DEA
Ever since that night that I’d shoved Arthur Draco away, said that I didn’t belong to him, and that I wasn’t his luna, I hadn’t seen him again. Not in the streets, not in alleys, in the hospital, not even in my nightmares. It was like he had vanished from my world entirely. And for a fleeting second, I thought maybe, finally, I could breathe again.
But sometimes I stay up late at night, staring at the moon replaying his words in my head.
I would close my eyes and feel his warm eyes on me, reliving those moments when I felt both secured and scared in his presence.
And every time that happens, I always scold myself. I would feel guilty knowing full well that the thoughts about other men should have never crossed my mind in the first place.
After a week, I gathered my courage to g
