I Am The Luna

“Oh… I’m sorry.” I wish he told me. Shelby treated me well and always made me feel

welcome.

“You had a lot going on, besides Miss Linette has been taking good care of her.”

“Thank you, Patrick,” I reply. “We have two injured she–wolves who need medical care, preferably in their quarters. I will tend to them, but I did message ahead regarding the herbs I needed?”

“All ready for you, Miss Valerie, but we do have doctors on hand. You need rest.”

“That would be great. There are a few checks I want run on one of the ladies by your doctors. and I will handle the treatment of the other,” I say with a smile. Patrick glances furtively at

Zade.

“Of course, Doctor Scott. We will bring the ladies in,” he says, motioning to the left and I hear footsteps and see two stretchers brought forward. Zade reaches into the back of the car taking Ada out first before he places her on the stretcher and then lifts Adriana down. “And I will get a doctor to come right away.”

I nod as Zade grabs our luggage and locks the car.

“Do you need help… sir?” One of Atticus‘ men asks him.

“I’m good,” Zade replies.

I can feel eyes on me, but tenfold more so on Zade. He keeps his hood up, although I’m certain everyone here knows who he is, and I don’t think he’s trying to hide.

I step closer to him, taking his hand slowly and lace my fingers with his as I lead the way inside Atticus’s mansion and upstairs, guided by Patrick. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

I had already told Atticus I had two injured women with us, and he had promised he’d have rooms ready, and he delivered. They are put in large comfortable rooms to the left of us. Zade places the bags down in our allocated room before we head to Ada’s room.

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I check in on her, telling the doctor exactly what her situation is and what tests I want to

my way run. He nods as he takes notes and I’m confident he’ll do his job. I then make Adriana’s room and I’m relieved to see the herbs and the tools are all here for me.

I smile. I can smell Atticus’s scent from these halls and it feels homely. I might have shouted at him, but it’s always nice to see him. I get to work applying the herb balm as Zade leans

against the wall, watching me.

It hasn’t even been five minutes when I hear the sound of Atticus’s footsteps. You can’t miss the sound of his brogues against the wooden floors. He knocks on the open door, and steps

inside.

“I do apologise…” he trails off, and I turn when his heartbeat quickens. 2

the smel He turns away the moment I turn to look at him, and I’m surprised to see frown. on his face. I glance at Zade, wondering what happened?

“Welcome, the both of you,” he says, clearing his throat and holding his hand out to Zade.

Strange.

I shake my head getting back to work, but pause when I realise he hasn’t approached me.

“Are you still mad at me?” I ask.

“I was never mad at you…” he answers, but still, he stays in the doorway.

“Oh ok, then no hug?” I ask and this time Zade looks up, observing Atticus sharply.

My brother runs his fingers through his hair before smiling and approaching me. I stand up, and he hugs me, his heart thudding oddly.

What is wrong with him?

“You ok?” I question, now feeling concerned.

“Yeah, I just… didn’t realise that you had… people who were injured this severely with you.”

I sigh as I pull away and look at Adriana.

“Yeah… this is Adriana, and her sister Ada is in the other room. Both were targeted by the

“I Arkan, the human hunters. Just look at her injuries. They show no mercy Atticus.” I explain, my anger towards the hunters bubbling within me.

He nods as he backs up, and for a moment, I wonder if blood got to him. No, that’s silly. He’s been around blood pretty often.

“Well, it’s good to have you here. My staff will bring you food. You and your friends will be safe here. I bid you both a goodnight and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He nods at Zade’s before leaving, and I just stare questioningly at Zade.

“That was weird.‘

‘Maybe he’s just throwing a tantrum since you didn’t take his calls earlier?”

‘No… that’s… I don’t know.‘ I shake my head, realising I didn’t even get to ask how his mom was doing. Maybe he‘ just stressed and tired.

Once I’m done with Adriana, I sigh a breath of relief. Her fever was already going down, and she looked calmer, too. By tomorrow evening, I’m certain she’ll be much, much better.