I Am The Luna

Chapter 0427

VALERIE.

Sleep comes and goes as we travel towards the Whispering Mountain Pack. It’s a long drive, and we’ll be there in another three hours. Damien and Anthony stayed behind to keep an eye on things, and I did manage to check Anthony’s injuries before we left. He’ll be ok with some rest.

Adriana has a fever, and she’s fallen unconscious again, something that happened pretty soon after she was initiated into our little pack.

I stare out at the passing scenery, wondering why the Whispering Mountain Pack? I mean, that’s where Zaia had messaged us to go. Is it because Zade is with me? I wonder if Sebastian didn’t want him on his pack grounds… I’m itching to ask Zaia, but that’s something I’ll hold off on and ask her in person.

But it did add an extra hour to our journey. I sigh heavily as I adjust my position in my seat, feeling Zade’s eyes on me.

“Want me to drive?” I ask. I still haven’t had a look at his wounds. I mean, he was covered in blood in that house.

“No, I’m good,” he answers, although I know for a fact he isn’t. “What’s on your mind, baby girl?”

sigh softly. “Everything,” I say, looking over at him. Why does

under the shadow of his cap, making my heart flutter.

he replies. For a moment I feel his aura ripple around him, his hand tightening ever so slightly on

about seeing them all again?‘ I ask softly through the mind–link. He’s worrying about me, and yeah, I’m worried, but I’m more worried about how

see anyone much in

squeezes when I look at

many years in

– For years…

you are capable of. You could have escaped if you wanted

was the only way he’d catch a glimpse of me… but did he stay there… for

being a bit obnoxious, but…

a long stretch of silence. Almost as if he’s

I’m wrong, my Sexy Stallion…

I tried, I could have,‘ he

skips a beat, and I reach over, placing my hand on

unable to calm my

whispers back, leaning over and kissing my lips softly.

fall silent, my chest heaving as I try to calm my emotions.

and threading

and I wish that

me off as they ignite a rivet of

really do talk too much,” he murmurs, making my heart flutter. “What matters is

I whisper weakly, forcing him back, although I

I’m not you Little Mate,” he smirks slightly as he sits