Page 68 of Luna

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Because he should. It was my fault.

Everything was all my fault.

Luna…

My head shoots up at the sound of my new name. It doesn’t belong in this memory, nor does the voice that speaks it.

It’s not the first time I’ve heard a voice calling to me.

Prescott.

Knight.

Lark.

Lexi.

Silva.

Aries.

Briar.

I even think I recognize Ven’s and Mack’s voices at some point, but I can’t be sure.

Luna, please. Come back to us.

I frown at Prescott’s words. Come back to them?

How can I come back from hell?

Because that must be where I am. Otherwise, why would I be reliving these moments on repeat?

Luna, you’re stronger than this. Please.

No, Lark, I’m not sure I’m strong at all.

In fact, I’m falling apart, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself together.

I turn my back on the scene that’s started over again, my heart jumping with the gunshot.

Why do I have to keep reliving this?

Why must I endure this torture?

Come on, omega. You need to come back to us.

I think that’s Mack.

Stop being so damn stubborn, Luna. Come back to your pack.

That’s Ven, but his words confuse me.

My pack? What pack?

Knight and Prescott?

Come back to your family, Luna. We’re all here for you.

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