Elara’s POV
“He’ll be back in three days,” I told Aurelio, glancing at him. “Until then, stay out of trouble.”
He smirked faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Aurelio was slowly getting better. Lucas’ blood had healed him, but he still needed some physical therapy.
“Trouble seems to find me whether I want it or not,” he replied dryly.
I stopped walking and turned to face him. “Aurelio, I know it’s none of my business, but I’m sorry—for what Lucas did.”
“You mean for killing me?” His smile was faint, tinged with seriousness.
I winced. “I mean it. I’m truly sorry. Lucas… he lost control.”
Aurelio hesitated before saying, “Luna…”
“I really want you to call me Elara, not Luna.”
“But you are our Luna,” he argued. “Unless you don’t want to be.”
“I do,” I said softly. “But I’d like to earn that title. All I’ve been doing is sleeping in my room and eating. I haven’t helped around the pack.”