The feeling of Kristin's misfortune was truly delightful. I stood in the park, breathing in the fresh air, temporarily forgetting the unpleasantness with Nash today.
Time ticked by. As the sun began to set, Noah looked a little worried. "Luna, shouldn't we head back?"
My phone had rung several times in a row, but I didn't answer any of the calls. It was Nash. I was exhausted by him, both emotionally and physically.
This was too embarrassing to talk about. How could I possibly say it out loud? Am I really supposed to ask him why he won't touch me anymore? He had taken Mellie away, and now he lost interest in me too.
I wondered if I was caught in a trap set by Nash.
Although I didn't want to think about it, I had been marked by him. As Noah had said, werewolves could not betray their
