Chapter 37. I Am His Luna

Rebecca’s story

I could hear Eve’s words, but to believe them was impossible. It was like listening to my grandmother’s bedtime story.

“Look, I know it’s hard for you to believe me, but I swear I’m not lying. Dominic is in danger.” She repeated to me, pressing the words. And just then, a frantic, uncontrollable laughter erupted from the depths of my soul. I didn’t mean to laugh like that, but it was sounding ridiculous.

“Excuse me, but 100 years ago, werewolves, you and Dominic, all of this overwhelmed me,” I justified my laughter then Eve took a step back.

“Jane was only 16 when a wolf the size of the ones that attacked you took her life. She and Dominic were in love, but my husband, Zack Barnett, never agreed. But I admired their devotion, the love they shared apart from our eyes. It was the only way they could express themselves. Neither Dominic nor Jane were werewolves, they were humans. The day Jane died, Zack ordered me killed, too, only I don’t know by