Sick

He has never doubted himself. Not once did he think he would. And thinking he was because of what his Luna said, he felt even more uneasy.

If it were not for his ego, he would have asked her. But again, the mere imagination of Luna Adrielle satisfied that she knew something he didn’t, he thought, “fuck it.”

On their way back to the packhouse, Elder Karela said nothing, but he could see her through the corner of his eyes, she was staring at him, as if trying to decipher what run inside his mind.

To say he was confused would be an understatement, there were things Luna Adrielle would say but not when it came to his emotions and scents, she was always good at noticing them, and for a long time, she always pointed them out, and always, always, she was right.

He wondered if Beta Pierre had smelt it and if he had, why hadn’t he ever asked him? Even Elder Karela, they have been close this past days, did she choose to ignore?

Fuck it. He thought. Why was he cussing at others when he shoul