Angry Luna

Staring at her tears, he knew how frightened she was.

She was scared of him and he didn't like it.

Even though every one was scared of him, she was supposed to be an exemption.

As being his mate, she was supposed to strong because things would happen.

She wasn't supposed to be weak just because she was of a weaker race.

"Annabelle," he called gently as he used his thumb to clean her tears.

There were coated blood on his fingers but no scratches as it looked as though it was only red ink that poured on his hands.

"I'm sorry,," he apologised as he ruffled his hair before pulling her into his embrace, letting her cry on his shoulders.

"Shh, it's okay," he said coaxing before disengaging from the hug.

He held her hand as he rubbed his hand on her as though he was feeling the softness of it before walking out of the room with her.

He had opened the door with ease which made her doubt if she actually tried opening it.

She no longer had an excuse for wanting to jump off the window.

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