Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna (Athena Enchanted) novel Chapter 396

AELIANA

Day three, round two.

I hate this place.

Every single day, my hatred for this place grows, and these last three days since I came back have really gotten to me. I have more eyes on me than I did before, which has made it very hard for me to speak to someone. Someone whom Mama Bird instructed me to talk to if I got caught, because there is more than one way out of here. The man is only here twice a week, and I’m being shadowed like crazy, he hasn’t even looked my way, and I can’t wander in his direction.

On the bright side, I haven’t seen Kingston since I asked him to leave. I’m glad he got the message. He doesn't get to see if it’s not at home, that will torture him, it’ll drive him insane, and either way, I’ll win. I’ll get out, or he’ll get in. That’s the only way things will be fine between us, when we are both in the same place under the same conditions. Home seems like a better choice, and he'd better make it, or when I finally get out of here, I’m finding a new pack, not Clinshore, somewhere he would never find me.

“Aeliana!” Someone shakes me. I blink, finding my very clingy nurse staring at me with wide eyes and panic. “What’s going on with you?” She gasps, “She was hurting you.”

Hurting me?

Who was….

I finally take in my surroundings. A lady is being dragged away by two male nurses, screaming profanity and kicking the air while they take her back to her wing. She was sitting on a picnic blanket earlier, and I guess she had an episode because her nurse is on the ground with a plastic fork jammed in her hand. How is that even possible?

“Luna Aeliana,” Evelyn calls, her voice panicked still.

I look down at my arm. I’m wearing a tank top, and my arms are scratched, not enough that I would bleed, but clawed enough to take the skin off. “She was?” I say, the words are more of a realisation, but it comes out like a question.

“Yes,” Evelyn nods.

“Doesn’t matter,” I wave it off. I didn’t feel it, I still don’t, it should at the very least sting, but I feel nothing. Nothing but irritation because I don’t even remember what it was that kept my thoughts occupied when all that ruckus happened right before me.

“She's crazy, you have to—”

“Am I not crazy too?” I frown.

“Come on, let's go inside so I can put ointment on that. It looks pretty bad.” She winces.

“They’re just scratches,” I sigh. “They’ll be gone in a few days.”

“Are you okay?”

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