His Blue Moon Princess
His Sunshine Baby Chapter 42

conversation with Clark we heard, but...

That can't be true. On Levi's recording, Reagan cleared mentioned my mother, and she was alive when she took me! So why is she lying, saying my parents had already died? I stare at her for a while, wondering how to do this. I shouldn't let her know about that "Both my parents were dead? Are you sure?" I ask again.

"I just told you so," groans Reagan, impatient. "You were the only living being I could replace, so I took you with me and fled the place."

"Wait... Didn't you try to understand what had happened? Who had done this to our Clan?"

But Reagan shakes her head.

"I couldn't, Elena. I had a two-year-old brat in my paws, and something bad was there."

"What do you mean, something bad?"

She sniffles, a bad expression on her face like she saw something repulsive.

"I don't know. My inner wolf couldn't calm down, like crawling down my spine. I could tell something filthy was there, something dangerous. Whatever had attacked was still there, and lurking for more. I ran away with you, and headed south." "...All the way to the White Moon territory," I said, mending the pieces together.

"That's right. That was as far as I could go with a two-years-old. Since I was a renegade from another Pack, they had no obligation to accept me in. But you were there. No werewolf can ignore a defenseless pup, let alone a little orphan Alpha like you." She's right... Our wolf instincts are always pushing us to protect the younger ones of our kind, even if they don't belong to our pack. Any cub is a werewolf's responsibility, that's something we cannot ignore. No wonder the White Moon didn't reject her when she brought me with her.

"You still haven't told me why I'm... different."

She sighs.

"Our whole pack was different, Elena. Our Luna made it so. I told you, she was very powerful and blessed by the Moon Goddess. Everyone in our pack was stronger than common werewolves..." I'm not sure I believe that.

Once again, Reagan is not looking at me while saying that, and I feel like there is still a lot she isn't telling me. I'm a bit disappointed. I was hoping she would tell me more about my parents...

"I tried to go back several times after that," sighs Reagan.

"That's why you left for so long every time?"

She nods.

"It takes a while to go so far in the North, but I could never reach our homeland anyway."

"What do you mean?" I ask, perplexed.

"I don't know... Something is blocking me. Every time I should reach the destination, I get lost, as if I couldn't replace my way, like a maze. I should know the place by heart, but something very, very odd happens. I'm not that old that I would forget the way back! Moreover, it's coming closer. Whatever it is, it's headed south, our way."

"...So this is why you don't want me going North?"

She turns to me, looking very serious. She puts a hand on my knee, whispering.

"Elena, whatever attacked our pack is coming to us. It's slow, but it is."

I sigh. Listening to Reagan, even despite her serious tone, I can't tell how serious she actually is. An invisible threat, coming after us? And after killing our full pack too? Isn't she just trying to keep me distracted with more lies? "Reagan, are you lying to me again?"

"Elena, I'm serious!"

"But every bit of this doesn't make sense! Seriously, all I can hear are excuses for me not to leave the White Moon! Why do you always lie to me? How old do you think I am to believe in an invisible threat who decimated a full, super-strong pack?" She growls, seriously angry.

"You think I'm joking?"

"I think you're lying to me, again!" I yell back. "You never, ever tell me the truth!"

"That was the truth, you brat!"

"How am I supposed to believe this! None of this makes any sense, and it doesn't answer my questions either! You never tell me what I really want to know, about my parents, where I come from!"

Reagan stands up, grabbing her backpack and leaving money on the counter.

"Enough with your whims, Elena. If you don't want to listen..."

"I am listening, but you're just spitting nonsense, Reagan! I can't tell if that pack really existed! If it did, and we were both born there, how would you not even know about my parents?"

She's glaring at me, but I won't look down. We are both angry and frustrated. Around us, all our yelling has silenced the rest of the people present, who are watching the scene with curiosity. I couldn't care less.

Reagan pushes her gray hair away from her face and turns around.

"I am not talking about your parents. I don't want to, and anyway, all of this is about our Pack, Elena, that's all you need to know!"

Of course. Once again, she gets to decide what I have to know or not! I can't believe that old hag! She knows I'm dying to know the truth about my birth, and she only keeps me in the dark as always! Without adding a word, Reagan leaves like that, turning her back on me while we're still angrily growling at each other. I'm left watching my mentor exits the place, leaving me speechless.

"Elena...?"

Bianca approached me with a sorry look, but I can't handle the pity on her face for now. I shake my head, meaning I don't want to talk and leave the Bar.

