Chapter 116
She has her head buried into his side, great heaving sobs coming out. Her body trembles with the grief pouring from her soul,
“I was jealous of you, Kennedy. I would pray to the moon to make me like you every night. I would lay in my bed, praying to have what you had so he would just give me a chance – One of her red–rimmed eyes opens up to look at me.
“I wanted this. I wanted you to suffer so much. I would daydream of the day I would see you suffer the way I did back then. I wanted everything I went through to happen to you. Now it’s happening, and I want to take it all back. I thought that this would make me feel better, that somehow seeing you suffer would make me feel good. It doesn’t, and now I’m going to pray to the moon for your suffering to stop. No one deserves this. Not even you.
“Rya-” A choked out sound comes from her throat. Her brown eyes look up at me; I used to think they weren’t pretty, but they are in her own
way.
“No, let me finish because once I say it, I won’t say it again. Our history together will be done.” Taking a deep breath, I let the weight that has been dragging me down for years fall off my shoulders, and I sigh with pleasure this feeling is causing me.
“I want to give you my forgiveness. I can’t give you anything else I have, but I can forgive you.” I get up. I don’t want to say anything else. She needs to figure out the rest for herself. I just wanted to say what I had to say and ease her burden slightly.
“Cash, can you leave for a moment? I need to say something to Rya before she leaves. I watch as Cash untangles his body from hers. She sits up on the bed, covers pooling around her waist. She waits until the door closes before saying what she has to say.
“If you forgive me, then you need to forgive Clayton, Rya. Please just give him a chance. He’s a good wolf.” She can barely get the words out, emotions making her voice tight. I bet she never thought she would say something like that to me.
“Rya, he’s going to try and push you away so you don’t like him. He’s going to say and do things to you that he doesn’t really mean. Just try to look deeper at him because what you will find is someone you were made for.” This is causing her pain to say, letting him go to
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someone else. Except I don’t want what she had.
Getting out my phone, I play her his last voice mail that I’ve saved. The only one I listen to over and over again.
Watching her face the whole time she holds my eyes, not looking away, as if willing whole body to do something incredibly hard.
her
He’s lying.” That’s all she says, nothing more, before she lays herself back down on the bed.
I say nothing back for a moment because my sound is caught in
my throat.
“Goodbye, Kennedy.”
“Goodbye, Rya.” Her voice is muffled by the door being closed behind me.
Mist saturates the morning
in a heavy silence.
Luna Grace and Alpha Clinton stand side by side, my bags tucked away in the trunk of the
car.
“Come here.” Luna Grace’s arms open wide for me as I step into her warm embrace.
“We want to say that we have come to love you like our own. You will always have a place here if you want.” Her kiss against my cheek is soft and comforting.
“Little Moon, shoulders back, head up, remember who you are.” He has a light sheen to his eyes before he places a small kiss to the top of my head.
“Carson, we’ll see you back soon. Be good.” The Alpha’s stern voice hits Carson in his chest.
The sound of the car door slamming shut echoes into the forest, startling the birds to take flight.
Tilting my head to the right, I watch as the land goes by in a blur from the windshield of the car. My right leg tucked underneath me starts to cramp up slightly with the need to get out
The warm wind tosses my hair around my head. Carson has to drive with the window down, mumbling something under his breath about needing the air.
“Carson, can we stop soon? I need to stretch for a minute, and I’m hungry. I skipped breakfast.” He grumbles something under his breath. I think he’s trying to break the record on how fast he can get me back home..
We stop at a roadside diner with a gas pump out front along, the highway that snakes this way and that.
Walking into the place, it’s an interesting cross–section of human society. Truck drivers sitting alone, giving their orders to the waitresses with a shrug, while reading the paper. Families with their kids who can’t sit still from being cooped up for so long in a car. Some locals engaging in coffee conversations about last night’s game, the short order cook putting his two cents in every now and then as he comes out from finishing an order.
