When The Moon Forgot Me

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t I was still here-I was still fighting. I believe it's past time for the party's climax so, I decided to go try talking to Damon

ght his eyes, the typical charisma that pulsed around him. Yet as I entered, his laughter faltered, and his gaze narrowed

ripping with disdain. "I thought you were sick. Perhaps

he pack members turned into a cacophony of whispers, their gazes flicking from me to

ing to regain my balan

ery word, waiting for the entertaining show. "What could you possibly have to say that would matter

fought to keep my breaths st

're worthy of respect? You think anyone here speaks

el the heat rising in my chest, fueling the an

scape, but his laughter rang out behind me, sharp and bitter. "Where do yo

, nausea rolling through me with an unrelenting grip. I could taste the bile rising, and panic crawled over my skin. I sank to the f

m the hall, each taunt like

inhale that followed only brought with it the bitterness of betrayal and disappointment

done to de

reaming of a life where I could feel free, conc

ttling against the fear that cradled my heart-this would n

t coul

new world, I experienced feelings I never knew exited within me, I felt alive-free of Damon's manipulation. But each b

y to survive this torment, to provide

rush against my cheek, a reminder that I was trapped-both within the

d with you," Damon growled, dark

midst his cruelty, I would not let him see my weakness. As I squared my shoulders against

again. But today was mine,