Chasing His Betrayed Luna



AURELIA

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"We can't be honest with her. You've to come up with a lie." Inara chimed her argument into my head as I fought a mental battle in order to decide the path I would be taking with Iris's words echoing in my mind as a reminder of my situation.

"But for how long would I keep lying? Think about it, Ina." I countered my wolf despite the battle going on within me. "Iris seems like the only person who can help me get answers. She's partially like us and she can lead us home, help us get better with our abilities, maybe, I can know my parents.”

"They are dead, Relia. What's the point of digging up the dead past? Whereas we have Tristan to do more than Iris could ever do. He brought us this far." Inara argued convincingly.

I frowned, annoyance zapping through me. "I thought you were on my side this time. You motivated me to find answers."

"What's wrong with you! I'm always on your side and yes, I support getting answers but not revealing who we are. Think about the risk we'd be taking-" Inara stood firm, her anger colliding with mine.

I was about to snap at Inara. She wasn't listening to me but Iris got both our attention when she blurted with squinted eyes, "You are immune to silver aren't you?"

I sucked in a sharp breath, still finding it difficult to make up my mind. Should I just tell her?This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"When Raiden found out you were his destined mate, we all knew you were wolfless and I assumed you were a late bloomer but now, I think I've you figured out," Iris stated, her eyes narrowing as she used them to seize me up.

I sighed, "l-iris, you won't understand-"

"Oh, I think I do, Aurelia." Iris scooted closer to me, her butt barely on the bed. "The only wolf I knew who was immune to silver was my mom and she is a white wolf which means you are one as well."

My breath hitched.

She really has me figured out...

"How is that possible?" Iris asked herself but her eyes didn't leave my frame. "The pack perished in the great war and all white wolves were believed to be dead."

It took a few minutes of silence before I found my voice and I muttered, “I've been asking myself the same question since you told me about the extinct pack in the hospital."

Iris managed to smile amidst the confusion, "So you admit? You're a white wolf?"

With fear in her heart and doubts clouding the eyes of my soul, I nodded, "Yes, I am, Iris but you can't tell Raiden or anyone about me, please." "Why, Aurelia? Why do you feel the need to hide who you are?" Iris questioned with a frown but I could have sworn that I saw understanding in her gray eyes.

But of course, she wouldn't know. I have lived in a dark world... treated like garbage. Iris had always been loved by everyone. She had the support of her mate and the biggest pack. She even had her parents to help her through her formative years. Sadly, I didn't.

I was seen as a weirdo instead and I had to dye my hair because of that.

Should I mention how life treated me even after I left this pack?

Heck, Iris would never understand.

"You are unique and I can help you become the wolf you are destined to be. I can help you trace your origin, find your parents-" "They are dead, Iris." I countered.

She frowned, "Huh?"

"My parents are dead." I clarified using the same words Inara fired at me some minutes ago but my face fell the next second. "At least my mom is." Since I was already on the path of revelation I decided to tell Iris about Dakota and how she took me in after my mom died. "I never knew her but Dakota told me she was injured and died after I was delivered and named."

"Hmm. The great war happened around the time of your birth and from what Nolan and I discovered before we interfered and made the leaders of Dark Moon pay, a few. members of the elite family survived and went into hiding but we never found them." Iris explained, taking my hands in hers and squeezing gently.

“Are you saying I might be one of them?" I asked Iris, as hope sparked up in my soul.

Iris tilted her head to the side as she replied, "Those that went into hiding were badly hurt and yes, I think one of them is your mother."

Although Iris was opening my eyes to some possibilities, those weren't enough to lead me to my origin.

What if there are still some of my kind left out there? What if I am not the last white wolf?

Iris squeezed my hands again,

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bringing me out of my thoughts. She voiced, "I understand that you don't feel safe which is why you have been hiding your identity but Aurelia, you are meant to be the light of the realm. You are meant for greater things and you could be the one to revive White Shade Pack.

"I doubt that," I whispered, closing my eyes. "I'm engaged to the son of the people that destroyed White Shade Pack-"

"Alpha Tristan. I heard about that." Iris etched with disdain.

I shook my head, defending Tristan, “He is not like them. He's a good man."

"Are you sure about that? Or are you just like the rest of the White Wolves?" Iris asked rhetorically

"I'm not wrong about Tristan." I can't be wrong. I told Iris about everything Tristan and I had experienced together. Tristan definitely didn't seem like the best one out there but he had a good heart...

But he still hasn't reached out to me... It's almost as if he had stopped caring about me... about Kyle who could have died if Iris didn't step in to save him.

"Whereas, I can't be the light of the realm." Not when I could be dying...

Iris sighed. “Whatever you decide, Aurelia but know that I am here for you. I can help you heal your heart or teach you how to heal yourself and your son's lungs. You have potential and it is my duty to warn you that Tritan might just be using you for your ability."

"I'm not that strong, Iris. I am a liability to him." I retorted, wondering how she knew about my dying heart and Kyle's fragile lungs. I didn't recall telling

her.

But she scoffed, "You'll be a fool to

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believe that." iris stood from the bed and walked to her a small wardrobe beside her closet. "If I can't give you all the answers you seek before you leave, Obelieve this journal will contains everything a White Wolf needs to know, including the names of the survivors that were never found."

My heart leaped for joy as I rose to my feet and joined Iris beside her closet. I took the brown journal from her and let out, "Thank you. This would be of help."

"Keep it safe and feel free to return to me whenever you need a teacher or someone to talk to." Iris offered me a kind smile as she opened her arms to hug me.

I hugged her back, saying, "I will but promise me you won't tell anyone about me... about everything we discussed not even your son. Especially him"

"I promise, Child. Even though you are separating my grandkids from their grandmama, I know how dangerous the realm can be for a white wolf." Iris chuckled, patting my back softly.

I felt the need to apologize to Iris but she could blame her son for the fact that she wouldn't get to know her grandkids. With the journal in my hand, curiosity ate me away, thinking about the information hidden in its pages.

But regardless, I was ready to leave Dark Moon Pack once again.

Hopefully, this would be the last time.