Talia's POV 
  “You know, life really is too uncertain to waste precious time feeling some type of way.” Kael said to me. 
  “Am I hallucinating?” I asked out loud. I didn't want to believe my ears, to believe Kael said that. 
  “You know,” I said in the same tone, “life really is too short to be living some type of way.” I counter attacked him. 
He burst out in laughter, in his mirth he looked so beautiful, the worry line on his face seemed to have disappeared, leaving him looking ten years younger and dashingly handsome, his white set of strong straight teeth reflecting the little light on the room. I was enjoying the husky laughter emanating from his very masculine noise box. It's the first time he has ever laughed out loud to my hearing. 
I loved how he was trying to stop but couldn't. The joke wasn't as funny to me as it was to him making him crack up so bad, but I prayed silently to say more stuff like that tonight. Amen. 
  “That was a nice clap back.” He said finally when he began to get his breath back. “I walked right into it. You're smart.” The humor was slowly leaving his voice. 
  “Yeah you did.” I replied. There was nothing more to say. I'm not a great conversationalist, might not know so much about me, but that I know for sure. 
  “There's something I should have told you the moment I learnt you were from Moonstone,” He started rather uncomfortably, like his words were each squeezing past a lump in his throat, “But I've left it out, up till this moment, because… Because I didn't want to lose you.” He confessed. The air was still and quiet. My heart's pace had quickened and I tried to imagine the worst, but I could not. My breath was heavy and irregularly spaced, I suddenly felt uncomfortable laying on him. In my stillness, I could swear I felt my blood flow to my head. 
  “I know members of your pack.” He confessed. I was hurt. Distraught, broken. I wasn't sure I was supposed to feel this way, but I did. He kept me here all the while when he could have been my savior. “It was under unfortunate circumstances I had to meet them, but I do know them. Matter of fact, if you were Luna, you are probably the baby sister of my worst enemy.” As he said it, I could hear the hate in his tone. Age and experience are probably what held back his wolf, otherwise, it would have broken out in full force. 
  “Do you have any names?” I asked meekly. I could not afford to say or do anything stupid. I now knew I was with an enemy of my people. 
  “Landon.” He replied immediately. Unmistakably, that was my brother's name. The instant shiver at the mention of that confirmed and answered whatever questions he had left. 
He withdrew from me, totally. I was disappointed in myself. I don't even know what happened or if I was involved in any way, but I feel like a plague already, worsened still by how he let go of me and hinted me to leave his chest. What next? His bed? His house? 
  “Just him?” I asked finally, looking down at my toes, putting my borrowed dress in order and stretching out imaginary creases on them. Anything to not meet Kael's gall full stare. His face is set as stone and I'm sure it's involuntary. He knew all these before he said all the things he said to me today. Would it be presumptuous that he did not mind that I was from his enemy pack? 
  “Yes.” His monotonous replies were killing me. I didn't know what else to say. I have memories from how Landon took care of me when we were young orphans, but not if the man who had hurt Kael so badly. I could not even as much as guess how he looked now, talk less of what he did. 
  “Never mind that.'' He thought he was reassuring, but he wasn't. He still had that forlorn look like one who was in a trance or busy in the head, and all it did was make me more ill at ease. 
I was still quiet and still, like a figurine. I didn't know what to think, or say, or do. 
While I was struggling to cope with my immediate present, I also realized that this affects my chances of ever returning to my people. 
  “Did he know Isla?” I asked him. He paused for a while. I'm sure he was replaying the whole thing in his head, physically with me, but mentally years, back in the past. 
  “I don't think they ever had anything too personal.” He replied. “Beyond hating the shit out of me and wanting to punish me for being the only one with common sense, he had no business with Isla.” He added. “But he would definitely recognise her if he sees her, if that answers your question. 
It confirmed my doubts and fears. I'm officially back to level zero. And honestly, I can't even blame him for not helping me as I thought . Taking me to Moonstone would have complicated matters and maybe even resulted in my final death. 
I could not even sit up anymore. I was tired, in and out. Thoroughly defeated. There was nothing I could do to help myself. As soon as I started seeing something that seemed like a way out of this, something bigger came and closed it up. Life has not been fair to me. Am I being punished for something? The tears had been streaming down freely at this point.
  “I'm sorry.” He wasn't sulky, but I know he meant it. I definitely would not have taken it as well as I did now. It would have broken and shattered me. Maybe I would have given up the chance of even looking for everything beyond Kael's cottage. I would have been content with staying here with him till I die of whatever. 
I knew my pack, Kael knew how to get there. But I'm also my brother's enemy, and chances are if I set foot in Moonstone, I'll be dead before I get the chance to explain who I was. 
My body is sore and my head hurts so bad. I just want to rest, hopefully die in my sleep. 
It really is a deadlock.