“There’s a blue moon next month,” she says quietly.
“I know.”My wolf goes crazy whenever there’s a blue moon; thestrength of my powers doubles, and it’s like I can’t sit still.How am I goingto keep him away from her that night?“Are you hungry?”
“No.”
“You need to eat.I’m going to make you something.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know.I want to.”
I kiss her forehead and make my way downstairs to thekitchen.
***Casey***
I’m lying in his bed, looking up at his ceiling and thewonderful thing he did for me.How thoughtful is this man?I know he did it totry and cheer me up, but it just brings back so many memories of my childhood… myparents.Now he’s making me a snack.Men don’t get any better than him.Atleast none I’ve ever met.
He walks back into the room, and the aroma of the food hitsme.When was the last time I ate?I sit up, and he places the tray in my lap.There’s soup, a BLT sandwich, and orange juice.He joins me on the bed, watchingwhile I eat.Even in my distraught state, I’m still highly aware of him.Hisstrong arms beckon me, and I just want him to wrap them around me and make mefeel safe.But it can’t happen.He’s not mine.
When I drain the last of my juice, he sets the tray aside.“Now, I’m going to run you a bath.”
“No baths, remember?”
“Oh.Shower then.”
He heads to the bathroom, and the shower comes on.I coulduse a good soak, but I guess I’ll have to wait.He comes back in and lifts mefrom the bed before I can stop him.In the bathroom, he places me on my feetand reaches for the top of the scrubs I wore home from the hospital.I place myhand over his, stopping him.
“I can take it from here.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Well, holler if you need anything.”
“Um… my bag?”
“Sure thing.”He returns with the bag and a pair of mystolen panties, a sheepish expression on his face.“Thought you might need this.”
“Thanks.”
After he leaves, I strip down and step into the tub.I sinkdown, pulling my knees up under my chin.I should give my body time to heal—that’swhat the doctor said—but what about my emotional pain?Is there a cure forthat?I stare down at the tub, watching my blood mix with the water.Blood.Blood from the death of my children.Daddy’s blood all over my clothes.I see Daddy’sface, his smile, his twinkling green eyes, so much like mine.I lick my lips,and the taste of salty tears makes me realize I’m crying.If I hadn’t beensitting out in the dark like an idiot, he’d still be alive.My babies wouldstill be alive.
The chill of the water drags me away from my thoughts andgets me moving.I don’t even know how long I’ve been in here.I watch as thewater spirals down the drain, much like my pathetic life.After I shower andwash my hair, I walk back to the bedroom and find a T-shirt and a pair of boxerbriefs on the bed.I put them on, trying to ignore the fact that they smelljust like him, and slip beneath the covers.
***Ethan***
She finally fell asleep, after talking to Sandy and cryingher eyes out.It broke my heart to lie here and listen to her cry for hours,but what could I do?If she needed me, she would have told me, right?I didn’twant to risk her pushing me away again.I haven’t heard a sound for the lasttwo hours, but God knows I won’t be able to sleep tonight.It’s already 3:00 a.m.I punch my pillow and turn onto my side, my only thoughts of Casey.
A piercing scream has me out of bed and in her room, myheart beating dangerously fast.She’s sitting up in bed, tears streaming downher face.I sit on the side of the bed and pull her into my arms, stroking herhair.
“It’s okay.It was just a dream.I’m here.”
“It was… so real,” she chokes out between sobs.
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down to thebed.I position myself behind her, tucking her into my body.With her head restingon my arm, I feel the warmth of her tears as they trickle down.I pull her closer,and she nestles into the embrace.
I’ll get you for this, Stone.Your death will be long andpainful.
