop the pendant back to my chest and turn to the window. I can make out a shape crouching out there, they don't seem to be attacking so I take it as a good sign.

I walk towards the window and can make out the smiling face of Lauchie waving from down below. Frowning, I undo the latch and watch as a moment later my hunter guardian comes barrelling through the window a puffy, dripping and sweaty mess. His smile fades instantly, and I know somethings wrong.

"Mi-key" He huffs, his eyes on the ground as his chest rises up and down with his every breath, "Ne-ed-s--he-lp--wi-th-Lu-ke"

I stared at him, as the clearly exhausted hunter collapsed onto my bed. Just how far had he run to make it here?

Mikey? Luke? What did he mean by all that? I searched around my room, my eyes falling on the glass of water I hadn't touched. I thrust it at him urging him to take a seat. Whatever he had to say was clearly important. He skulled the entire thing down in under a minute.

"Can you repeat that?" I asked him.

"Mikey needs your help with Luke." Lauchie repeated, much more fluently this time.