Blue Moon (Colors of the Moon #1)

Chapter 36

"Naia?"

I was sitting on the cold stone floor inside the small cell, with my eyes firmly closed. I tried to force myself to think about nothing other than the rhythm in which my chest constricted and expanded with counting each movement.

At number seventeen I slowly reached up to my chest to feel the rise and fall of my rib cage. Instead, my fingers brushed against a glass object that clattered upon making contact with my nails. It took me a moment to realize what the object wrapped around my neck was.

Sasha's potion.

An instant smile stretched my lips and my muscles relaxed. I wasn't trapped inside the small cell after all. Before I could stop myself, a small giggle passed my lips and I rested my back against the nearest wall. I wasn't trapped in here again.

"Naia? Are you having a hysteric meltdown?"

The moment the words registered in my mind, I realized that they weren't just a product of my imagination. There was an actual person speaking to me.

In an instant the smile on my lips vanished and I looked around the small room.

"Hello?"

"So, it is you, Naia. I knew I was right." The male voice sounded a little familiar, but it took me another moment before I connected it with a face.

"Larry?"

"The one and only." I could almost imagine the boyish smile that crooked his lips.

"Larry." I crawled to the right side of the cell, where his voice was coming from. "You're alive."

"Of course, I am. Did you guys already declare me dead, or what?"

"Larry." I plastered my shaking hand against the wall, while a few stray tears spilled down my cheeks. "Larry."

"Calm down." I could almost imagine him sitting on the other side of the wall. "I know you're afraid of closed spaces, but you need to fight it. Okay? I'm right here."

"I..." A chuckle huffed through my nose. "I'm not afraid."

"What?"

"I'm not afraid." I wiped the tears from the corner of my eye, while trying to ignore the smile on my lips. "I know I'm not trapped."

"This is worse than I thought," Larry muttered. "Listen to me. Now is not the right time to give into hysteria. Later you can—"

"I'm not hysteric nor crazy." I rested my head against the wall. "I'm just happy you're alive."

"Sure." The way he drawled the word told me he didn't actually believe me. "How did you even get here? And is the pack okay? Is Conner okay? Please tell me Conner's alright."

"Conner's fine, at least he was the last time I saw him." I decided to keep the fact that he had been shot to myself for now. Larry worrying about his mate was the last thing we needed right now. "And nothing happened to the pack. At least, I don't think so."

"Then how did they managed to get you?"

"It's a long story, and we don't really have time right now. I promise I'll tell you all about it when we get back to the pack."

"You speak as if we're going to break out of here." I could almost see him shaking his head. "I need to tell you something. It's going to hurt you a lot, but I need you to know the truth. I only found out about it a day ago. She came into my cell and..."

The moment he said the word she, I knew what he was about to tell me. There was only one she whose truth he would think could hurt me.

"If you're talking about my sister being a hunter, I already know. Everybody does."