His Possessive Luna

Same Dream

Jane’s POV

When we enter the room, clothes are scattered everywhere. Even the bedsheets are lying on the floor like they gave up on their job. The entire room is in such a disastrous state, I swear I’ll carry the trauma of this sight to my grave.

The chairs are overturned, the table is nowhere near where it should be, and the books from the shelf look like they were launched in a hurricane. Everything looks like it’s been thrown, pushed, torn or simply abused.

And then my eyes land on her.

There she was. Jo. Completely naked. Clinging to a completely naked boy. And not even in a normal way. No. She was latched to him like a baby chimp hugs its mom. Limbs wrapped tight, her face pressed against his back.

The most disturbing, disgusting, brain-scarring sight I’ve ever witnessed.

“What the f**k happened here?” Ray yells, sounding equally shocked and repulsed.

“Seems like a lot of f**k happened here,” says the guy who showed us the room—can’t believe the i***t is still tagging along.

Ray and I both shoot him a death glare.

He gets the message, raises his eyebrows, and quickly leaves.

“Jo! Get up! It’s almost evening!” I yell from the doorway, hoping she'll snap out of it.

No response.

“Jo! For f**k’s sake, get up now! Joooooo!” Ray growls so hard I swear the walls shook. If it was anyone else, they’d have jolted awake, possibly from a coma. But it’s Jo. And Jo sleeps like she’s been drugged by the Moon Goddess herself.

The guy, though, does wake up. So suddenly, I half-expect him to pass out from sheer panic. He stares at all of us, fully realizing his exposed state and his tomato-red face says it all. He awkwardly starts nudging Jo, trying to wake her.

“She’s not moving,” Ray mutters and turns to me. “Why don’t you shake her up?”

I look at her like she’s lost her damn mind. “Me? You really think I’m going to touch her in that state? Just look at her! We don’t even know how many germs, bodily fluids, or Moon-forbidden STDs she might be covered in. I’ll pass, thanks.”

Ray knows I’m a freak when it comes to hygiene. This is way past my limits. I’m not going anywhere near that bed or her.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” Ray rolls her eyes and literally shoves Jo off the bed.

Jo crashes to the floor with a thud. That seems to work because she groans and finally starts waking up.

She lifts her head, squinting through barely opened eyes, and then her expression shifts. Rage. Embarrassment. Total meltdown mode incoming.

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We get her dressed and seated in the back. Ray drives, Amelia sits beside Jo, who’s now sitting there like a ticking time bomb.

Five minutes into complete silence, Jo snaps.

“Seriously?! SERIOUSLY? You guys left me! I was drunk out of my mind and you LEFT me with a total f*****g STRANGER! He could’ve been a serial killer! What the hell were you thinking?!”

She’s practically screaming now, tears forming in her eyes.

“We were drunk ourselves, Jo,” Amelia mutters, her own eyes watery. “No one remembers what happened.”

Ugh. Amelia’s emotions are a whole drama of their own.

“Don’t put this on us, Jo!” I snap, finally speaking. “You were the one dancing with every damn guy on the dance floor! We were all wasted and none of us knew what we were doing. Don’t sit here and act like we handed you off to someone on purpose. And honestly... from the look of the room, you weren’t exactly being forced.”

“Yeah? Well, I lost my virginity to a guy I don’t even know the NAME of!” she yells. “I don’t remember a thing. I don’t know what happened. I was saving myself for someone special, and now it’s just... gone. I feel like s**t. I just wanna disappear.”

She breaks down again, sobbing into her hands.

And honestly, as much as I want to stay mad, I feel bad. No one deserves to go through that.

We reach her house. She storms out of the car without another word. None of us follow.

Amelia eventually says she’ll go check on her and gets out too.

Now it’s just Ray and me. Silence hangs heavy.

“I’ll drop you home,” she says softly, starting the car again.

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I get to my place. Say goodbye. Head straight to my room. I peel off my clothes and go for a long, hot bath. I’m drained. My brain, my body, my emotions—everything feels fried.

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We’re all seated at the table for dinner. My brothers are, as usual, fighting over food like wild dogs. My parents are talking about some pack stuff.

“All the arrangements will go in vain,” Mom says.

Wait, what arrangements?

“What arrangements?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“The Claiming Ceremony,” Mom replies. “It’s happening on New Year’s Eve. The Elders moved the date. There’s going to be a full moon that night. A special one, apparently. Bigger and brighter than usual. They think it’s an auspicious sign.”

Huh. Okay.

“But that’s her birthday too. Jane turns 18 on the 31st,” Mom adds with a smile.

“Great. Double celebration then,” Dad chuckles.

“You know I hate birthday celebrations,” I grumble. “There’s no double anything.”

And here we go again. The same birthday fight every damn year. I lose every time. Because my mom is obsessed with cake and balloons and making me miserable.

Eventually, we all finish eating and head to our rooms.

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I crash onto my bed and close my eyes.

I’m back in that forest again.

Everything is white. Covered in snow. The trees stretch high, frozen and beautiful. There’s a lake nearby—also frozen—and the moonlight dances on its surface.

The whole place feels surreal. Like it’s not even real. And yet... it feels like home.

There are growls in the distance. I follow the sound, my feet crunching through snow.

I should feel scared, but I don’t. This place is unknown, but it feels familiar. Safe. Like I’ve always been meant to be here.

I reach a clearing where wolves and people are growling at each other. The tension is thick. And then a fight breaks out.

In the chaos, I trip—and fall.

But I don’t hit the ground. Someone catches me.

Strong arms wrap around me and pull me upright. I look up—he’s tall, broad-shouldered, muscular but not in a scary way. The hot kind of muscular.

My eyes travel slowly from his chest to his face. There’s a tattoo on his right shoulder. A wolf howling beneath a new moon. Behind it, tall trees and a lake shimmer in the background.

I’m still staring at the tattoo when—

BEEP BEEP BEEP

My alarm blares.

I wake up with a groan.

Of course. Of course I didn’t see his face. What kind of messed up cliffhanger dream is this?

I slam the alarm off and sit up, the image of that tattoo still burned into my brain.

Who was he? Why did it feel so... real?

Something tells me... this isn’t the last time I’ll see him.