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...

Valerie asks, clearly waiting for

to collect sisters anyway, he and Zaia would make amazing siblings," Sebastian

hasn't changed at

"Sebastian!" Zaia scolds lightly.

"It's not every day you find

his distracted persona

Adriana...

dude with Adriana? No, that's a bad fucking match. But who am I to question that shit whenand Val are worlds apart? Then why did she leave? Did he reject her? Is that why she left? Anger ripples through me. If that is the case, I won't be letting

treat my pack

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

make her my wife. Thank you, Atticus." "So, if she accepts, will you marry soon?" Valerie asks. "She is weak,

making Zaia

your issue?" "Daddy has many issues,"

will keep it simple, just vows and a small dinner. I don't want her to exhaust herself,"

that sounds great, if she agrees, of

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

be healed

talking and I smoke my cigarette, glad I wasn't inside for that conversation. How do you even be part