Moon’s POV

The footsteps are excruciatingly slow but don’t stop. My mind is left to ponder on who it might be, I fear for my life as I feel the intruder get closer. For the life of me, I just want to be alone and I don’t think that is too much to ask for.

First, my brain thinks of Liam. I get excited at the possibility of his looking frantically for me and ends up infiltrating my pack house to pick me up.

I am unbelievable, and I know it. Who else in their right sense of mind gets excited at the prospect of something so possibly abstract while...