All Chapters of Tears of the Moon: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Jaxon. I didn't know what else to do. Do I think taking her outside is reckless? Yes. Do I worry about an attack with her outside and her safety in jeapody? Of course. Do I worry about her burning down the entire pack because she has a surge of emotions? Absolutely. But do I worry more about her emotional state right now? One hundred fucking percent. The way she didn't even register that we were in the room. Or how her eyes became so hollow and lifeless. Her face as smooth as glass instead of laugh lines, tears, or furrowed brows. It all became too much for me to see. So I did the only thing I could think of and rushed her outside. She laid limply in my arms with her eyes wide open, yet no life was found inside of them. I had hoped I could get her dressed before taking her out in her flimsy hospital gown, but she couldn't wait any longer. I was going to lose her. Kicking open the door of the hospital, the sun bathed us in its light and I saw her eyes squint at the sudden intrusion

The first of my screams pierce the sky as my body arches off the ground as if I am possessed. Jaxon's mouth is licking in between my folds at an extremely fast rate and I don't know if this is what heaven feels like. My emotions of terror and ecstasy are conflicting one another. "Stop thinking, just feel," Jaxon says in a muffled voice from between my legs while his face is still buried. When he talks it rattles my lips causing more fluid to come out and my head to land softly back in the dirt. He sucks on my clit harshly while humming, he must have noticed how much the deep vibrations effect me. Before I know it, I can feel one of his fingers enter my quivering womanhood. I hold my breath, waiting for the worst. But he doesn't do anything just stops with his finger still inside and his mouth still attached while humming. I let myself relax as best as I can and dig my fingers into the soil. I can do this, I can do this, he isn't them, he isn't them. I keep repeating to myself. Once I

Jaxon. "I see... Long auburn hair with a slightly annoying wave to it. Green eyes and long lashes with thin eyebrows. Freckles on a nose that doesn't agree with the rest of my face. I see three hideous scars that show I am weak. I see a pitiful excuse of a human being. If I can even call myself that anymore. Jaxon, why am I doing this? This is just showing me everything I dislike about myself. My eyes are too big for my face causing my nose to look disproportioned--" Layla begins picking herself apart and I can't take it anymore. I lay down on her back propping myself on my elbows so I don't crush her tiny frame under my giant one. I lean over her shoulder so our faces are side by side looking at each other in the waters reflexion. "I am going to stop you right there," I say gently, "You see this hair?" I ask as I take one finger and twirl a strand of her thick locks around my finger, "It reminds me of who you are. Fire. It's fierce yet subtle, showing a softer side to you. A caring

The eyes are black as night and his hot breath smells like rotten carcasses. He is a dirty gray color with scars littering his body. He shifts into a young man that is tall and lanky and also covered in scars from head to toe. Some are circular, like cigarette burns, and others look like he has been cut up with knives and claws so many times. My heart pities him, such a rough life for someone so young.Another man approaches with long nappy hair that is on its way to becoming dreadlocks with how unmaintained it is. He is also covered in scars and missing part of an ear. He wipes his bleeding nose with the back of his hand."You did good Rourke," He grumbles as he slaps the young man on his back, hard. "Boss will be pleased. Hell, he may even feed your skinny ass. Let's grab her and get the hell out of here before that sadistic bastard catches us." He says as he wipes more blood from his nose.Five more naked guys all in the same state show up. They are all bleed

Layla. "What did you do?!" Jaxon yells at me. I have no words, because I don't understand what it is I just did. I am watching with bated breath as Grey gasps for air. The slice in his neck slowly starts weaving itself back together as the blood stops pouring from the wound. The burns around his ankles and wrists from the cuffs are changing back into healthy pink skin. His wounds on his face start pulsing as the blood starts circulating back through his body and they, too, begin to heal. All I had done was cried on him as I prayed for him to live. Prayed for him to get better. I couldn't stand the thought of losing yet another person because of me. Sure I wasn't the one that ultimately killed him, but it was because of me none the less. I watch as Grey coughs a few times as Jaxon goes down on his hands and knees to sit behind Grey and pull him into a slight sitting up position against his chest to allow oxygen to enter his body easier. All I can do, is watch. Whatever I did saved