Three days had passed, and everything was going back to normal.

Niall arranged a special section in the pack cemetery for headstones of my dad and Clarissa, so that I could visit them anytime I wanted to. I loved it.

Even though I visited my mom's grave countless times back in Brightwater Pack, I never really had a talk with my dad like I had with her. Even though his physical body wouldn't be there, it was sweet, and I loved him even more for doing it for me.

We were scheduling a pack meeting, where Niall will officially introduce me to his pack and make me a member.

With everything that had been going on, we never got the chance to do it, but now we can since everything is settled. And even though almost every pack member already knew me, I still had to be officially introduced as Luna. I was more than happy and ready to be just that.

This is all I need.

"Hey beautiful."

I beamed at the very voice of the man I loved so much, and I threw my head over my shoulder to see him entering the small room.

"Hey handsome," I mumbled as he leaned in to kiss me. I had paint all over my hands, and I didn't want to ruin his shirt, so I settled with kissing him without wrapping my arms around him like I always do.

"Aren't you hungry? You've been painting all morning... Which is beautiful by the way," he added quickly when he saw my glare.

I had always been defensive of my paintings. People always loved them, but they rarely understood them.

"I'll grab brunch in a bit. I just want to finish this first. "

"What is it? " Niall asked as he cocked his head to the side, trying to figure out my swirls and contours.

I ogled it myself, not really sure why I was making something so...vague.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "It just came from here." I pointed to my head, causing him to laugh, but he had a focused look on his face as he continued to eye my work.

"I think...." he drawled, as I made my final stroke. "I think it's what your mind looks like. "

I scrunched my face up at how cheesy that sounded as I removed my apron.

"No for real, " he insisted. "Just look at it. You don't know what it is, meaning that you painted it subconsciously right?"

"I guess but-"

"And look at the others you've painted over the past three days. They're all similar. As if they are saying something but... I can't tell what."

"Niall you're being dramatic. It's just paint on the canvases." I waved him off. He could always make the biggest deal out of the simplest of things sometimes.

"Then why do they all look the same? "

at the five paintings I've recently made, including the now drying one, made me realise that

eyes widened as I gaped at him, offended and completely pissed at

defended. "They're beautiful and perfectly painted. Only the purest of talents could ever compare to such art." I narrowed my eyes with a firm look as he continued. "What I meant was the meaning. Look here..." He pointed at the centre of each of them, and I watched attentively.

"See what Niall? "

through the one way it knows it can reach you--art. " I rolled my eyes as I perched my hand

even though I knew what he

hiding your true pain beneath all

wrapped my arms around his neck. "No more talking," I smirked

have the conversation he had been starting. He was probably right,

an art whisperer?" I teased as I gently bit his lip. He growled sexily

art genius. I had to meet her somewhere in the middle right?" He teased back, not even

to gently graze the area, since I knew how much he loved it. I

with a paintbrush stuffed into your bun?" He asked between pecks as

But you can

he pushed all my supplies from my desk and

***

eyes from my phone and towards Asia who was

her phone before directing her gaze back to it,

been oddly calm, non-snarky and polite today--she even told me good morning. And when my best friend, Emily, from Brightwater and I were speaking on the phone, she never grimaced, commented or

smooth my ruffled dress as much as

once I had a visual of our guest, and

What are you doing here?" I asked as I gently

I had no clue why

to see you. I heard what

concluded, knowing he was the only one who could've told her. "I am gonna kill that mate of mine." I gritted out as I helped her inside. One minute I was fantasizing about the great sex we had, while in another I was thinking about ways

him Zoey. He was just worried about you. He insisted I stayed home

as she stood

thank you Asia. Always a pleasure being here too. You've gotten so big." Asia blushed at that,

heard about the accident. I'm terribly sorry." She sounded so sweet and sincere,

who killed the real

off.

you need anything? Water? Tea?"

soda will be nice. Coke maybe?" She beamed, causing

"Sure! Zoey?"

I asked, not picking up on her

anything from

smiled awkwardly

at Asia's retreating form. I didn't trust her new found kindness. Even before Victoria came and I could

It made me wonder if this was her true nature. If underneath all that hatred for me, was a decent

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