Chapter 39 : Sick of Playing the Luna

*Kenna*

I hadn’t heard from Reid, Matt, or Jack in the four days since my dad forced me to leave. Everything had just gone back to normal. I was back to work, meetings, and managing pack-wide welfare initiatives. I hardly had time to think, let alone try to make sense of anything that had happened. No one had stepped in to fill my role while I was gone, so there was a mountain of work waiting for me.

The festival was starting to feel like nothing more than a strange dream. A wonderful dream for the most part, but nothing more than that. When I woke alone in my single bed I found myself wondering if the warmth of Reid’s arms, the strength of Matt’s touch, and the intensity of Jack’s eyes were all things that my mind had invented.

But there were bite marks to prove that it was real. I was too far away to access the mind link, even if I knew how to do it reliably, but I still felt it. It was all real and I wanted it back. I wanted them back.