The Luna Choosing Game

When I asked Julian if he wanted to continue the investigation, I had thought he might be a hard sell.

What I hadn’t expected was for him to put me down flat.

“No.”

“No?” I said, startled.

“No, Piper. Nicholas is right. It was wrong of me to try to include you. I knowingly placed you in danger.”

“I’m old enough to make my own choices,” I argued. “I could have said no at any time.”

“Could you? Really? At the mere mention of your wolf, you were ready to do anything. And when you felt it, and you chased after that car, you were practically out of your mind. I should have stopped you then. I should have ended the Investigation right at that moment.”

“Ending it wouldn’t solve anything,” I said. “I wasn’t lying last night. Whether I find my wolf or not, it doesn’t matter. What matters is we put a stop to the people that are doing this. I don’t care how high up the conspiracy goes.”

“Face it, Piper. We flew too close to the sun. We could have lost everything.” He looked at me with meaning, in a way I hadn’t seen before from him, or could discern. “We nearly lost you.”

I had to sit back for a moment, surprised. Since when did Julian worry about me? And he wasn’t taking it back. He was

know how to evaluate. I was so used to Julian’s

able to figure it out, because he dropped his head. When he

line of teasing it was weak, but it gave us both the opening we needed to move past an impossible moment. So I grasped onto it and

still better than your

hand to his heart. “You wound

he wasn’t serious this time. Not even a black eye could detract from the handsome factor of the

more, I knew I had to make

flattering, certainly, and I didn’t want to devalue such a rare

forget my plight because of it.

I

were at the ball, the reason I found Terry at all

something sparked in Julian’s good eye, and I hoped

“By whom?”

a black dress,” I said.