Evelyn~
Before Theron could even react to what I said, my wolf imdiately cut in. "Ugh, stop—just stop it!" she groaned. "Don’t you dare start acting like so sweet, innocent girl. You’re making want to throw up!"
My wolf didn’t even have a mouth, so how could she possibly throw up?
And yet, she actually made a gagging noise the mont I tried to act cute in front of Theron again.
"Adorable, my ass!" she shouted in my mind. "The word ’adorable’ would be an insult if it was ever used to describe you!"
Honestly ... fair enough.
Sure, people often said I had a pretty face, but adorable? Yeah, probably not.
Unlike my wolf, however, Theron looked like he had just been struck by lightning in broad daylight. It sounded terrible, but strangely, it didn’t look that bad.
How should I put it into words ... oh! He looked like he had just been hit by the softness of my voice!
The way he stared at ... it was like I was so helpless kitten—alright, no. Stop. That sounds disgusting. I need to stop thinking of myself like that.
"I ... I will not add this to your debt," Theron said, walking away from a bunch of old n, who, judging by their appearance, must have been over two hundred years old.
Then again, werewolves could live up to three hundred years as long as they didn’t get burned at the stake or anything dramatic like that.
"Just co here," he said, reaching his hand out toward , like I was so skittish little kitten.
Alright, seriously, I really need to stop using that disgusting label for myself.
"You’ll be fine. Nothing’s going to happen to you," said Theron.
I looked past him, my eyes landing on the group of elders standing in silence behind him.
They definitely looked like the Elders of the pack, the ones who usually gave advice to the Alpha King.
As if Theron could read my thoughts, he followed my gaze and added, "These n won’t hurt you."
I looked back at him, then at his outstretched hand. I mumbled, "There won’t be any pitchforks or torches, right?"
Theron raised one eyebrow, clearly confused by my strange choice of words. But he stayed calm and replied, "No. Absolutely not."
"They just want to talk to you ... about your Luna awakening," he said.
Oh. Great.
Because that sounded way more terrifying than any witch trial.
Whenever soone ntioned the word "Luna," the first thing that popped into people’s heads was tragedy, pain, and history soaked in blood.
In my opinion, the Luna trials were even worse than the witch hunts because they weren’t just driven by fear, but they were driven by obsession.
It was an uncontrollable need to destroy what they couldn’t understand, to silence a power they couldn’t contain.
Humans and other supernatural beings might feel threatened by the rise of a new Luna because it signaled the return of true werewolf power.
But I was also sure that even among werewolves, there would be those who felt threatened by my presence, especially Alphas who didn’t have a Luna of their own.
Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if I started receiving death threats the mont the news of my identity spread beyond these walls.
"What kind of talk?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "If you’re going to tell I have to get pregnant right away before soone tries to kill , then forget it. I’m not so miracle baby factory. I can’t control sothing like that."
The elders standing at a distance stiffened, clearly hearing what I said, even though I hadn’t spoken loudly.
One of them—a tall man with silver hair braided down his back—glanced at Theron, as if to ask, ’Did she really just say that?’
Theron let out a long sigh. He finally lowered his hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose, clearly trying to keep his cool.
"No one’s asking you to have a child right now," he muttered. "And definitely not as so kind of ... urgent mission."
That was a relief.
After all, I wasn’t so ancient artifact that needed to produce an heir before it got destroyed. Besides, it wasn’t like I could get pregnant anyway.
"Then what exactly do you want to talk about?" I asked again.
The elders looked like they were about to speak, but when Theron raised his hand to silence them, none of them dared to say a word.
Instead, he said gently, "You just woke up. Why don’t you have breakfast first?"
He stepped forward, positioning himself between and the elders. "And maybe ... you should change clothes."
I glanced down and finally realized that the pants I had tied around my waist were slipping down again. If I didn’t hold onto them, they would’ve fallen right off.
Worse, the oversized shirt I’d thrown on had slipped down my shoulder, exposing far too much skin.
"Oh ... I couldn’t find my clothes," I admitted, then glanced up at him. "Are you mad that I wore yours?"
Theron gave a small smile, but there was sothing behind his eyes, like he was fighting the urge to look away, to keep his hands to himself, to stay calm.
He had desire within him and sothing deeper ... maybe anger too, but not at .
"I’m not mad at you," he said softly. Then he turned to face the elders, his expression darkening. "But I’d appreciate it if the gentlen here could lower their gaze and please leave the room."
The elders exchanged looks, clearly unhappy about being dismissed, but none of them dared challenge Theron’s tone.
He hadn’t raised his voice, but the weight behind his words was undeniable.
One by one, they began to leave, their footsteps heavy with reluctance. The last one paused for a mont before shutting the door behind him, leaving only Theron and in the room.
Theron finally let out a breath he’d been holding. "They’ll be back later," he said, turning to . "But don’t worry. I won’t let them force anything on you."
He started walking toward , but instead of touching , he moved to the windows and closed them tight, making sure I wasn’t able to open it anymore.
Then, his voice lowered, more serious than before. "Listen to , Evelyn. I know you might not trust completely yet, but please, trust just this once."
He looked straight into my eyes. "The only way I can keep you safe ... is if you stay with ."
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