Damn, I forgot about that rain... It's pouring. Reagan is already nowhere to replace, of course. She disappears so easily. She came, said what she had to and left. That old hag... Was all of this story just because she didn't want me to leave the territory? I don't even know what to believe in that incredible story she said...

Some parts do match with what I thought, but she also lied about my parents, and that so-called attacker or whatever... I don't know what to believe.

I'm feeling so lonely right now.

Maybe it's this rain, or because I'm tired, but I feel like crying again.

Danny...

Babe, what's wrong?

I reached out to him by reflex, but my thoughts aren't even clear enough to explain it to him. I can't think of words to express this mass of uneasiness I feel piling up inside.

Bad day?

Yeah...

Wanna come home?

No...

I don't want to come home now. If I go home, I'm just going to get even gloomier and I don't want to hinder Danny's time with Bobo with that. He probably needs to catch up on the work he missed for me too. I hear his wolf sigh. Okay, Babe, what do you want to do then?

What do I want?

A face pops up in my mind immediately. I know exactly what I would really want, right now, but...

Babe, go see him. I know you want to.

I sigh. I love Danny, but sometimes he reads my mind way too easily and it's scary. And I know I shouldn't listen. I still can't come to a proper decision, about Nate or Diego...

Elena, you need this. So go for it. And you owe him an explanation, remember? Damn, he's too right...

He makes me promise to call him later, and I start walking again, headed south.

I don't know why I can't gather the courage to call Nate first. Playing with my phone in my pocket, I try to think of something to say while walking, but every time, it doesn't sound right, not after what happened last time. Nathaniel was adorable with me when I was unwell, but I had to leave so abruptly, and I didn't explain anything. How could I? I don't want him to know anything about my past or Diego... While walking, I suddenly get a chill. I stop, warned by my inner wolf instincts. Something's wrong... No, more like a threat, something at the back. Someone watching me.

I turn around, trying to use my wolf's vision despite the downpour. But no one seems to be here... I wish I could smell something, but it's impossible with this rain. Why would someone follow me? Diego can't possibly be here already. So who...?

I start running. Will they follow me to the border? I can feel someone following me again, but they're staying far enough not to be spotted. It's all about instincts, and I can tell my wolf's annoyed by this little hide-and-seek game. Whoever it is, they won't show themselves...

I keep going, trying to lose my pursuers across the streets, jumping over fences or abruptly changing directions and finally reach the Blood Moon territory's border.

Seems like whoever it is, didn't dare to follow me. I adjust my hoodie on my head and keep walking. I originally decided to head straight for Nate's Hotel where we meet the most, but while trying to lose whoever was following me, I went way off course. Damn it, this isn't a part of the City I know very well. I really hope there won't be any troubles... I usually let him know before coming, but right now I'm behaving like an intruder.

I keep going and try to correct my course, heading west. Some streets in the east are not the most welcoming, but there aren't many people to go there anyway. It's been a while seen I had the guts to come here... We call it the slums for a reason. It's the riskiest place for humans and werewolves alike, with deserted, filthy streets and blind alleys. I'm confident in my strength, though I would have avoided that area if I could. Hopefully, even if I meet a few rogues, I should be strong enough to get out of there unscratched... I suddenly stop. My wolf is on all fours, growling, ready to defend herself.

I can feel that Alpha aura all the way here. s**t, I didn't expect to meet such a strong wolf here. What crappy luck... A shadow, dressed all in black, came almost out of nowhere and is walking slowly up my way. I can't see his face, he's wearing a dark hoodie too. Involuntarily, I take a step back. Damn, I am really scared? I can feel his Aura, like an icy wind crawling all around him. It's almost as if I could see the beast before the man. My legs want to run away. I'm shivering, not because of the cold. Whoever it is, he's very, very angry, and restless. Someone looking for a fight. For blood.

His pace is strangely slow for someone whose aura is going so wild. Like a hurricane behind the surface. My breathing fastens as he comes closer. I should run. Whoever it is, I might not be able to fight him. Who the hell would be that strong!

I'm frozen right where I am, and before I can make a decision, he's close. Dangerously close, maybe a few steps away. I look up, and suddenly I think I recognize the lower part of his face. "Nate...?"

Something feels wrong, though.

When he raises his head to look at me, I gasp. He does look like Nate, a lot.

But his eyes are silver, and his hair pitch black.

Moon Goddess.

It's not Nate. It's his brother.

...The King.