His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 25

I didn't interrupt the silence that fell over us.

"My sister was only four but she witnessed the whole thing. And my brother and I were identical twins, our sibling bond much stronger than ordinary siblings. He was only nine when he was killed," I could see the unshed tears shinning in his glassy blue eyes.

"And that's why I didn't want to accept our bond so quickly. I didn't want my pack to suffer another feral Luna, for innocents to die again," I pursed my lips.

"What your mother did was wrong and I cannot speak for her or her reasoning, but you cannot assume all rogues are feral," I softly pointed out.

"How would you know that?" He shot back.

"Again, I cannot speak for every rogue out there but I've met a great deal of rogues. Most of them are sane and normal werewolves, just looking for a home," I retorted, offended by his harsh tone.

"Yes I understand that but can you blame me for being cautious. I don't understand how she could hurt her own mate and own children. That should be impossible," I scoffed at him.

"That's awfully hypocritical of you to say," I retorted. He had the audacity to look confused by my words.

"You held me in your prisons for two weeks, no food, no water and no sunlight. You chained me with those silver cuff covered in wolfsbane, and after that you blackmailed me into staying while ignoring me the whole time I was here. Then you bit me which hurt like hell too," I argued.

"I was in constant pain not only from being in that cell but because you refused to acknowledge the mate bond, so don't come to me with that bullshit saying how could your mother hurt her mate. You're doing the exact same thing,"

As I finished speaking, I finally realised what felt so strange. The dull ache in my chest was gone. The longing in my chest where the mate bond used to tug at me painfully was no longer there.

And his touch. What felt strange about it was that the accompanying sparks that erupted on my skin where he touched me was no longer there.

This startling revelation filled me with relief but also worry. This shouldn't be normal but I was grateful for the small reprieve from the constant pain of the mate bond.

A knock on the door interrupted the silence and a doctor peeked his head in, looking surprised at me.

"I'm here to do some checks to see if the Luna is doing well," he cleared his throat. Aurelius took it as a chance to get up and leave, which I was grateful for.

I needed to speak with my uncle.

I spent the next day in hospital, reading the book my uncle gave me about The Gifted while I waited for him to arrive. The book explained all the different kinds of powers Gifted Werewolves had been bestowed by the Moon Goddess and how it would manifest in the individual.

There were three main types of gifts that were recurring.

There were The Healers, and these people could not only heal fast and miraculously, but they could heal other with just a touch.

Then there were The True Warriors, and these werewolves had exceptional strength and speed as well as faster reaction times to aid them in battle.