The Rogue Luna

Chapter 14

Well my little readers, I think I'm going to add some feels in this chapter. And I do apologize for the last chapter and all of it's mistakes, so I hope y'all forgive me. So anyways, let's get reading!!!

Nick's POV

Willow Smith.

She was all I could think about. The way her blonde hair blew in the wind. The way her blue eyes always showed kindness. The way she talked. The way how she acted so real. She was just captivating. That's why I loved her. But how can I love her if I already found my mate? How is it even possible?

For some reason, I couldn't see myself with Sophia. She's my mate, but I have to admit, she's cruel. We have our own pack of rouges, but she just treats them like trash. A real luna would never do that. That's why it feels like we're drifting apart.

But Willow, I can see myself with her. I can see us raising our own pups and teaching them how to shift for the first time. If she was my mate, that would be perfect.

But I think she still hates me. After that night, who wouldn't. I killed everyone, even my bestfriend. I thought I killed Willow too. My heart just felt broken. But when I saw that she was still alive, joy overwhelmed me.

I shook my head. I shouldn't be thinking about this. Sophia's my mate and I love her. But why does Willow keep popping up in my head?

"Hey babe?" I whispered.

A moment passed until Sophia finally answered.

"Yeah," she mumbled from underneath the bed sheets.

I smiled. Her morning voice was so cute. She almost sounds like Willow.

No! I can't think about her!

"Um, I'm going to go for a jog, if that's alright."

"Yeah, but when you get back I have some loose ends I want you to take care of."

I nodded. "Of course."

I got out of bed and slipped on a sweat shirt, sweat pants, socks, and some teni-shoes. Then I crept out of our room and out the front door of our small shack.

It was morning for sure. The sun had barely risen and the wolves were sleeping by some forest trees. I wonder which ones Sophia wanted me to take care of.

I shook my head and began to jog into the woods. I began to pick up speed and the trees soon became blurs as I ran. I only had one thing on my mind.

Willow.

I kept running until I was right in front of Willow's wall. The wall she made around her burnt down village. I remember watching her build it. She wouldn't take a break until it was finished. And sometimes, I could tell when she had her feelings. When she would feel that I was watching her from the trees. But she would just ignore it.

I stepped inside the wall for the first time and was amazed at what I saw. There were flowers growing everywhere. There was a partially burnt house, but it looked well taken care of. And down a path from it were graves. A lot of graves. Most likely the bodies of her pack.

But something caught my eye. There was a large circle of dead grass. I knew exactly what that was three years ago. It was the bonfire Willow and I had danced around. That was the first time I realized I actually loved her instead of my mate, but I denied those feeling then.

"Willow!" I called.

No answer.

I walked to the burnt house and entered. It was cleaned up and well decorated inside.