Talia's POV

My life is so miserable. Just when I thought I had found way forward, I'm somehow back to where we started, broken and wounded. Just that now, I have memories of the great sex life I had with my husband, Vance, in a pack house. I definitely am a Luna, I had the hunch, but nothing solid to base it on.


'I'm the Luna of Moonstone, Kael." I told him while he is face was next to mine, trying to get all the blood crusts out with a wet warm towel.

'What you are is delirious, you need to rest." He said to me flippantly, disregarding what I said on the spot.

'Don't call me that." My breaths are heavy and I can barely sit upright, but I'm very sure about what I saw. I feel I still have most of my memories somewhere there, I just need to be able to access them. Accessing them is what beats me, what is beyond me.


'Talia, if you could just keep still, we could get this over with very fast." He said. 'Raise your arms this way." He instructed, helping me lift the arm I fell on.

I raised it up like a puppy, at least I thought I did. That's when we both discovered that it's broken.


Kael started to pull it, with me wincing at every single inch straighter with which it grew. The pain was intense and almost unbearable.

At first, I had the remnant of my strength to protest and fight him, but it got to the point where all the strength I had was to keep alive and live out all the treatment and massage he was giving.

'Sorry." He said, after doing a very rough lift of my broken arm. I can hear myself sounding like a dying bird, but I'm honestly just trying to live it out.

'I'm sorry." I said to him. After observing for a while how he carefully treated me and tended to all my old, new and re-opened wounds.

'What for?" He asked, stopping what he was doing.

'For everything." I croaked. The tears are welled up in my eyes and my vision is very blurry, I can see him looking at me, but I can't really make out his sharp jawline, or his beautiful eyes he used to peer at me, or his pointed nose, or his jutting collar bones, or his toned arms…

'I signed up for it." He replied, reassuringly. 'Not just the first time I saw you and took you up mistaking you for ... .but also when I dashed out of the house, scared that you've, someway, somehow found your destiny and abandoned me to my loathfully lonely life." His voice is not as strong and as macho as it used to be.

'I wouldn't do that if it was in my power to come back to tell you" I replied to him, half conscious.

'But you would leave me?" He asked.

'I don't know what to say." I replied to him weakly.

'It's really simple, Talia." He stressed, but he's back to massaging and tending. 'It's only too simple."

Then there's the uncomfortable silence. The silence that bodes something very uncomfortable. Something that is yet to be said, but if said, might cause more rupture than there already is.

'I don't want to break your heart." I said.

'You already are." He said, point blank. 'You have done so a million times." He continued.

'You think so." I asked him, hurt.

'Don't make me go over this, Talia." He said, sounding pissed already. 'Let's just be civil and do what we have to, shall we?" He asked, looking pissed already.

'You really do not like me anymore?" I asked him sheepishly.

'Don't do that Talia." He roared.

'Ouch." In the heat of his anger, he mishandled my arm which he was stretching, making me whine in pain.

'I'm sorry." He said in a somber tone.

None of us said anything anymore. The silence was heavy as the air still.

'Thank you." I said after he put all the final touches, lifting my legs up and laying me to rest on the bed.

'I'll be outside." He courtesies and begins to walk out of the door.

'Please don't leave me be." I begged him.

'You have to make up your mind." He shot at me. 'Leaving me be was the exact thing you wanted when…"

'Please stop making reference to that." I begged, 'we are just going to keep going round in circles with no way out."

'And how sure are you that it's not fine by me." I knew he was being sarcastic, but still it got to me.

'No one does." I replied. 'If you did you would not be here, in this moment, having this discussion with me."

'Don't be so sure." He said.

'Come here, would you just cooperate with me?" I asked him, sincerely.

'Cooperate over what?" He lashed back. ' And to what end? What do I stand to gain? What have I ever gained?"

'When we look at it like that it makes this whole thing seem like a transaction." I really want to correct his view on a number of things that have constantly made us clash, but I also have to agree with him that either ways, we are never going to end up together, which is what I think he wants so badly, so trying to make his see things from a better perspective would be giving rose coloured glasses to a dying man.

'If it makes you feel any better, I have nothing to give. So it really is not one." I caught him by surprise a little bit, but he quickly adjusted. I'm sure he was expecting me to attack him for what he said, but not only am I too tired and bored of that, it is never going to be a way out.

'Oh. You do." He said, turning to look at me as he had been backing me the whole time. 'You do."