All Chapters of Tag: Chasing the Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

When I had asked Ciara if I could call her, I hadn’t known that this would happen. In my wildest dreams, I never would have imagined that this was running through Ciara’s head. She had been through a lot in that hellhole, but had thankfully made it out without having actual sex. To have that special time taken from her…I don’t know what that would have done to her. That doesn’t mean that she got out of there without scars, both mental and physical. I hadn’t thought that we would get to this point this quickly in our relationship. I will not push her. I will only give her what she is ready for. But this? This is even better than any phone sex that the humans could ever have, because I can feel her emotions. I can see her through her mind’s eye. If I concentrate hard enough, I can even feel some of the sensations that she’s feeling. Though I’m trying not to feel that, because that will surely make me blow my load faster than anything else and

Kurt hasn’t spoken to me since the night that we broke him out of the hospital. Won’t answer my calls or texts and he has nothing to say through the wolves that are helping us. Oddly enough, he and Caleb have some kind of odd relationship going. I wouldn’t go so far as to call them friends, since their interactions are a little too aggressive and waspish to be friendly. But Kurt seems to have made Caleb his person. Not just to find out about werewolves, but also to bring with him when he talks to the police, the insurance adjuster, his boss, and even Mickey. For his part, Caleb is trying to tell me to give Kurt time. That he’ll come around eventually. He hasn’t completely written off the matebond with me yet. He’s just understandably angry about having his choice taken away from him. He’s pissed that he, once again, isn’t choosing the path that his life is going to take. From what I’m finding out, Kurt’s life wasn’t easy. His mother and fa

I’m in shock that Fatima just rejected Kurt. So much so, that I don’t react when he falls to the ground, curling in on himself as the pain rips through him. So much so, that I don’t react to the pain that etches itself on her face. So much so, that I don’t react to her words. “When he’s ready to accept the rejection, let me know.” It’s not until Kurt makes this animalistic keening sound, that of a beast that is mortally wounded, that I break out of the trance that seems to have taken hold of me. Immediately, I’m on my knees, using my healing magick to take away some of his physical ache. Though that’s not what’s causing him pain. It’s that his soul is literally being ripped apart, the section that fit perfectly with Fatima slashed open and fraying. That’s something that only two beings in this world can fix: Fatima by taking back her rejection and Selene by remolding his soul to fit with another she-wolf. I don’t realize how badly

I don’t even think. The first words out of my mouth are “Do it.” Josefina gives me a sad smile before bowing her head and the whole world goes black.--- When I wake up, I’m in an apartment that I don’t know. The room is small and obviously old, but it’s furnished with things that I probably picked out. I mean it looks like my taste in stuff. But where the fuck am I? Suddenly, I hear what woke me up again. A pounding on the door to the room. And then I hear Mickey’s voice, “Kid! You gotta wake up. We’ve got your therapy appointment in an hour.” Therapy appointment? “I’m up, Mick!” I call, throwing the blankets off of me. “About fucking time,” he calls through the door. Then he just barges in. “Mick! What the fuck are you doing, man?! You can’t just come in here!” I’m not screaming at him, but it’s a near thing. He looks at me like I’m insane. “Well, how the fuck else are you gon

I take the ramp up to the front door of the building, the movements a lot easier than it used to be. Over the past several months, I’ve regained putting much all of the muscle mass that I lost in my upper body. My legs…well, they’re a bit of a different story. They don’t look like the twigs they did when I first woke up here anymore, but they definitely don’t match what my upper body looks like. It’s a long, slow process, but it’s better than what it had been. I’ve got a long road ahead of me, but it’s coming along and I’m happy so far with the progress that I’ve made. Rolling up to the building, I hit the button showing the picture of the guy in the wheelchair to open the door. Of course, at that moment a gust of wind whips up and snatches the paper out of my grip that has the information about my class on it. “Motherfucker,” I mutter. Of course it’s flying away down the fucking stairs. Maybe I can find the room on my o