Lucas sighed. It was the umpteenth time he was sighing that evening but the luna seemed oblivious to it and that only made Lucas angrier. It had been hours since the alpha left the room yet the luna was still sprawled on the floor, staring longingly at the door like it held some hidden treasure inside of it. There were dried patches of tears on her cheeks and her hair was like a bird's nest due to her numerous scratching and pulling. She looked a mess yet she made no attempt to wash herself up. Instead, she kept her gaze on the door, her lips quivering as she stared at it.
All these did nothing but piss Lucas up and as he watched her quietly, he pondered on what possible things she could have on her mind. He had been doing just this: watching her, and each time he had tried to start up
