Page 28 of Luna Trials
Who did these people think I was?
There were running polls with early voting, allowing viewers to make predictions on the twenty winning Luna contestants. My name hovered near the top next to Edith and another girl named Meghan. Fallon was a few spots down. I quickly counted about fifty Luna contestants, not proud of myself when I smiled noticing Stef’s name in the bottom ten. This was crazy. I knew viewers got to vote on their favorites, but something about the whole thing made me a little sick.Accidently,I clicked on the Alpha profiles, just looking quickly to see the fan favorites. Chad and Ranger were the top Alphas.
And Trenton was number twenty.
Dead last.
It didn’t matter that much though. The males didn’t have to get voted on. Which was a whole other source of aggravation for me. Right up there with the image that drew the focus of my attention.
Ranger’s dark eyes stared out from his profile picture, making my insides twist. He was dangerous. Even from the model photo posted on the page I could tell he wasn’t an Alpha to mess with.
Says you.
I ignored my wolf. She’d been all worked up since this morning. I exited off the Alpha page and scrolled through the message boards at the bottom of the site, looking for the comments that had my name.
“She’s an orphan!”Not really. My father was dead and my biological mom might as well have been since she bolted after my dad bit the dust. But my papa was still alive so that didn’t leave me completely alone in the world.
“Did you see her face when they tried to take her grandma’s trunk?#waterworks.”
“Quirky, but cute.”
“Down to earth.”
OreoOllie:“They wouldn’t let her talk to me, but she was so nice and pretty!”
User89764:“Jealous you got to meet her!”
This was getting blown out of proportion. There was a really good side-profile picture of me posted on the feeds, but I looked nothing like that. And I had like two whole seconds where I barely spoke in front of the reporters while I was struggling to keep my wolf in check. These people didn’t know me at all.
“My cousin says she teaches the GED program to the inmates at…”
Theincoming call blocked out my doom scroll and I hit answer on accident, trying to make it go away.
“An inmate from Holton Penitentiary is calling. Do you accept charges from: You better answer?”
“I accept.” I pressed the phone to my ear and flopped down on my bed, waiting for the line to connect.
“What the hell? I tried calling you earlier,” Clara said.
“I know. My phone was dead and I had to charge it.” Maybe I should have left it that way. Ignorance was bliss, right?
Or something like that.
“So… are we going to talk about the fact that you’re apparently famous now. Joey’s cousin, the horse shifter guy who got released last year, came by for visitation and let us know you were all over the internet. Want to tell me what’s going on?”
“I don’t know what’s going on,” I cried, knowing how fast rumors spread around the prison. It wasn’t like the inmates had anything better to do than talk. I could never show my face there again.
Which wasn’t a bad thing.
But still…
“Okay. Calm down.” Clara laughed. “Which reporter did you sleep with?”
“Why are you the second person to ask me that?”
“Because it’s plausible.” She paused for a breath. “Wait, who was the first?”
“It doesn’t matter.” I put her on speaker and continued scrolling.