Days passed, and Clayton acted differently. I noticed that he was too busy as if he was doing something that needed to be done. I couldn’t even see him walking in the field, which Clayton always did whenever they were werewolves training. Clayton was the one who always led them, and he always made sure that I would be with them.
“Luna..” A man who had a mask called me. My face turned sour because all the pack members thought I was their Luna, even though it was not.
I was strolling to breathe fresh air because I felt my mind suffocated whenever I thought about Damon. I thought at first that I was not maybe used and didn’t see him, but I was wrong. My soul was searching for his presence whenever I was sleeping or waking up during the day.
I wished I could talk to him, but I’m sure that i
