I laid in bed in darkness under the comforter, in my pajamas, sleeping or crying, or showering to scrub myself because I felt disgusting.
It had been four days and I hadn't left the room but once.
There was a knock on the door and Sarah entered the room.
"Taylor?"
I groaned in response, covering my head with the blanket- a clear signal I wanted to be alone.
The signal was not recieved.
"Taylor, will you come down for breakfast?" Sarah asked.
"I'm not hungry."
"Well I know for a fact that that is a lie." Sarah arched an eyebrow at me, standing in front of me, knowing full and damn well I was watching her through a crack in the blanket.
"Fine. No." I grumbled.
"Alright." Sarah gave in with a sigh. "I'll bring a tray up. Again," She added under her breath as she left.
Did I feel bad for disappointing her? Sure.
Did I feel worse because my brother was dead? Damn right.
The waterworks started again, and I cried myself to sleep for about three hours.
I was shaken awake too soon by Evan, who was sitting at my side.
"Taylor?"
"No." I said with a tired sigh. I knew he was asking me to come down for lunch.
"If you won't come down, will you at least eat this tray?" He asked, and I could tell he was irritated.
He was an Alpha- He didn't like being told no. Or being disobeyed. Or being shown attitude.
So right now, he didn't like me.
"Fine." I grumbled, rolling over and turning my back to him.
He didn't like it when I did that either.
Evan left, and I cried again, this time curing my headache with food and a shower.
There was knocking on my door, and the person knocking didn't open the door, so I knew it wasn't my friends, or Evan.
I inhaled, and my wolf recognized the scent of a wolf who hadn't shifted yet.
A child.
I got out of bed and opened the door a crack, looking straight. There was no one there.
I looked down, and my eyes settled on a tiny little girl with bright blue eyes and blonde hair.
"Can I come in?"
Her voice was as tiny and feminine as she was.
I opened the door, confused. The girl came in and sat down on my bed.
She patted the bed next to her, and it took me a minute to process- She was telling me to sit next to her.
She was holding a paper in her hands, and she gave it to me when I sat next to her.
It was a little girl and a mommy and daddy with triangle and square bodies.
"Who are they?" I asked, although I had an idea- the girl didn't have blonde hair though, hers was red, like the father's.
"That's my sister, and my parents." The girl told me. "They're with the Moon Goddess now."
"Oh." I said. I didn't know what else to say. The little girl shrugged.
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The Star Moon *SECOND IN THE MOON SERIES*
Werewolf*CANNOT BE READ AS A STANDALONE, MUST READ THE BLOOD MOON FIRST* Taylor King is a mystery. A hurt and broken girl with a gift that terrifies everyone around her; including herself. Evan is the terrifying Alpha of the Star Pack. He's cold, brutal and...