Luna
I wake to the sound of crashing that shakes the floors. I sit up, blinking in the blinding sunlight that makes my head pound. For a second, I can't remember where I am.
Then a familiar voice booms through the house, bringing the whole overwhelming day before back to me. It must be midday judging by the position of the sun, but I feel as groggy as if I barely slept. I can't remember ever having slept so late. I must be sick. That explains the headache and the oversleeping.
"Give me back my mate," a familiar voice thunders from another room. "Or you'll wish you could die, you bloodthirsty leech!"
A rush of joy floods my heart at the sound of Axel's voice, and the brand on my arm pierces me with fiery heat. But then I remember fleeing his house, hiding from him, the pain and confusion of the mating ritual he performed.
"I'm not keeping her from you," Evan says. "I'm merely offering her rest. She chose to come here and did so of her own volition."