HEART OF A TRUE LUNA novel Chapter 1

10 DAYS AFTER THE ACCIDENT.

AMBER.

My head was throbbing, so I remained lying down with my eyes closed. My head pain was getting manageable compared to how I felt when I woke up two days ago.

I was told it had been a week since the accident, and before I woke up, I kept drifting in and out of consciousness after I had blood transfusions. I lost too much blood, and without a wolf, my body was as frail as a human.

It had been a week, but it felt like it was just a moment ago when I was cramped up in the crashed car and

Zach passed out in front of me. I was hysterical while talking to Dad on the phone. He tried to pacify me while getting information. He eventually passed the phone to my twin brother, Cyrus, so he could call people to help us out of here.

I was terrified. I kept begging them to save Zach.

There was blood everywhere. I could also smell smoke and gas—the idea of the car blowing up was terrifying, like waiting for death to happen.

Eventually, I was able to push my car door open, and my lungs were filled with fresh air. Despite feeling dizzy, I knew I could walk away, but I also knew I couldn’t leave this car without Zach.

Cyrus asked me to walk or crawl away and said that he was sure someone would come for Zach.

I didn’t. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t risk losing him this way. It took a while before my brother understood I had no plans of saving myself without Zach.

It felt like waiting forever, and nothing was happening. I was losing hope. I could hear sirens, but no one was coming for us.

My head felt like exploding, and I was having a hard time breathing. I thought that was it.

I told Cyrus I loved him and that he should tell our family I loved them—that I felt blessed I was born into this family.

I was crying hard. And so was my brother.

I confessed to Cyrus I hated him when I didn’t shift into my wolf. I confessed I cried to Selene and asked why she gave all the Alpha genes to him—allowed him to shift at fourteen while I was left without a wolf.

I kept confessing every mischievous thing I did because I felt I had no more time. It was my last act, so they would remember everything about me. But the line went dead. My battery was gone.

I was alone again.

My head was hurting and so was every part of my body. I felt my bones were being ripped away from me. It was getting harder to breathe. And harder to keep my eyes open.

I scooted my head more into Zach’s chest. He was still unconscious, but the slow beating of his heart was my only hope that he was still alive and it was my only force to keep holding on to my consciousness.

But it was getting harder to keep my eyes open.

Until I couldn’t hear anything anymore, even my own voice but I still tried. “I love you, Zach…”

And then I blacked out. Darkness took me away.

I thought that was the end of it, but I was lucky to be given another chance. I was lucky to survive.

I still had no idea what happened after or how I got here, as my doctor suggested we take it one at a time.

But I haven’t seen Zach. I knew he was alive. Aside from that, nothing more.

When I woke up, I asked the nurse about him. She didn’t answer. Instead, she pressed the intercom and told someone I was awake.

Mom and Dad rushed to my room, and ten minutes later, Cyrus and our younger sister, Eva, came. My whole family was there. I could see the relief and happiness in their expression. I should be happy, but the man I wanted to see was not around.