His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 61

"I really hope this goes well," I murmured into the dark fabric of his shirt.

"Me too," he relied, gently stroking my hair. For a while, it was just silent, both of us enjoying each other's company while our minds raced.

"Can you tell me why you're so obsessed with the arrow?" He asked

"I feel like I've seen it before. I don't know where, but the jagged silver arrowhead looks familiar. Maybe I've seen it in a dream or something, but I know it's important," I could feel his doubt but he didn't comment out loud and instead nodded supportively.

"I hope we find answers soon," he sighed.

"Me too," I hummed. The silence once again settled over us like a comforting blanket.

"So you're sure that these wolves are possessed?" He asked suddenly, breaking the silence. I turned to face him, eyeing his profile as he gazed out the window with a frown.

"Yes I'm almost certain," I replied. His thoughts were muddled and I felt his anger and confusion through our mate bond. I didn't push him, just placed my hand on his chest and rubbed small circles in comfort.

"You said you were feral once. What was it like?" The unexpected question made me release a small puff of air as I gathered my thoughts.

"I remember I was always afraid. I was jumpy and paranoid, never stayed anywhere too long. I was constantly running, scared of my own shadow," I murmured. "For the longest time I didn't understand affection and loving touches. I didn't get why you would touch someone if you didn't want to hurt them."

I smiled softly as memories of Diana hugging me and holding me all day filtered through. She would pet my wolf form for hours on end, just to get me to trust her and when I shifted back, she would do things like stroke my hair or back while I was eating just to get me used to physical contact.

"I don't think my mother turned feral," I snapped out of my thoughts to look back up at Kieran, his words registering in my mind.

"That night, as I looked into her eyes, as I watched her tear apart my brother, I knew deep down that wasn't my mother. Her eyes were soulless and so full of hatred," he continued, his eyes distant with memories. I continued rubbing his chest, letting him take his time to tell me. He looked down at me, eyes boring into me with a startling intensity.

"I think she was possessed."

I decided that I was no longer needed in that moment and left to give the family some privacy. Kieran was still confused and conflicted about his mother and had quickly told his father and sister the news and they had both scurried to him, both just as conflicted and confused.

They would no doubt need to visit the pack therapist soon.

It was strange though. All this time, Kieran and the pack had hated all rogues and ferals due to the actions of the former Luna. Had they realised she had been possessed, I wonder what that would have meant for me and Conan and every other unfortunate soul who had accidentally stumbled into pack lands.

Would Kieran have accepted me and mated sooner?

That means I wouldn't have run away and I wouldn't have met all the rogues in the prisons that now formed the Silverclaw guardians.

It also meant I might not have become a spirit wolf.