Child Of The Moon

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Chapter Nineteen: The Mole

The room was painfully quiet. The music had been shut off and Wolves stood in a loose semi-circle around us. Louis was kneeling beside Marc who was bleeding rapidly. My hand was on the wound, pressing as I looked into his face. He looked weak, but not dazed as his Wolf form faded away and his human form came back.

"Dammit," he muttered, frowning.

"Shh, don't talk," I said, looking at Louis who was removing the bullet as I spoke. "You'll use up all your energy."

Marc's eyes focused on me. He looked me up and down, his eyes darkening.

"You're naked."

I shook my head at him, rolling my eyes.

"That isn't really important right now."

His eyes shifted to the males in the room, a low warning growl sounding deep in his throat. Every male in the room completely avoided even looking in my direction. Shot and wounded or not, Marc was intimidating as hell.

"You need to put something on," he growled. "Now."

I rolled my eyes again.

"If I move my hands, you'll bleed out. Me being naked isn't as important as you bleeding to death. Now, shut up and let Louis do his job."

There was a surprised silence from the Wolves. They probably weren't very used to someone telling their Alpha to shut up.

Looking amused, Marc sighed and nodded once. "Yes, ma'am."

Not even a minute later, Louis had fished out the bullet. It was made of pure silver and Louis cringed away from it a little before checking Marc's wound.

"Hmm," he said, frowning slightly.

"What?" My voice was sharp.

"The bullet is removed, but it was silver," he said, looking at me. "Wolves don't survive silver bullets."

My breath completely stopped, my throat becoming tight.

"What are you saying?" I croaked around the fist in my throat, struggling to keep the tears at bay.

"I'm saying that we can take him somewhere more comfortable, but..." he trailed off, looking at me pityingly.

My eyes met Marc's. He was watching my reaction, but didn't seem too surprised himself. He had known he was a dead man once he had been with that silver bullet.

"You promised," I whispered, brokenly. "You promised you wouldn't leave me."

"And I won't," he said, his voice was hoarse now, his breathing heavier. "I'll just be away from you a little while, that's all. But one day, you and I will walk on the moon, in the goddess's light together."

All the Wolves were completely avoiding eye contact now. The tears wouldn't stop flowing. I had known that losing Marc would be heartbreaking, but here, in this moment, it was earth shattering.

I placed my head on his chest, not caring about the blood. I listened as his breathing grew heavier and heavier. I listened as his heart began to slow.

"I love you, Tanaya," he said, weakly.

"I love you, too," I whispered back, brokenly.

I closed my eyes. My Wolf was curled around his fading one, seeking comfort. I, on the other hand, was hoping there was something I could do for him. It was silly. He was dying, yet I was still hoping against hope there was some way I could save him.

As I layed there, I felt warmth spread through my arm to the hand that was pressing on Marc's wound. My hand went from warm to hot and when I opened my eyes, a white light was seeping into Marc's wound. As I watched, the wound was closing before my very eyes. His breathing steadied and his heartbeat was strong again.

He opened his eyes and looked straight at me, sitting up. He tore his gaze from me to peer at his wound, then he looked at me again.

"Well, shit," he said.

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"It's amazing," the head doctor--a graying man in his fifties--was exclaiming, his eyes wide as he looked at Marc's completely healed wound. "It's just...healed. Just like that. Amazing!"

Marc looked at the doctor in amusement before turning his gaze on me, affection all over his face.

"It's because of my Mate," he said, proudly. "She's the amazing one here."

My face grew warm at his compliment and the doctor nodded, looking between us before looking away.

"Indeed, Alpha Allen. I'm going to go run some tests and make sure you're really okay. I'll be back in an hour."

After that, the doctor was gone, leaving Marc and I completely alone.

"I suppose I should thank you," he said.

"For what?"

"You saved my life."

I rolled my eyes. I seemed to be doing a lot of that tonight.

"You don't have to do that," I told him. "I wanted to save you. I didn't do it out of responsibility. I did it because..." I trailed off, my heart suddenly in my throat.

Marc watched me, his gaze steady and unwavering.

"Because what?"

"Because I care about you, okay?" My face was hot now and I was thoroughly embarrassed.

