The Luna Cure

FIFTY-ONE

Airplanes were not fun, I realized two hours into our long, long flight. It would still be at least six hours, although Dante told me that was a hopeful estimate. It usually was an eight and a half hour trip, but the skies or the wind were in our favor, and it'd likely be shorter.

Dante had stocked the plane with books for me, as well as a TV that sat across from where I was, but the idea of simply sitting for eight hours was driving me insane. I didn't know why, either. I had sat in waiting for eleven years, why I couldn't do the same for a matter of hours while we flew across the globe was beyond me.

All I really knew was that once we got there, I would be far too close to Magnus, surrounded by wolves I didn't know, and somehow live in a pack when I had no wolf.

After rereading the same page for what must've been ten minutes, I set the book down with a silent sigh. Reading was not going to work, and I certainly didn't care to watch television.

Dante sat on the couch across from me, his attention completely engrossed in his sleek laptop. I didn't bother him, knowing I had kept him from doing any work for days.

I rest my arms on the table to my left, dropping my head onto my arms. My eyes wandered around the plane. It was the same one we had taken to go to my home, and to get Millie and Daisy. There were plenty of comfy, padded gray seats all around, with a couch on each side of the plane, facing each other. Dante sat on one, and I sat on the other.

At the end of the plane closest to the cockpit, a silver mini-fridge was fitted into a space in the wall. All around the fridge were cupboards full of snacks. Dante had of course shown me all of this when we got in, in an effort to get me to eat. I had accepted a water bottle, but nothing more.

The sound of Dante's fingers typing on his keyboard filled the room, and I moved my gaze back to him, watching him in concentration. His own blue-green eyes were darting back and forth across the screen, absorbing all of its information at a lightning pace.

I drifted my eyes once again, this time landing on my own fingers. His flew across his keyboard with a deftness I could never hope to mimic. Dante's hands were far stronger, too. Bringing my thin hands closer to my face, I stretched out a finger, seeing every bone and joint as my skin stretched and my joint cracked.

I then critiqued my nails. They were still the same gray that Sapphire had helped me paint on them what felt like forever ago, and they had yet to chip.

"A nap might cure your boredom," Dante spoke, lifting his eyes to meet mine over his screen.

A faint blush rose to my cheeks at his attentiveness. "I'm not tired." Dante had encouraged me to try and sleep through the flight earlier, as it would pass by quicker, but I was far too awake to even try.

"It'd help with the jet lag. There's some melatonin in the bedside table."

I didn't even know what that was, but I didn't pay too much attention to his suggestion. I was not napping.

Standing up, I decided to stretch. My shoulders rolled back, bones cracking as they did so, and the sound was loud in the tiny space. I'm pretty sure Dante was still watching me, but I paid him no mind. Walking over to the fridge, I grabbed myself another water bottle, having finished my first awhile ago.

"Do you want anything?" I asked, turning around to glance at him.

His eyes were already trained on me, and he shook his head. "No, thank you."

I shut the fridge, making my way back to my seat. Just as I went to sit, Dante leaned over his computer, grabbing my wrist, and tugged, bringing me down onto the couch next to him.