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? "

snorted. "They do not," I defended, but one look at the five paintings I've recently made, including the now drying one, made me realise that they looked the same.

cry for help." His eyes widened as I gaped at him, offended and

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. "There's just a gray, black or white circle in the middle of all of them right? So plain and dull, almost sad. But around it springs various colours and the most extravagant shapes, swirls

"See what Niall? "

heart baby. Your mind has been trying to tell you through the one way it knows

what exactly? " I asked, even though I knew what

pain beneath all the

fore finger over his lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "No

want to have the conversation he had been starting. He was

whisperer?" I teased as I gently bit his

in the middle

area, since I knew how much he loved it. I received yet another husky groan from him as he lifted me by my butt and wrapped my feet around

ever told you how incredible sexy you are with paint on your face with a paintbrush stuffed into your bun?"

But you can show

that was all he needed to hear, as he pushed all my supplies from my desk and grabbed my lips hungrily in

***

from my phone and towards Asia

directing her gaze back to it, as if saying 'you can get it,

roll, I decided to get it for the sake of the peace. She had 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 threw me eye daggers when

my ruffled dress as much as possible from me and Niall's session this morning. Once I was

eyes widened in delight once I had a visual of our guest, and I

I gently hugged her, not wanting to

had no

to see you. I heard what

told her. "I am gonna kill that mate of mine." I gritted out as I helped her inside. One minute

you. He insisted I stayed home too. He's not even aware

a bit surprised as she stood up. "It's a pleasure

being here too. You've gotten so big." Asia blushed at that, but

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

who killed the real

Victoria waved her off. "A little bruises never stopped

Tea?" She asked out

Coke maybe?" She beamed, causing me to roll my eyes

"Sure! Zoey?"

asked, not picking up on her

anything from

no thanks." I smiled awkwardly as I sat beside

I didn't trust her new found kindness. Even before Victoria came and I

still didn't speak unless necessary, but something was different. It made me wonder if this was her true nature. If underneath all that hatred for me,

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