Making A Luna

THE ROGUES ARE COMING

Esme

“What are you doing in my room?” I asked, staring at him in disbelief. “You harass me with countless unanswered phone calls. Are you stupid? Do you not get the hint?” He stood up, walking over towards me before stroking his hand along my cheek. “I just wanted to talk to you” he whimpered as I pulled away. “You can’t just let yourself into my room uninvited Logan, do you not understand boundaries?” I yelled. Who did he think he was? Did he not understand how crazy and wrong this was? I barged past him and shut myself in my bathroom. “Open the door Esme” he shouted banging on the door. I turned on the shower, choosing to ignore him. Did he seriously think he could just show up and expect me to sit and talk. I laughed to myself as I stepped into the shower, ignoring his shouts as he tried to get my attention. Eventually he gave up and it went silent. As I lathered my hair I debated what my next move should be. If I was lucky, he would have known I wasn’t interested in talking and left. I shut off the water and stepped out of the shower before wrapping my towel around my body. After wrapping up my hair I stepped forward and looked at myself in the mirror, checking myself out. Once I was sure I was semi presentable, I unlocked the door and left the bathroom. Logan was the first thing I saw to my dismay. I continued my way around my room pretending he was not there. I pulled open my draws and grabbed a pair of shorts and a baggy shirt. I made my way into my bathroom once again to dress myself. As I walked out I could see the frustration in his face. “Essie you can’t pretend I’m not here. You can’t just never talk to me again” he spoke trying to get my attention. I didn’t know how much longer I could do this before I snapped. He was testing my limits. “Essie please” he begged. “Stop calling me that! I’m pissed at you can’t you see that?” I yelled, finally turning to look him in the eye. “Logan you kissed me!You kissed me and I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen! I can’t explain how I feel about it because I don’t know! Do you not understand I’m confused? Could you not have just left me be until I was ready?” I screamed, letting everything loose. Logan stared at me in shock at my outburst. I turned my back to him and walked towards my bedroom door, pulling it open. “Get out” i trembled, unsure if I really wanted him to leave. He walked over to the door and pushed the door shut. “I’m not going anywhere” he growled, leaning over me with his hand still on the door. He took me by surprise as I caught him staring down at me lustfully. Did Logan really want me? “Logan, what do you want?” I pleaded. If I thought I was confused before, I didn’t know what I was now. I didn’t want to feel anything for him, but deep down I knew there was some part of me that wanted him. I looked down as I became nervous. Had I been mistaken? Why wasn’t he answering my question? “I’ve got to go” he said with urgency, bringing me to look back at him. “Where?” I asked, confused. He had been so insistent on speaking to me that he had come here and waited in my room for me, yet now he was leaving? “There’s rogues along the border. Someone told Mason they saw me and he linked me. They need my help” he explained. He stepped back allowing me to move away from the door. “This conversation isn’t over” he promised, before landing a kiss on my lips. Before I had a chance to say or do anything he was out the door. I placed my fingers on my lips, tracing them where he had just kissed me. I wanted more. What was Logan Blakesley doing to me.

Logan

I made my way out of the pack house as fast as I could, knowing I didn’t have much time. At least 30 rogues Mason had said. I didn’t bother to get undressed, I allowed myself to shift and raced straight to the east where the rogues had first attacked. I ran through the forest, winding between the trees as I heard an unmistakeable howl. Mason. I picked up my pace, knowing I was near. My eyes darted to a rugged brown wolf who was on top of Mason. I growled before pouncing on him, letting my teeth tear into him. Rage took over and I ripped his head off from his body before dropping it to the ground. I felt a sharp pain tear through my back followed by a heavy weight. I let out a whimper as I felt another set of teeth pierce into me. I attempted to fight off the two wolves on top of me, sinking my teeth into the smaller of the two. I felt sudden relief when Mason tackled one of the rogues to the ground, allowing me to overpower the smaller one. As soon as he saw I had the upper hand, he winced and ran into the woods. I turned my attention to the blood Bath that was unravelling in front of me, I had never seen so many rogues in one place before. I launched myself in between Roman and the wolf he was against and swiftly teared into it and dropping it on the floor. As I turned to face Roman, I was sent crashing down on the floor. My body was hit by overwhelming pain, pain like I had never felt before. I attempted to get back up but was swiftly knocked back to the ground. I looked up to see a huge black wolf standing over me. I tried nipping him as I started to go lightheaded. His mouth lowered towards my head before everything went black.

