All Chapters of My Luna My Witch: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

If Emily was being perfectly honest with herself, she hadn't been expecting her night to go as wonderfully as it did.When they came out of her apartment, she and Andrew walked a few blocks arm in arm before Andrew spotted some silly weird-shaped glasses and bought a pair for each of them. Then they moved from food cart to food cart, trying to sell their tourist dreams and faking their accents to impress food vendors.Each vendor got a different story and city depending on the vendor's countenance, but they mostly pretended to be a couple on their honeymoon that had heard of how great New York was and had come to experience it. Emily laughed so hard that she almost choked on her food. At some point, she couldn't keep up with the fake accents anymore. Even when a random person on the streets called their bluff and told them that they belonged in hell for lying, Emily didn't feel guilty as she normally would. That night she'd broken a thousand rules that she normally wouldn't dare to

Andrew's senses awoke before him. His wolf, who had been in attack mode, immediately simmered at the warm scent that filtered into Andrew's nostrils.Andrew smiled, it smelled like home. It smelt like his mother. He cracked his eyes open and caught a glimpse of a very familiar surrounding.He jolted up, seeing himself in his mother's old cottage house. The memories returned at once and this time they weren't bad like he'd been fearing that they would. His wolf purred enjoying the calming scent that smeared itself around his senses. The bittersweet memories engulfed him, he remembered them all. The laughter of his childhood, the games he played with his mother, tagging along with her in her little garden, his first big wound, his nightmares, their little outings, He groaned, feeling blissed. Then the sad memories trickled in little by little. He remembered the first time his father returned home, he'd been sleeping in his room when he heard voices. "Did you think I wouldn't find you

'He's not your father.' Laura's words resounded in his head as he prepared for his date with Emily. She'd already called to confirm their date and though he'd thought of canceling it so he could spend the night ruminating on everything he had heard, she sounded so elated that he couldn't bear to do so.He stared at his reflection, seeing his wolf and not balking with hatred and disgust as he usually did. Laura and a witch helped him get over his fear of mirrors during her great reveal.Andrew swallowed as a wave of shock shot through his body.The things Laura had revealed to him just hours ago were messing with his head. He had his wolf, who he'd allowed to remain close to the surface since Laura had asked, to thank for his sanity.His wolf was able to contain his wilding emotions and keep them from erupting by concentrating on what was important, which was not letting Emily down tonight.'There's a fourth prophecy.' Laura had said. "Douglas is not your father."Andrew's mouth fell

Andrew watched Emily struggle in her sleep. She'd been like that since he brought her home and His wolf was not taking it lightly. It wanted to hunt and kill whatever was putting her through so much terror.When he'd returned from getting her things, he found her screaming and bawling at something imaginary. Seeing Emily who he knew to be tough and buoyant be so terrified that it triggered a panic attack, hurt him. He'd frozen for seconds before he approached her and tried to bring her back to her senses. It took him at least 30 mins to calm her down before he was able to drive them home.Since she was asleep, his wolf automatically came closer to the surface. Together they sensed that Emily hadn't told them everything about the case they were working on. Though he wished he knew, he couldn't blame her, both of them were still entitled to their secrets and he too had kept a lot from her. Yet, from the fear pouring out from her, he sensed that whatever trouble she was in was more than

Andrew looked at the gem in his hand then the poem and then at the group of people loitering around. In the last few hours, he'd asked questions about the town. Lakewood was one of those small towns where everyone knew everyone and their business. Though his guest house was secluded, and he had only passed by when coming and going out of town, they knew that he was the occupant and that he had a visitor, all without stepping a foot into his territory.It would have amazed him if he wasn't used to such intrusion. Living with wolves left no privacy at all. The townspeople watched him like a hawk watched its prey as he gathered information about them. He could tell from their overly bright smiles and hospitality that there were secrets they intended to hide and that they were also extremely curious about his sudden appearance.According to them, the property in which he was staying hadn't been used for about two decades. Although the housekeeper who was one of them tended to and restocke