The Truth

Chapter Eight

I only had a shower in my place, this tub is amazing. Its like a little swimming pool just for me. Bubbles and warm water, it's like heaven. I relax back into the tub, content. I can hear the papers being shuffled down stairs and I roll my eyes. I could live like this I guess. He's not bugging me, I'm not bugging him. Nothing to horrible, the exception of course being the lack of a VCR. I make a mental note to go back to the house and get it as soon as I can. I get out of the tub, pull the drain, and head to the room I was permitted to use. I look around. Where are my pajamas? I go through the drawers then check the duffle bag. Did I forget pajamas? I thought I had packed them. I check the bag again. Where's my toy? I know I packed my toy. I yank out a large shirt from one of the drawers and pull on a pair of his boxers. So much for this working out.

I storm downstairs, he barely looks up, completely unfazed by my hostile approach.

"Those are mine." He says. He glances up at me, where I stand with my hands on my hips.

"Well I would have worn mine but they ARENT THERE!"

He stops and looks up at this. "Did you forget them?"

I give him the look he deserves.

"Would I be down here complaining to you if I had? Where are my PJ's Desiel?"

He is now walking around the room. "Did you leave your bag anywhere out of sight?"

I shake my head for a moment before it hits me.

"We left it next to the garage when we barried Puffers." My voice squeaks out.

"Are you missing anything else from the bag?"

I bite my lip. "Just one other thing..." my voice trails off "But I'm not worried about that."

He stops walking. “It could be an important clue as to who is doing this. Why would someone want to take your pajamas? Unless they need your scent. They could be using your missing items to cover up their own scent."

He starts walking again. It's weird to see him think, I'd never pictured him as much of a deep thinker to be honest.

"What else did they take?"

I rolled my eyes "a personal item." it was the best way I could put it.

"What personal item? Does it have your smell on it?"

I hesitate before answering "yes..it has my scent on it, only mine. I bought it new, no one else has touched it."

He stopped for a moment. "The pack would know you where going to move after last night. Too many of them have been around today to get any real trail. Is there a reason why you aren't wanting to tell me what else you have lost?"

I avoid the question again "How would they know I would be moving? They would have to think we've screwed or something for us to move in together."

It was his turn to try and avoid the question. "I think it's best if we sleep in the same room tonight."

My mouth drops open "Why?"

He looks at me "Because who ever it is has your sent now, I'd rather them not sneek up on you again."

It's my turn to think about it. "Who all came over today? We can start there, the list can't be all that big."

He shrugs "New alpha and you don't think people came over? They all want something, just about every woman came over. Your mother included. I ended up going to the bar for lunch instead of coming home for some peace and quiet."

That was news. I figured he would have liked all the pats on the back.

"Why was my mother here?"

He had the good grace to look embarrassed "She said she knew you wouldn't screw me so she was offering her services...."

My eyes narrowed "And what did you say?"

He laughed "You don't have any right to get jealous."

I stood my ground blocking his walking path.

"What did you say?"

His eyes look a bit guilty "I told her and every other wolf that showed up, that you’re fulfilling your job as Luna. It's better then them badgering you about it."

I shake my head. "I'm too tired to argue about this."

He nods, "You must be tired if you would let that one go."

I was tired. I was physically and emotionally drained. I wanted to scream but I just didn't have it in me.

"Are you going to tell me what else you lost today?"

I started up the stairs and to my shock he was following me now.

"Apparently my dignity, if everyone in the pack thinks we're fucking."

I open the door to the room, go in, and pull back the covers. He walks in a few minutes later, through the bathroom door.

"That's my side of the bed."

I shake my head no. I always sleep closest to the door. He sighs and gets into the bed. I scoot to the edge and snuggle into my pillow.

Everything has gone wrong lately. It’s like my world is exploding around me. Silent sobs take me, making my shoulders shake just a little. His hands are around my waist pulling me to him.

"I'm sorry they killed Puffington" He actually sounded genuine, as if he cared. It was enough, I lost it. I let myself cry until I passed out.