The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 64: Silver Eyes

Blake slammed through the door, and I followed close behind him. Inside, a small group had gathered, all focused on the guy in the middle who was nearly the color of wine, his face a deep red that edged into purple. He looked just like Blake, only flushed and frantic. That had to be his twin Drake.

"Breathe, you idiot! It’s not worth dying over!" Hannah was yelling at him, her voice sharp and panicked.

"I’m back! Breathe!" Blake cried, but he barely got the words out before Drake inhaled hard, the gasp jagged and desperate like he was clawing air back into his lungs.

"Jesus Christ, took you long enough!" Johnson shouted, clearly flustered as he tugged at his wild curls, which for once weren’t tied back. "A few more seconds and I’d have to tell Mark that Hannah and I were behind bars because we just stood there and watched a murder go down!"

Someone laughed, one of the girls. "He looks like a tomato. We should totally get a picture."

"Shame," another girl muttered, less amused.

Then came a softer voice, gentle and full of concern. "Are you okay, Drake?"

I spotted her, a redhead with sharp green eyes, leaning over Drake. She shared Luke’s features, so she had to be his sister, Leslie. Drake just held up a finger in response, too winded to speak.

Hannah dropped onto the couch beside another girl who had deep brown skin, short dark hair, and light brown eyes that sparkled with mischief. She munched on popcorn with a smug grin. I could already tell she had the kind of humor that could cut both ways. Beside her sat another girl I guessed was Angela, dark hair, dark eyes, caramel skin, and a quiet, unreadable expression that hinted she wasn’t enjoying the chaos.

Drake finally spoke through heavy breaths. "Were you trying to kill me, you little shit?" he huffed. "As soon as I catch my breath, I’m gonna chop you into tiny pieces and, damn, I’m exhausted."

Leslie and Luke helped him into a sitting position as he swayed on his feet.

"Sorry, bro. I was running, and then I bumped into—" Blake started, clearly flustered.

I was still standing behind him, unnoticed so far, while everyone’s attention remained glued to Drake.

"If you say a girl, I swear I’ll tell Mom you were plotting to murder me," Drake snapped, though the fury on his face was starting to fade.

"No! Well, yeah, actually, it was—" Blake fumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.