His Forbidden Luna 4 Hallucinations

Cato and Sixtus did intend to capture Raphaela like Lorenzo suspected but as usual, they always underestimated the strength of a she wolf. Even in her sick state, the two wolf assasins were dead in seconds before the guards Antonio dispatched arrived. They could only dispose off the bodies.

She lay in bed, reading a book, seemingly calm and well in contrast to the dying feeling she felt on the inside. The pack doctor was doing her best but the wolfsbane she had taken in was fatal. It was a surprise she only suffered from weakness and hallucinations.

And it frustrated her that all her hallucinations were about a certain man.

Who suddenly appeared.

She sniffed in blood.

"Who did you kill this time?"

Lorenzo hadn't gone to his room after dealing with his pack members but to Raphaela, all bloody and angry.

"Didn't you feel it?" He sat by her bedside, his head dropping unto her lap.

"A little. I'm currently too weak to feel or hear much."

"Take care of me tonight." He ordered.

"No way." She protested but left his head on her lap, "wash off the blood stink. It's making me feel worse."

He was no longer present in the room. She waited, continuing with her reading. He reappeared in five minutes, his head back on her lap.

"I'll leave tonight."

"No."

"I have your mess to clean up, my manager will be sick with worry. Being here with you doesn't mean I hate you any less."

He didn't respond.

"After I leave, never contact me again. It'll only make things difficult for the both of us."

He still didn't respond.

"Lorenzo?"

He was fast asleep.

Five hours later, Lorenzo was still fast asleep on her lap and she still sitting stiffly. Her hands never touched him and though she was feeling dizzy, she kept her eyes glued on her book, refusing to show any sign of tenderness.

A knock on the door interrupted her baseless reading.

"Don't let him in." 

Lorenzo. How was he able to mind link her in his sleep? A gesture confirmed her suspicion. He was awake.

"He says you shouldn't come in." She mind linked Antonio at the door.

"Tell him I have important news."

"It can wait."

"Tell me." She said instead.

After Antonio delivered the entire information to her and left, Lorenzo finally raised his head.

Out of the huge information, only one nagged at her.

"Have you met her before?"

"She's one of my warriors, of course."

"She saved your life."

"She killed herself, I could have easily caught the arrow."

"But she put herself in line anyway."

"Your point?"

"You're disgusting, so heartless, you don't even care about the life of your pack member."

Lorenzo kept mute.

"Release me. I'm afraid if I stay any longer, I'll end up killing you."

Before she completed her sentence, Lorenzo was gone.

She gazed at the spot where he had been sitting, a complicated look on her face.

*********

"Raphaela! Good God! Where have you been!?"

Raphaela catwalked into her modest country house, her presence that of elegance and dominance. Her flowery yellow gown fluttered behind her, giving her a soft feel.

She made the pack doctor give her some herbs to help control the dizziness and hallucinations and after that, she left the home she never considered a home.

"Why are you always so excited?" She answered boredly, relaxing into a fur covered couch.

Her manager, Julien Hugo, was a handsome man in his early thirties. He had been her manager right from when she debuted, he had been her manager for six years.

He stalked directly to her and yanked her up, "Do you know how worried I was? You went missing for two days! I was out of my mind! And now you saunter in and act so casually, you owe me an explanation."

She gently retrieved herself from his angry hold, "You or the media?"

He glared at her but didn't chase the matter any further. He still had time.

He rubbed two fingers against his forehead before sitting beside her on the couch.

"You heard about Sheng's death?"

"It made the news."

"I've placed a condolence message on your page already and sent flowers to his family home. I know you don't care."

"I'd rather you hadn't done anything."

"It's good for your image. The public doesn't have to know how heartless you really are."

She let out a laugh, curling up into herself on the couch.

"Don't pretend like I'm not here. If you want to sleep, you can lean on me."

"What's my schedule for tomorrow?"

Julien was quiet before he replied, "I've cancelled all your activities for tomorrow except the interview with Your Interest magazine. You rarely appear onscreen, apart from your films and shoots so I had to accept their invite. It begins by 5pm, you can take the whole day to rest, you look tired."

She nodded.

Julien suddenly reached out and pressed a hand to her forehead.

"You're burning up. What happened in those two days?"

She shook her head, shutting her eyes tightly. The pack doctor had warned her that the herbs wouldn't last long, she would have heeded to the warning had she not been desperate to leave.

The hallucinations were coming back.

"You should trust me by now, I don't know why you keep holding back."

The familiar voice had her opening her eyes. Those familiar blue eyes stared down at her wickedly.

"Kill him." His voice resounded in her ears.

Julien wiped her exposed shoulders and hands and face down, oblivious to her true condition.

"I'll get you to a hospital when it brightens. You need to take a bath."

She reached out her hand to touch his face like she always yearned to do.

"Please..." She murmured when his face moved farther and farther away.

"Kill him. Rip his heart out."

The familiar yearn for the hunt began filling her chest and her wolf howled in excitement. Julien's face and the face interchanged continuously.

"Rip his heart out." Both faces snarled, "Tear his flesh apart and feel his blood slip through your fingers. Feel his flesh crumble through your teeth..."

She shook her head continuously, fighting the transformation.

"Raphaela?" Julien called worriedly, "Raphaela... Raphaela...hey, wake up... Raphaela!"

A loud shake snapped her out of her daze, her claws disappeared into soft fingers.

"Julien?"

"It's just a dream. It's okay, it's fine."

He hugged her sweaty body. Her wolf revolted in disgust.

She made to pull away but then she saw his face and those familiar blue eyes.

Her wolf whined in contentment and she relaxed into his hold.

"Lorenzo..." She murmured before slipping into darkness.

Julien never heard, he simply hugged her tightly.