Running Wolf

15: truths

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This was really awkward. Was Katya's first thought.

She and Caleb sat together in the beds in what seemed to be the infirmary. The nurses seemed lost. Caleb told her since werewolves are so quick too heal the infirmary aren't really of use, beside bloodily battles. But Elijah demanded that they keep watch of Katya at all times, guarding this room with their lives. It just made Katya feel more like shit. She already put enough lives in danger.

What also bothers her is that she herself felt lost. She has no idea what is going on around her and every time she asked, people just smile at her or told her to go back to sleep. And they keep call her Luna. She knows that it has something to do with the moon? Like lunar eclipse. But wouldn't wolves possessed by the moon be too cliche?

She shakes her head from her thoughts. How can werewolves be real? How is she even real? A witch and maybe a wolf? Shit. Just shit.

"Luna? We have breakfast for you." Two of the nurses poked their heads into the room. "You as well." She nods to Caleb.

"Please. Call me Katya. Unless you want to explain to me what a Luna is?" She asked, hopeful that they'll give her an answer. But they both shake their head.

They brought in a plate of waffles, orange juice and yogurt. She licked her lips. All she's been able to eat was soup.

"What in here?" She asked.

"Strawberry banana yogurt with blueberry and banana waffles."

Her smile immediately flattened. She hates bananas.

"Caleb, off the bed." She asked. He does, and she slides off of it herself.

Luna, you're not-"

"I'm fine. I hate bananas. I can make my own breakfast. Caleb, give me your hand." Her brother does so and she pushes much of her weight on him, walking gingerly, the sparks of pain are small and uncomfortable on her back.

Once she gets into the kitchen, all the heads turn to her but she's so hungry she could care less. "Good morning everyone." She mumbles.

"Good morning, Luna." Everyone says together. She grits her teeth and whips around, eyes narrowed and dark.

"Stop call me that, dammit. I am not your Luna so stop this. Now." The majority bow their head and she grabs the cup Caleb has poured for her.

"I'm not hungry anymore. I'll be in the living room. Alone. Got make friends or something." She gives him a smile and a shove as he pouts, his brows furrowed in confusion but he goes anyway.

.

The living room was nice. Had a view of the fresh snow the had fallen last night and a warming fire. The sofa were soft and a black blanket for her to cover under. She nearly wanted to fall asleep.

Just as her eyes were about to shut she felt a hand clasp over her shoulder. Her hands moved before she opened her eyes to see whoever it was. She nearly twisted the hand when her eyes landed on an older woman. She had salt and pepper kind of hair, dreads actually. Long but tied with sticks. She wore an skirt with a sweater and has somewhat dark skin, a lot of shades lighter than Elijah. She had big golden earrings that make her ears hang low.

"Oh," Katya blushes, taking her hands off the woman. "I apologize."

"Ah, it's alright Luna. Not the best at approaching people I must say." She rubs one of her multiple rings as she stares at Katya.

"I'm not-"

"But you are. And very in denial about it. It's annoying. Not just to me but everyone else so stop it. It's getting real old girl."