He smiled softly. "It's not the same as you telling me you loved me before you thought I was going to die, but it'll do."

"You heard that?" My eyes were wide and I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

"Of course I did. I wasn't dead yet, you know."

I avoided eye contact and turned my gaze to the floor. I heard the sound of the cot groaning in protest as he stood, but I kept my gaze downward. I watched as his feet came into view and he grasped my chin softly, pulling my face up to meet his.

"You already know that I love you and now I know that you love me. There's nothing to be embarrassed about, little Mate."

"Really? Then, why do I feel embarrassed?" I muttered, mostly to myself.

"I have no idea," he answered, stepping closer. "But, I have a vague idea on how I should stop it."

He leaned forward until his lips brushed mine. My breath got stuck in my throat and my eyes met his. His lips were mere centimeters away from mine and when our eyes met, his darkened. With a low growl he pressed his lips to mine. Every single nerve in my body came to life with that kiss. The Bond thrummed, my Wolf wrapped herself in an embrace with his, our souls caressed one another.

It was literally magic.

I had denied it all this time, but now, as his lips moved fiercely against mine, I couldn't deny it anymore. He was made for me and I was made for him. We were two pieces of a puzzle, two halves of a whole. Without Marc Allen there was no Tanaya Brinks and vice versa.

He pulled away, his eyes alight with a desire I'd seen on his face so many times when he looked at me.

"Damn," he said, chuckling. "I need to get shot by silver bullets more often."

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The head doctor gave Marc the okay to leave, saying he appeared to be completely fine.

Once we stepped out of the hospital room, it was utter chaos. Aria was pacing back and forth and the warriors were shouting among themselves.

"Quiet."

Marc didn't bellow or even raise his voice a little, he spoke calmly, but with undeniable authority. When it was completely silent, Marc spoke.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"It's a theory, Alpha," one of the warriors spoke up, looking nervous.

"And what theory is that?"

"They think we have a mole," Lyssa said, shaking her head. "I think it's ridiculous. Wolves are always loyal to their Alphas. There's no Wolf I can think of who'd have the stones to betray you or this Pack."

"Really?" came Aria's voice as she stopped her pacing to look around the room, sizing everyone up. "Because it makes perfect sense to me. I got that feeling the other day when the Hunters came straight to the gym. It was like they knew where the Luna was and were coming straight for her. Plus, we never did find out exactly how they got in. This school is under heavy surveillance, you can't get in or out unless you have permission. Then, they end up in here again and are in our gym with hundreds of innocent students, taking a shot at our Alpha. Come on, these incidents aren't mere coincidences. Someone is helping them. We have a mole."

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Marc decided to stay behind with the warriors and Aria. He wanted to have a talk with the Hunters in the dungeon, hoping they could shed some light on whether we had a mole or not. He sent Lyssa to guard me for the night, just in case the mole let someone else in.

"Do you really think it's a mole?" Lyssa asked, looking up at the ceiling.

I was laying in bed and she was sitting in one of the chairs, looking thoughtful.

"Aria seems to think so and she doesn't strike me as the paranoid type. If she says there's a mole, I believe her."

"It's crazy to even think about," Lyssa said. "Wolves are always so loyal to their Alpha and their Luna and their Pack. You could literally torture them and they wouldn't give up any information that would hurt their Pack. The idea of one of our own double-crossing us." She shook her head. "It's scary."

I murmured my agreement.

"Marc will find whoever's betraying us," I assured her, as sleep began to rear its head. "And when he finds them, it won't end well for them."

"I hope you're right," was the last thing I heard Lyssa say before I drifted off.

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I was on the moon. Selene was standing before me, her gaze more serious that I'd ever seen it before.

"Selene, what's wrong?" I asked.

"It is almost time," she said. "Dolos is near you, my child. He is disguised as someone you trust. He is the one letting the Hunters into the school."

"I knew it," I said, pacing. "Who is he disguised as?"

"I do not know. He has cloaked himself well and is hiding from me and all the other gods and goddesses as well. You must be careful from now on, daughter. Trust no one. He is the god of trickery for good reason. You would do well to remember that."

And with that she disappeared, immersing me in complete darkness.

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