The Beast's Possession

**Kala

pov**

I told her everything. Just like that, as if it was the easiest thing in the universe - I told her my deepest, darkest secrets and didn't even stutter as I did.

For years, I have held my past in the dark, doing everything to keep it hidden from everyone who could ask, but here I was, just blabbing it all out to someone I didn't know at all.

What was happening to me? Sure, Luna was nice to me, she didn't attack me and never really blamed me for everything I did, but was that enough for me to trust her as blindly as I did? Maybe this was the effect Zion had on me. He appeared far too trusting for his good and because of him, I was letting my guard down too. I shouldn't have done that. This was too dangerous.

I knew first hand how much trouble could come if I opened up and let anyone hear my story. So far, I had told it only to Salem and she used those facts against me every single day - she took my pain and weakness and turned it all into her weapon to hurt me even more.

"I'm so sorry, Kala. That sounds awful, I'm really sorry for what you had to go through. No one deserves to be treated like that, especially by their own parents. And to top it off, definitely not by the very parent who had carried you and given you life. I'm truly sorry to hear this part of your story," Luna muttered, looking away.

At one point, it looked like she was wiping tears off her cheeks. The view alone made me feel bad for her, even while I knew I shouldn't, I still did.

How it was possible for me to feel bad for someone who had heard a part of my story, not lived it, was beyond me.

"It's fine, life's unfair sometimes and things like these happen. It just goes to show that we can't trust even the people we believe are the closest to us and have our best interest at heart," I muttered, shrugging my shoulders as if this revelation was nothing special.

But it was. Everything that happened to me was special in one way or another. Sometimes, I didn't bother crying or feeling sorry for myself as the witches often reminded me how it was nothing but a waste of time. But other times, I did ponder the ideas and travel back to the thoughts of the past and try to deal with my inner demons.

While many people in my life had made it all seem like I truly didn't matter, I did catch a few moments along the way to convince myself that I wasn't a completely lost cause after all.

"Life is unfair, yes, I could agree with that fact. However, I can't agree that life is unfair because someone makes it appear like that. There is a difference between the struggles sent by the Goddess and fate and bullshit someone puts you through. Don't let them damage your self-worth, people like that don't deserve to have you in their lives anyway," she argued, voice becoming louder with every word that escaped her lips.

If the conversation kept progressing in the same direction as it was now, I knew she would start shouting and attracting unneeded attention so I had to calm her down.

"Do you have any idea what happened to you and how you got better?" I asked, crossing my fingers in hope of successfully distracting her and changing the topic.

"Well," she dragged the word and hummed, taking a moment to think. "I kind of remember a thing or two and I was told you helped me, but I'm not sure how. Now that you remind me of it, I was meaning to ask what did you do?" From the corner of my eye, I could see how her cheeks turned pink, which gave out that she had an approx idea of what happened. Maybe, as funny as it seemed, now she was assuming I was a lesbian and loved kissing women. "I had to share my blood," I said without offering too many details to avoid making her uncomfortable. "Ever since I was accepted into the Coven as my witch's pet, I have earned a purpose. Or at least that was what the witches told me. They cast a spell and made sure that my blood could undo the damage they could inflict to each other. In short, my blood isn't some miracle medicine that will help everyone, but it sure does wonders to fix what black magic has broken." As soon as I finished speaking, she turned her entire body to face me. "Black magic?" Luna repeated, eyes widening in shock, her jaw hanging so low, it could hit the ground at any given moment.

"Yeah, the Coven that took me in is connected to the black magic and shady rituals. From what I gather, witches aren't quite loved and accepted so this bunch decided that since people already have their assumptions about them, they might as well just go with it."

The longer she stared at me, the more uncomfortable I became. At one point, I started shifting in my seat in an attempt to focus on anything but her gaze, burning holes in my skin.

It seemed that my attempt to change the topic wasn't as good of an idea as I initially assumed. Maybe I should come up with something else and distract her again? The only issue was that since I didn't know her too well, I wasn't sure if she would catch on what I was doing and call me out. I wasn't the biggest fan of confrontation and arguments that usually followed that.

"So, since we're alone and no one can hear us, I too wanted to ask a question. It's about Zion," I added the last part in a whisper, hoping that the secretive approach would catch her off guard and we could forget the topics we already discussed.

My words worked like a charm. Luna nodded her head and grinned, sitting a little closer to me and grabbing my hand to hold it. "Yes, please, let's discuss him. How are you two? I heard he took you to his bedroom and tended to you. The pack's doctor said Zion was very worried about your recovery, which is unlike him given how he usually takes everything way easier than others do. Oh, also, have you changed your mind about the rejection? We would love to have you as a part of our pack. And even more, we would love to see you as the Beta female of the pack too."

My head started spinning as she kept listing all of those things. Moments ago, I was unsure of my decision - while my mind knew that accepting Zion might turn out to be the biggest mistake of my lifetime, my heart wanted him. So, so badly, I almost felt like the muscle pumped blood though my body only because of him.

But now, as Luna was bringing up all those things about joining a pack of wolves and standing high in the ranks, I really didn't want that. I didn't want to be the odd one out all over again. If I had to choose between living among the enemy and being tortured by the witches, I rather chose the torture over anything.