Page 26 of Rising Luna
The image of Silas's face when Hunter reminded him he hired Hunter to kill me kept playing through my head. The moment I saw him kneel before me to apologize and accept the bond so we could move forward, I knew sending him here would mean I would have to see him everywhere. It was a risk I was willing to take so he would have to suffer the consequences of rejecting me. Most people who came here felt overwhelming happiness when their mates accepted them. At that moment, I didn't.
Now... I'm regretting sending him here.
I thought it would be easy to watch him regret doing what he did. It would be interesting to see how he apologized to me correctly instead of thinking his weak one would work on me. Instead, the meaner I am to him, the more my wolf whimpers at seeing the defeated look on his face. I wasn't ready to forgive him just yet, but I wished I could enjoy seeing him grovel a bit more. This sucked.
It's because you aren't as mean spirited as you like to think you are.
No, I am. I'd love to see Lupe suffer.
Lupe is different. She's evil.
Well, that's true.
Silas is proving how sorry he is. That's why.
My wolf was right. I didn't like how easy it was for him to snake his way back into my heart, though. I felt bad for him the more I pushed him away. No matter how much I wanted to throttle him, I wanted to reassure him I just needed to move past this and then everything would be okay. The guy rejected me because his father's hatred screwed with him. After he realized his father's hatred didn't have to be his, he came hereto apologize. When I rejected him, I didn’t expect him to try so hard to make everything right. I anticipated his fury, mirroring my own. Instead, he looked like I ripped out his heart every time he looked at me.
I still want him to write that letter,I told my wolf.
That's fine. Just remember, the Great Moon gave him to us for a reason.
I hated my wolf sometimes. She loved to butt in where I didn't need her commentary. Sometimes I put her in a cage in my mind just to teach her a lesson. It would cause a war where she thought it would be funny to wake me up in the middle of the night. I lost sleep any time I put her in a cage, and I didn't have time for restless nights, so I let it go. For now.
The weekend went by in a flash. Most of it, I spent trying to watch Lupe's movements. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She didn't leave the campus at all. While we ate meals, she had been in the room and sitting with other teachers. Wilcox was the one who didn't show often, but I was pretty sure she needed to deal with whatever was going on in her personal life instead of something nefarious.
Silas stayed away from me the whole weekend as well. I thought he would try to get my attention after what happened during the mentorship class, but no. I saw him at meals, but that was it. He didn't look our way either when he sat at another table. I wondered if he was giving me space, or if I had hurt his feelings during class. I was going with the latter, though.
Monday rolled around, and I let out a groan when our alarm went off. Being sandwiched between Jackson and Hunter had me wishing I didn't have to leave my bed. Their warmth and presence were enough for me to want to stay nestled between my cozy protective human heaters. Feeling the hard planes of their muscles and even their hardened lengths press against me,well, that had me wanting to blow off class and spend the day using their cocks to fuck the bad mood out of me.
Maybe I should.
No. I wanted to graduate in a few weeks and I needed to pass my classes. If I wanted that to happen, that meant I needed to attend to all of them and pass with flying colors. With a groan, I climbed over Jackson to get to the shower. He grabbed onto my waist and pulled me back down onto the bed. His nose found the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply. His coffee and whiskey scent poured over me and made me want to skip class again as heat traveled to my core. The need to feel him more than just holding me against him flooded my mind. Jackson chuckled as he scraped his teeth against my skin. I groaned and leaned my head to the side to give him better access.
"Mmm. Do we need to go to class today?"
It was like he read my mind. I heard Hunter move behind us, and then his deep voice broke through the haze I was in from Jackson's advances.
"We need to attend classes. If we don't, then we can't keep track of Lupe's movements."
It popped my bubble of happiness at the mention of Lupe. Hunter was right, though. We needed to go not only to graduate, but to keep tabs on Lupe. It was annoying, and I hated every second knowing I couldn't just spend time with my mates here. However, no one else knew the things I did. Sometimes I thought about bringing Wilcox up to date, especially after the assembly and seeing Wilcox's face toward Lupe. She knew something was up, but didn't know what. If it wasn't for Wilcox losing her damn mind over a Fae, I would bring her in, but because a Fae could derail her, I didn’t want her involved.
With another groan, I rolled off the bed and headed toward the shower, successfully this time. Jackson and Hunter came in shortly after me. Thankfully, the shower could hold all three ofus and then some. I stepped in, already naked from activities the night before, and put myself under the hot water. It felt great having the hot water pour over my skin. The heat from the water relaxed my mind as I tried to push away the thoughts of just marching into Lupe's office and killing her. I didn't need to have a trial over killing someone who was evil. Lupe made my proof disappear when she took the bodies. A trial would be the end of me.
Someone placed hands on my shoulders before urging me to move out from under the water. When I looked over my shoulder, Hunter was guiding me to put my back against the cold tile. I hissed as the cold touched my skin and arched my back to keep my skin off it. Hunter chuckled before pressing his body against me. I felt his cock against my stomach, and once again I wondered if it would be a bad thing to skip class today.
"What can I do to help you relax?" he asked me.
"Lupe's head on a platter?"
This time, he laughed. "Besides that. We are working on that, but we need more if we want to get her locked up."
"No, Hunter. Not locked up. Lupe needs to die. She's figuring out how to make people lose themselves to their wolves. That's not something I want around any werewolf at any time."
He pressed his forehead against mine. "Sweetheart, we still need to gather evidence against her. I'm sure you are aware, if you go in there and kill her-"
“They’ll put me on trial, and then they’ll imprison me instead of her.”
"Yes."
