The Other Luna

Day 4

The first thing I tried to do when I woke up was bring my hands to my neck. It didn't take me very long to realize I had a machine breathing for me and that my arms and legs were tied down. I fought the resistance for a while, thinking that now that I was awake someone would let me free, but I decided it wasn't worth my effort and stared at the shadow that looked a little like a piece of broccoli on the ceiling.

I'm not sure how long I stood still for, but at one point I began to get bored. Very, very bored. I lifted my head slightly to look at my restraints and realized that if I pulled really hard, I could slip my hand through the band. I squirmed a little as I tried to free one hand and in no time, I was able to untie my other hand, take out whatever needles and machines were hooked up to me and free my legs. Finally able to look around the room, I could see that I was in the infirmary.

For a second, I wondered why I was the infirmary in the first place before I remembered what happened that night. I left the infirmary and quickly made my way to my room, feeling the need to take a shower. The hallways were empty and dark, leading me to believe it was sometime in the night. When I got to my room and flipped the switch to illuminate it, my eyes burned so I decided to stay in darkness for a little while longer. It was hard to see, but one look in the mirror told proved how sickly I looked.

My skin had paled and I was noticeably thinner. It made me wonder how long I had been tied to that table. Dried blood and small cuts littered my neck and once again I wondered how long I had been tied to the table. Usually, the cuts would have healed in a couple hours due to my werewolf blood. It was only now that I realized that my hands were bandaged. I had gotten dried blood under my nails and nail-shaped cuts were made into my palm. I jumped into the shower and scrubbed my body clean when I got out, I scrubbed under my nails in the sink.

I was beginning to get hungry and for the third time that night I wondered how long I was unconscious for. I felt no pressure what so ever to go find a nurse or wake someone up to tell them I was alive, which I knew I probably should've done. Instead, I made myself some eggs and sat inside the kitchen in the dark. I was getting tired again and so I rested my head on the countertop and mumbled to myself,

"A little nap never hurt anyone" before drifting off.

The second time I woke up I panicked, not expecting to be restrained yet again. All the muscles in my body got tense as I tried to pull my hands from the binds. This time, the bonds were much tighter, and I couldn't slip my hands out. I didn't have a machine breathing for me anymore, nor any needles. At least, not any that I could see or feel. I had no interest at looking at weirdly shaped shadows on the ceiling this time. I sent a mind link to Brooke.

"I'm in the infirmary tied to a table, can you come get me out."

"Sure, but I can't hang out with you today, I'm busy"

"Whatever, I need out. Now."

4 minutes later I was untied and ready to go. She didn’t say much which annoyed me considering I had so many questions. After she ran off I decided to find out why I was tied to a table. My plans changed, however, when I passed by a mirror. In the light, I could see myself more clearly than the first time and it was only now that I realized how ghostly pale I had become and my hair had started growing grey from the roots. The roots of my hair tended to change color depending on how stressed I was lately. If I was stressed for a long time my hair would start to grow grey. Once I took a week or two to relax my hair would grow back in its natural color. I had to cut it, if not it would look weird.

I got to my room, cracked open a window so I could freshen up the room and locked the bathroom door behind me. I took a shower and quickly cut my brown locks off were they turned grey. Now I had a pixie cut. I didn't really mind though, for one I was used to having to cut my hair when it changed colors, but I had wanted to cut my hair anyway. When I finished in the bathroom, I came into my room to tidy up a little. I really hated mess and I had found some clothing I had forgotten to put away. As I did so, I could hear people talking outside my window.

"I don't know where she went"

"What do you mean, you don't know where she went" It was Aiden.

"Well you see, she's gone"

"Find her" It was silent for a moment before I heard Aiden speak again

"Do you think she ran away?"

"No Alpha"

"Will she be okay?"

"I don't know Alpha"

"What happened to her?"

"Her mate mated with another female" Once again it was silent, Aiden realizing that it was his fault.

"What's going to happen to her now?"

"Well, eventually she's going to go into heat and when she does her wolf will register that her mate mated with another female and she could go through immense pain until he mates with her. You can't really tell what will happen though since it is different for every female and the rank of her mate can also affect how much pain she will be in." I dug my nails into my skin and stepped back from the window. He was an Alpha. He was the highest rank possible. What would happen to me?

I tried to comfort myself by saying that I wouldn't have any problems, but I had heard the stories as a child. What was going to happen, was going to happen and there was nothing I could do about it. Only Aiden could save me now.

I walked out of the pack house like I owned it. My combat boots and my flannel gave me confidence. I could tell people thought I had died my hair. I didn't really care about what they thought. I quickly found Max hanging out with the other girls and boys his age. It was the first I had seen him interacting with other kids his age. When he saw me, his face lit up.

"Mia!! You haven't visited me in a long time" he threw his arms out at his sides, showing me how long ago the last time I visited him was. How long was I really asleep?

"I'm sorry Max, I've been really busy. I can't stay to talk very long though. I promise to visit again tomorrow for longer though.

He seemed a bit disappointed but didn't say anything as he walked off to play with his friends. Olivia was glaring at me and I raised one perfect eyebrow at her. She quickly looked away. Did she just cower away from me? A Luna? I guess she wasn't as strong as I thought she was. I went to the kitchen and grilled myself some chicken. I made extras for the others and took my food to eat by myself, somewhere more private. I wasn't sure of what time it was, nor what day it was.

Although I didn't want to talk to the doctor about all the pain that was yet to come, one because I didn’t want to fear for my life and two, I had already overheard everything I needed to know, I decided I couldn’t keep hiding from him forever. Everyone else seemed to be busy and who better to tell me how many days I was asleep than the guy who was keeping me in check?

I found the doctor treating another patient at the infirmary. He looked surprised to see me. I kept a stone face while I spoke to him.

"How long was I asleep?" He looked nervous.

"You were asleep for 3 days when we found you asleep on the table two days ago." I quickly did some math in my head. I had been asleep for 5 days. That seemed a little unrealistic. I mean, usually I only slept 6 hours a night, so how could I sleep for 5 days and not wake up?

"What time is it?" He glanced down at his watch.

"6 PM"

"Okay" I turned to leave.

"Wait, there are some precautions you need to take for the next little while."

"Save it, I don’t want to hear it" He seemed reluctant to let me go.

"Mia, I really need to monitor you for the next little while"

"No, you don't" With that I turned and left

Technically I had already eaten dinner, so I decided to get a head start training this night. If it did my routine, maybe I would reward myself by going to bed a little earlier.

I did my usual routine. Punching bag, laps, sit up. But this time, I added more muscle building workouts to make up for the muscle loss I had. The clock told me it was around 11 o'clock when I decided to go to bed.

As I laid there in the dark, it finally hit me. I was asleep for 5 days. 5 days from my month to catch Aiden. I had 5 less days to make him mine. I groaned and rolled around ungracefully in my bed like a walrus. If I had wasted 5 days that meant that I only had 22 days left to show him everything he was missing. There wasn't going to be any nice girl anymore. I would stoop to any level to get him, no matter how low. At this point, I didn't care about Olivia or what she was feeling at all.