THE CURSED LUNA
Chapter 8

Tristan's POV

The sudden look of surprise and uneasiness on her face made me suspect something was fishy. The way her body twitched at the mention of the name, Amira was something to be carefully studied. "What's wrong Emi? You don't seem comfortable"

"Nothing really Tris, I'm just wondering what must have prompted them so much to think I'm their long lost Amira, it's quite ridiculous you know? Amira asked, looking perturbed, as if trying to switch the conversation. "Well, I hope you're just fine with the project?" I asked,

"Like I told you, I'd have to think through it thoroughly, this way, it'd enable me know and understand which is which. If we should help them or not" she said, her full lips calling me to do justice to them.

"Come where" I said, pulling her to myself as I found my lips entangles in hers. I kissed her passionately as if my life depended on it.

Emily's arrival in our pack has brought me nothing but absolute demeanor of peace and happiness. Myself and my men found her in her own pool of blood years ago when we were returning from a business meeting we had with Stone Age company that fateful day. I was made to represent the company on behalf of my father

I wondered what would have made a set of people so callous to the point of trying to end the life of a young lady, as harmless as a dove.

"The good you do comes back to you, the evil you do, remains with you". I got tired of that 'lame phrase' like I'd always call it. All I ever wanted was for her to regain her consciousness and see her hale and heafyu again. Every look at such wonderful creature made me shiver. I looked at her with keen interest and deep concerns that I couldn't explain.

One thing I know I owed myself was keeping her alive which I did with everything I've got. Every look at her fuelled my enthusiasm to always, by all means make sure she didn't lack anything and stay alive for her

I made my way to her room after I had a short chit chat with the doctor taking care of her.

"How's she feeling now doc?" I asked impatiently, I just couldn't wait for her to open her eyes so she can tell me of her ordeal and how she's encountered such callous set of people. Though, I didn't see their faces but from the retreating figures, one could tell that they were men.

"She's responding very well to treatment, moreso, her recovery is very quick. She's lucky" he said, beaming with smiles, which was actually irritating. All I wanted to see at the moment, was the beautiful girl I rescued.

"But you won't really be able to go in at this moment, she's still sleeping, due to the dosage I gave her" the doctor said, pointing out.

"I know, can I just go in to see her?" I asked, getting more impatient this time around.

"Mico! Take a chill pill. Relax. You'd see this girl definitely, trust the process" he said, reassuringly.

What I needed at the moment is more then reassurance. What I wanted was action. I wanted to see to it that she's fine and well

"So can I go in now?" I asked, shifting my gaze from the door and back to the doctor. It was evident he could read my expression and give the most appropriate interpretations to them.

"Okay then, but please, don't wake her up" he said, adjusting his lab coat, leaving the way as I walked in as quiet as I can.

The sight that met my eyes made my heart melt. I felt compassion for her as though I were the one feeling the pain, going through what exactly she's going through. It was a really challenging time for me.

I continued to stare endlessly at this wonderful work of art before me, her curves constantly reminding me of the famous hour glass.

The thoughts of her getting assassinated filled my mind. She was as though, spotless.

'Wondedful' I thought aloud. It was really a sight to behold

I stared on for over thirty minutes before making my way to leave.

I walked out quietly out of the small room, reminiscing on the events of the past few days.

I made my way to the living room, burying myself into the soft embrace of the three seater cushion.

I thought and thought until my father jolted me out of my thoughts.

"A lion only begets a lion, you're my own carbon copy" he said, patting me on the shoulder. He was indeed proud of my efforts in rescuing the girl I did.

"Thanks father, of course only a lion begets a lion. I have to be like you if I want the best out of life" I said.

"You really seem to be attracted to this girl, I can sense it" he said, looking at me in a mischievous manner, we both chuckled as we locked gazes

"You see boy, you're already exactly where I want you to be, I won't mind if you get a mate now" he said, it was as though he read my mind. Without even thinking, where she's from, her background, her people, her pack or whatsoever, I already made up my mind to take her as a mate

"Actually father, I did what I did out of benevolence. We'd try to know where she's from and what her people are like when she wakes up" I said, lost in thoughts again as I stared into space.

"Well, let's leave this conversation for later. I just hope she's responding to treatment?"

"Of course father, she is, the doctor told me so already" I said.

How and where she's from filled my mind. I was hell bent on knowing exactly, how she came about the men and what exactly led them to wanting to take her life.