Esme

I paced back and forth in my bedroom as I waited to hear any news. Logan had left an hour ago to go help with the rogue attack, and I was still yet to hear anything. “Please try not to worry, it’s all going to be okay” Blaire tried to reassure me. She had come knocking on my door not long after Logan left, having been told by Mason about the rogue attack. She had asked me if she could sit with me until Mason came back to try and distract her, I didn’t admit to her that the reason I had agreed was because I needed distracting too. I kept telling myself I was only worried because Logan was my friend. I tried telling myself I was just worried about my friends. “I know that” I lied. I continued pacing the room, not able to keep myself still. “Does this happen a lot?” Blaire asked after a whole had passed. “What, rogue attacks?” “Yes” she replied. “They never used to. But recently, yes” I admitted. Coming to think of it, rogue attacks were happening more than I could ever remember. None of it made any sense. I wondered if the attacks here and with Logan’s pack could be connected, they were only 2 hours apart. “Are you with Blaire” Mason asked me, his spirit sounding broken. “I can hear remember” Blaire chimed in. No reply. I waited a few seconds before asking “is it over?” Masons voice came sounding through my head again “it’s over, I need you two to stay together until I say otherwise” He ordered. “Mason, what’s wrong?” I panicked. If it was over then surely he should be back here any minute. “There were a lot of rogues, a lot. The most there has ever been” he replied. “Okay Mason, cut to the point what’s going on” I snapped. What was he hiding from me? “Logan, he’s hurt. It’s- it’s bad” he choked. I knew how bad it must be for me to hear his emotion through the mind link. “Shit.” It was all I could bring myself to say, before I snapped into action. “Blaire, I need you to listen and I need you to listen carefully. Logan, he’s been hurt and it’s bad. What you don’t know is Logan is Masons idol. He’s going to need your support” I ordered, trying not to cry. I felt sick to my stomach. I had been so terrible to him before he’d left and now he might not make it through the night. He wouldn’t of even been here if it wasn’t for me, if I’d just spoken to him the other day instead of running away he wouldn’t have been here. The world around me had become a blur and the only thing I could think about was Logan. He was going to be okay, he had to be okay.

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I had sat up all night waiting for Mason to get in contact with us or for someone to tell us what was going on. Nothing. I became more anxious with the more time that passed by. I looked at my clock - 6am. Blaire was passed out on my bed, softly snoring away. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep until I knew what was going on that Logan was okay.

7am and still nothing. I didn’t know how much longer I could take this - I felt like I could break down at any moment. The guilt was taking over me, I couldn’t help but feel responsible. I put Logan in harms way and what for? He wasn’t my mate. No matter how or what I felt or didn’t feel for him, it would never be enough. I would hold out hope that I would one day meet my mate. I couldn’t just throw that away, the bond that every wolf dreamed of. I certainly couldn’t hold Logan back from it. 8am. I fought the urge to sleep as my eyes became heavy. I would not let myself sleep until I knew he was okay. Mason would never forgive me if he knew I was the reason he had been here. Why didn’t Logan just take the hint? I was woken up to the sound of a door opening. I opened my eyes to see a beat down, soul destroyed Mason. I looked at my clock to see it was now 10:43. “Logan?” I asked hopefully. “He nearly didn’t make it through the night. It’s still a bit touch and go, he’s healing but for some reason it’s slow. They think wolfsbane might have been used, but it doesn’t sit right with me. Why would rogues attack and use wolfsbane? It’s unheard of” he ranted. Mason had a point, rogues weren’t known to use wolfsbane to attack packs. The amount of rogues and attacks as if recent also made no sense. “But he will be okay right?” I pressed, trying to forget the other issues the pack faced right now. “It looks that way, yes” he smiled. Thank you to the heavens. “Look E, I’m going to go get some sleep, I’ve got to be back at the infirmary in a few hours” he said pointing at Blaire who was still passed out. “When she wakes send her to my room would you? I don’t want to wake her.” I smiled as he gazed lovingly towards her. It may have hurt like hell, but I loved seeing Mason so happy. There was a spark in him like there never was before, and I wanted to be happy for him. I could only hope the jealousy would wear off in time, even if I didn’t find my mate. I waved at him before he left the room. I looked down at Blaire, envious that she was such a heavy sleeper. There was no use in trying to sleep now, I had managed to get a couple of hours so that would just have to do. I pulled myself out of bed and chucked some clothes on. I grabbed a post-it note from my nightstand and scribbled a note for Blaire for when she eventually woke up. I quietly opened my door and slipped out, gently closing it behind me. I made my way towards the pack infirmary, hoping that I wouldn’t bump into anyone. I snuck through the back door and made my way down the corridor. Now to find out which room Logan was in. I continued down the corridor, discreetly peeking my head through windows trying to find his face. Come on Logan where are you? As I started to grow impatient, I finally spotted him through the gap in a blind. I pushed the door open to look at him properly. His face seemed to have mostly healed, with only a few cuts. As my eyes travelled down his body, I saw a massive gash from his chest down to his abdomen, which looked fresh. It’s like it hadn’t healed at all, and if by chance it had I was relieved that I wasn’t able to see it last night. I slowly edged towards him, feeling like my heart was in my throat. I stood above him now, and dared to let myself touch him. I stroked his arm with my hand, being careful not to touch any wounds. I don’t know why but even though Mason had told me he had to fight to survive the night, I hadn’t expected him to be in such bad shape. I began to cry, thinking about the pain that he must have been in when it happened. “I’m sorry” I whispered. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him anymore, looking so weak and vulnerable. I turned away to make a break for the door. As I reached for the handle I heard it. “Essie?”