The Luna He Didn't Choose

oice as it pierces the atmosphere. In the training yard, he stands opposite m

e too serious and laughed at my jokes, but this isn't the Logan

nt to be when I snap. The rage I've suppressed for years comes r

ps. Eli, you've never had an option. N

he pack has always been about tradition, duty, and family. And I lost myself in it all sometime alon

u're not the same," my voice shaking with

flashes in his gaze, and my heartbeat quickens. "Back then, Eli,

eeliness in his eyes that makes him distant and unreachable. This Alpha-in-training, who has been tempered by the p

g, I step back. "I

y something-explain, apologize-but then he appears to ca

d moves toward the middle of the yard. The air reverberates wi

d-the last time we were together. However, the years and distance have cause

ike this. I expected to discover something comfy and familiar. Rather, I feel as t

r standing just beyond the yard, observing me solemnly. Her eyes are unhappy, and her lips

end something. Logan has changed since you last saw him. He has s

That's it, then? Am I exp

ys, her voice shaking. "Logan is powerful. He is comp

st? Not for me, of course. This is not how I want to be with him. His position, strength, or duty don't matter to

hisper, I confess, "I don't even know

he only response that counts. "Your location is n

tations, this? I feel like I'm being caught in an unavoidable web that keeps becoming tighte

I yell, "I'm not just some piece

Eli. I really am. However, we've found ourselves in a tight spot. This surp

t Logan's voice breaks the ten

ur mother is correct. Y

rn to face him. "You ha

y. There is no mistaking the wrath in his voice. "Eli, I don't have to give you an expl

ize Logan like this; he doesn't care about me and wou

!" Before I can stop myself, I yell. "You

me for a long, agonizing period. "Eli, you m

er wants me, something I haven't let myself acknowledge up until now. Everything that we previously sh

ould have ever imagined, but before I can cope, s

erates throug

skips a beat. It serves as a war

is lips. He murmurs, "It's not just the pack we need to worry about," in

?" Panic rising i

s as hard as stone as he turns and walks

at cry in earshot. Not when it seems l

ahead. Something that is out of our control. The past, prese

what lies in the shadows as I