His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 18

"Sophia and Mica," he said, watching my reaction. I was surprised he knew them. I had seen them in my dreams and the dreams were getting more and more detailed and specific each time.

"How do you know them?" I asked.

"We can't talk here, it's not safe. Meet me after dinner outside and don't bring anyone," he sounded serious, and I nodded, somehow already trusting him.

Surprisingly, he engulfed me in a hug, wrapping his arms around me fondly. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, whispering against my skin. "I'll see you soon Cynthia."

Before I could say anything, he disappeared, leaving me slightly confused. My mind was still processing the whole interaction.

Not a moment later, Gen came rushing in, already dolled up. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head when she spotted me, still in my loungewear, surrounded by piles of books.

"Artemis! The dinner starts in half an hour!" She screeched, looking panicked. She rushed to me, grabbing my hand and tugging me out of the library.

I just personally found it funny when she was annoyed enough to actually call me by my first name and not my title.

Once we entered my room, she had grabbed the dress layed out on my bed, thrusting it into my arms and ordering me to get changed.

I didn't dare argue and went into the bathroom, undressing to put the garment on.

It was a simple halter neck dress, the soft material clinging to my body until it reached mid thigh. The material cascaded around my legs, with a long slit on one side to make moving easy. It was also backless, showing my skin without being inappropriate.

I made my way out of the bathroom, where Gen was waiting.

"Sit," She gestured to the vanity seat. Once I had taken my seat, she began tugging and pulling on my hair before artfully twisting and styling it into an elegant up do.

She then swiped some red on my lips and some shimmery powder across my face.

When she was done, I was in awe.

I looked like a real Luna.

The woman staring back at me was a sophisticated lady, fitting right into this pretentious and uptight pack.

Nothing like the rough and lost little girl I really was.

I sighed, looking away from my reflection.

I was an impostor. I would never be what this pack wanted me to be. How long do they expect me to pretend?

"Luna? Are you okay?"

I snapped out of my thoughts, giving a worried Gen a reassuring smile.

"Yes, I'm fine." She didn't reply and handed me my shoes which I slipped on. She fixed up her own makeup and adjusted her bright green dress before we were both ready to go. We made our way downstairs, our arms linked.