Part 3
Luna's pov
I wake It's November 16th, My Birthday. I stretch and sit up. I get dressed in a Off the shoulder top black crop top, I put on Dark Grey jeans , and A White Flannel. I walk to The kitchen. A Forest and Hawaiian scent fills my nose. "MATE"my wolf screams . I turn and run."sorry Zeno talk to you later " I say running. I get outside it dissappeared. I sit down . "Happy Birthday! !!!"I hear Dante yell coming up behind me and hugging me. I giggle. " Hey Big Bad Blue Wolf giggle. "Growl "Dante says. I laugh. "HOTEL TRANSYLVANIA BLAH BLAH BLAH " I yell. He laughs so hard Hes crying. I laugh at the thought if it were just laughing to death on the floor same scent fills I pop up And run Jumping in the pool. And swimming to the bottom and Open a gate I go in shutting it the water drains from the gate and I Land on my feet. " great, To think I've wanted a mate now I don't ."I say as I See Zeno walk in and he has the scent . I widen my eyes backing up. "MINE."Zeno growls at me . I back up then turn and run he's faster than me. He slams me against the wall . I stare up at him ."Your Mine Got that!?"He growls. I nod . His lips slam into mine. I don't know why i kiss him back."I've wanted to kiss you since you looked at me first time we met."He says. I blush. I push him off."I have to go!"I yell. I run. Tears stream . I hear him growl, heavy steps behind me . I Run faster . " LUNA!"HE growls. I turn and run past him I open the gate and swim up. I get out and run, I hide in The closet of my room. Banging fills the room. Tears stream. "GO AWAY!"I Yell my voice shakey. I see Him enter the room. I curl in a ball sobbing. Remembering dad, he survived he's in intensive care..."Luna?"Zeno says Sitting and putting him on his lap I put my head on his chest tears streaming ."It's not fair!"I say sobbing. " what?"Zeno asks."daddy doesn't deserve to be in inensive care! I should be, but Zack shot dad Instead."I say crying. He growls."I'm sorry " Zeno says. I fall asleep in Zeno's arms.
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