Healing Hearts

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She saw the red in his eyes, glowing in the dark. Her bones started to quiver as she felt her body give into a submissive position. She let out a long apologetic whine, whimpering as her wolf cried.

Just when she thought she was safe, thought she was forgiven, the Alpha wolf bared his teeth.

He lunged.

The she-wolf's eyes widen, but her body couldn't move fast enough as his teeth plunged into her neck.

The Luna jilted awake, a cold sweat formed against her skin as her hands gripped the bed sheets as if death almost grabbed her when she was sleeping. She asserted the room, her eyes glancing from each darken shadow to the next. The window was barley open, letting the summer heat air in and the scent of the wild.

She let out a breath of relief, turning to look at the male wolf sleeping next to her. Her Alpha had his arm wrapped around her torso as he had her back side resting against his front. His shaggy blond hair was over his eyes— in a desperate need of a hair cut. She swallowed before wiggling out of his embrace.

The hardwoods floor was cold against her feet, making her wish she wore a pair of warm socks to bed. She glanced outside, still worried about a wolf attacking her. Her fingers curled against the window, her eyes wondering around as she looked for a red glow in the night.

"It was only a dream, Denice. It's nothing to get scared over," she whispered to herself, deciding to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Before heading through the door, she looked back at her chosen mate, slightly sadden that he and his wolf couldn't seem to feel that she needed someone beside her at the moment.

She didn't blame him. Even if the Moon Goddess blessed them, their bond wouldn't be as powerful as the one with their true mates. Plus, he had a whole pack to run and he didn't need his chosen mate's nightmares on top of it.

The Luna left the room.

Her feet padded the floor as she descended down the stairs. She heard the floor board creak from underneath her weight, and she froze for a moment— thinking she might had made her location known to whatever that was haunting her in her dreams, making them nightmares.

The hairs on the back of her neck rose, making her bare her teeth without any noise. She sniffed the air once, relaxing as she realized who it was. She narrowed her eyes at the door, still unwelcoming towards the person who she assumed to be leaning against it.

"What are you doing here?" The Luna jumped, spinning around the see a woman leaning against the wall next to the kitchen. The woman raised her eyebrow, a flicker of sadness washed over her eyes before her tears evaporated in thin air.

The Luna shook her head, her hands sweating as she stared at her. "That's none of your business, and I could ask you the same thing," she snapped back, crossing her arms over her chest. "You have your own home, Doctor Layla," she added, proving her point even further.

"Doesn't mean I'm not welcomed to stay at the Pack House," Layla rebutted, pushing herself against the wall. She glanced up the stairs, smirking in mockery to hide the pain she still felt inside.

"Don't," The Luna warned, deadly serious, "I'm not in the mood."

Layla sighed, but respected her Luna's wishes. "There's a cup of water with some sleeping pills," she filled the void, nodding her head towards the cup in the other room. She may still feel some unlikable emotions towards her Luna, but as the Head Pack Doctor, she has to push her feelings aside.

Denice shook her head, "I'll ask again, Layla, why are you even here?"

She shrugged her shoulders again, "I wanted to talk to you. It's been a month, Denice."