Alpha's Little Luna

Chapter 34

Willa's POV~

Eyes blinking lazy.

Recognizing the familiar patterns of the ceiling, I realize I'm back in bed.

Taking in a large breath I instinctively raise my hand to the mark on my neck feeling that there's no wound.

Slowly I look to my left and right finding no presence beside me.

Carefully I sit up making sure nothing hurts anymore. Though when nothing does, I rest myself against the headboard bringing my knees to my chest.

I find that it's bright outside, I wonder how long I've been out.

"Greyson," I link. "Where are you?" I ask quietly while my hand is still placed lightly over my mark.

My head spinning, feeling so many emotions all at once.

"Hey," he says softly. "I didn't know you'd be awake," I smile softly to his voice. "Look, I'm on my way back. Sit tight."

"Okay," I tell him quietly. I wonder where he went.

I exhale a shaky breath out putting my hands over my face. The tremble against my skin as I try my best to suppress it.

I can't think about it. I don't want to think about it. Because if I do, I'll break down.

Pushing everything, every emotion, every feeling to the back of my head making me feel ultimately nothing I walk to the bathroom.

Finding it a little hard to walk I support myself by grabbing onto items on the way.

I string my hands into my long hair as I look to the mirror. I don't look like myself, I don't feel like myself.

The girl standing in the reflection looks young, and innocent, as if nothing bad has ever happened in her life.

Large green eyes looking back at me as a piece of long straight hair falls into my vision.

That's what's wrong. My hair.

Searching the drawers I finally find what I need to make this innocent girl look not so innocent anymore.

To make her mirror who she's become.

"Willa?" Greyson calls as I'm buried under all of the blankets. I've been sleeping until I heard his voice.

He takes a couple steps into the room before I slide out slowly from underneath the blankets.

Looking up to him, I sit up making him stop.

He stares cocking his head slowly to the side.

So many emotions rush through his eyes, but when he smiles softly down to me I get reassured. "Your hair," He whispers walking to me.

I look down as he strokes his fingers through the strands, sitting down next to me.

"It needed to change," I tell him quietly.

I reach my own hand up combing through the pieces.

As I was standing in front of the mirror earlier my long waist length hair made me look too innocent. Like a child.

So I chopped it off until it was even with my shoulders.

"Should I have left it?" I ask finally look up to him as he keeps stroking it back from my face.

He smiles softly leaning forward.

Grey kisses my forehead tenderly making me sigh closing my eyes.