Becoming the Luna - Chapter 121

I pace restlessly as the shower runs, I would need a shower too because just like Virgil said I’m equally messy but that isn’t important because I’m still going to patch him up when he gets out.

The door finally slides open and Virgil walks out wearing nothing but a loose pair of shorts and I breathe easier when I see that there’s no grave injury.

I take his hand and help him sit down so that I can inspect his body and…

“You didn’t get hurt?” I pause with my hands on his body, my eyes wide.

He looks up at me with piercing eyes. “Oh I did.”

“Then where…”

“But it’s gone now.” He adds, wrapping a hand around my wrist.

“What? Ah!” I squeal when he tugs me down, I fall against him and we end up on the bed. “Virgil, I still have blood on me, you’ll…”

“It’s just blood.” He gives my words back to me, wrapping his arms snugly around me to keep me on him.

“And you just cleaned up.” I struggle slightly, wanting to get off. “Plus, you’re still… I dunno….” I trail off, huffing out a breath.

“I’m fine.” He says quietly, pushing a hand through my hair.

There’s a shuffling sound from behind the door and muffled cursing which makes me whip my head around. “Wha…”

“I didn’t eat him.” Virgil calls out and the door swings open, my mom and friends falling in.

I scramble up from Virgil’s body and he lets me up and I stare at them trying to get up from the ground with a frown. “Why would he eat me?” I ask in confusion, the tips of my ears tingling.

They still remain at the door like they were wary of coming in.

“Remember what I said about Alphas?” Shana says nervously, her eyes flicking over Virgil who stays quiet on the bed, throwing a hand over his face.

I pull my eyes from him to look back at Shana, trying to remember what she had said. “Yeah?”

“Well, their wolves are much more volatile so there was the chance that even though he had shifted, it was still his wolf that was in control.”

My eyes go wide in realization, remembering his unfocused gold eyes and how different he felt. “Oh.” I simply say. “He’s not hurt.” I blurt out in disbelief, my words coming out like a question.

“I would have been surprised if he was.” Dale mutters.

“Alright, we’ve checked on them, now we have a lot to do down at the hangout room.” My mom cuts in, grabbing onto Dale and Shana’s clothes.

“Renee…”

“Wait… don’t…”

They complain but she doesn’t listen to them, giving me a warm, wide smile while dragging them out and closing the door.

I blink in surprise but shrug, I need to take a shower too, I think absently, pulling my sticky shirt from my body.

The blood is starting to dry up, getting sticky and I feel nausea climb up my throat.

“Are you okay?” I turn to see Virgil lying very still, his legs are hanging off the bed and his arm is still over his face.

He hums a reply and I want to go over to check on him but I do a double take, there’s a high chance that’ll I’ll end up on him again, I should probably clean up first.

I pick up fresh clothes from the wardrobe and make my way to the bathroom, Virgil didn’t look like he planned on wearing a shirt anytime soon, not that I was complaining.

I couldn’t still see faint lines of healing scratches which means he did get hurt but it wasn’t so bad.

I clean up thoroughly, my skin crawling when it hits me that it’s an actual person’s blood I’m washing off my skin but Mae was right about them being trapped in their Wolf bodies because the rogue Werewolf’s red eyes had been filled with a helpless rampage when it glared at me.

I was just too shaken up at that point to realize it.

I dry up in the bathroom and slip my shorts on, before I can wear the slightly oversized shirt a thumping sound from my room alerts me.

And I hurry out with my shirt clutched in front of me, the tips of my curly hair dripping wet.

I step out of the bathroom and click the door shut. “Vir…” I trail off when I see him standing motionless in front of me, his head down so that his hair falls over his eyes.

“Virgil?” I call in confusion, clutching my shirt tighter. “Are you oka… oof!” I huff out a breath when I get slammed into door, my shirt slipping from my hands to the ground at the sudden movement.

My mouth goes dry when he raises his head up to look at me, his eyes are blazing gold again and there’s a different aura about him. “V-Virgil?” I stutter lightly, my voice soft as I search his face for a tiny bit of the person I know.

A low rumbling sound replies me, the gentle growling cutting through me and a gasp leaves me when my wrists get grabbed and pinned against the door above my head.

Shana’s words play in my head, the eyes staring back at me are someone else’s. My eyes go wide in realization, I’m not going to get eaten, am I?

That is Virgil’s wolf staring back at me and I gulp, nervous, even the first time I had seen his wolf form wasn’t this terrifying but then his eyes were their familiar blue.

Strangely I’m not scared, maybe I should think about seeing a therapist but honestly this is Virgil, why would I be scared?

He doesn’t do anything but stand there staring at me, fangs peeking out of the sides of his mouth, this is really not fair. He looks almost feral like this but yet he manages to look even more attractive.

“H-Hi.” I say in a shaky voice, twiddling my fingers that are still caught in a deadly grip.