I Am The Luna

I can hear them talking. There's a window open somewhere, but I remain where I am, smoking my cigarette.

"...joining us?" Zaia's faint voice reaches me.

"No," Valerie's voice comes.

"Oh..." "Sorry," Valerie's quiet voice comes.

"Don't be. He has every right to do what feels best for him," Hugh says.

He could have been the one dead... Jai could have been alive and with Valerie... I push the intruding thought away. Seeing him had brought those memories back with vengeance. What if he had been the one I managed to kill? Not knowing the truth, if I killed him, would I have regretted it? But then again, I have done enough to fuel the demons within my mind.

"Dad, is everything alright?" Zaia asks.

"Yes, however, life is short... and so, with your blessing of course, Atticus... I want to ask Shelby to marry me," Hugh's voice comes. "I mean, I have had this conversation with you, Atticus, a while back, but I hope it still stands, even if her health is not at its best. I still want her to be my wife." There are a few gasps.

"Hot diggedy!" The Menace exclaims as Valerie and Zaia sound excited as they kind of, squeal? Sounds like that anyway.

Women can be weird...

clearly

for it. Atticus loves to collect sisters anyway, he and Zaia would make

hasn't

"Sebastian!" Zaia scolds lightly.

not every day you find the right

behaviour, his distracted

Adriana...

Adriana? No, that's a bad fucking match.

my pack members

not agree... but I'm sure it would make her happy, nonetheless." "If things don't go as planned... I

short, but I do love her, and I would love to make her my wife. Thank you, Atticus." "So, if she accepts, will you marry soon?" Valerie asks. "She is weak, and won't be able to

the wedding!" Valerie growls, making Zaia chuckle softly

is your issue?" "Daddy has many issues," the Menace

small dinner. I don't want her to exhaust herself," Hugh

great, if she agrees,

she will. And we can do a small thing in the house and make sure she can rest as much as possible," Zaia

maybe she'll be healed by then," Valerie

my cigarette, glad I wasn't inside for that conversation. How do you even be part of that conversation? I hear the front door open