His Luna, His Enemy, His Doctor

, men with guns, men delirio

ver made my apartme

ushing the frame. The corridor light behind him fades when the door shuts completely, le

can see clear

eady. As

force myself to straighten, to an

" I say, each word delib

amusement, though nothing about his exp

't make it

y skin prickle. It is not the look of a man admiring a woman.

re to argue about

ned now that he is not bleeding out on my table. It vibrates fai

obvious. "Then explain," I say. "Start with what you are and why you were

Instead, he inhales slowly, e

fferent here,

the edge of the table. "T

he hospital," he continues, as if I haven

te the tension. "You don't g

passes through his gaze. "

through my mind, along with the heat that follo

ion back to something concrete. "In my operating ro

have to resist the instinct to retreat further. The air betw

ertainty in his voice is infuriating.

nd," I snap. "And I don't be

don't believe because

d wh

u are no

, all I can hear is the distant hum of traffic o

nfidence. "I was born in a hospital. I have a birth certificate.

es quietly. "But not

n, right where it did earlier. I pre

e movement. "You

hat?" I

e p

eve it. Ever since he touched me, there has been something inside me that feels... awake. Restle

uman," I say instead. "It me

ly barrier between us. Even with it there, I'm acutely aware of how m

s?" he asks. "

n't explain. That doesn't mean I

ut there's no warmth in i

e physiological stress," I say. "Hallucina

hallucinating when you cut m

oat go

know about that

as if he's replaying the memory. "I wa

rse he

lides dow

" I say, forcing steadiness ba

ral long seconds, as if w

e Nightfall Pack,

ind, tied to the man in black

epeat. "As

ng sharp flickers across hi

seems

"That you heal from mortal wounds and break into apartmen

lief," he replies.

orless. "My instincts tel

t a man with golden eyes claimed you as hi

mage of officers standing in this room, try

back quickly, my spine brushing the edge of the kitchen counter. He doesn't touch m

safe," he s

om

me for you now tha

ers. "You're t

warnin

n, and that shift unsettles m

hands on me," he continues

want an

ot change wh

But what I see there is not madness. It is conviction.

?" I ask before

esit

e he entered my apartme

n," he says slowl

g to me, yet it lands i

I say, though the den

sealed," he con

and a strange tremor

es

ms faintly in the back of my min

st the counter to steady my

, then rises back to my face. "You

le and strained. "You nee

he says. "But when they come for you

they?" I

ens. "Those who wou

seems to

er struggle," I say slowly. "That people are

happened

voice chills me more

isper, desp

ne commands wolves,"

re at

s impo

u were hidden

en by

e stretche

at the edge of my mind. "You know

htens. "I k

o my apartment and t

know you ar

u don't get to decide that for me. You

time the intensity is edged wi

ved," he says. "Whethe

my apartment, loud enough to make me flinch.

complete

star

er

hanges, shifting from co

ask, my voice bar

ostrils flaring as th

aster than I expe

h drops.

, followed by the unmistakable sound of somet

slams in

re," I accuse, backi

gardless," he replies, e

e rattles

back ano

't real,"

e first time, there is no domin

hind me,

ck spl

r burst

he shattered wood is a pair of glow