The Gift The Moon Gave

CHAPTER SIX

War was no joke and Cheveyo knew this truth all too well, for he had the scars to show. These were said to be peaceful times, but even within this modern society there are those who thrive and feed off the malice, chaos, hate and the bloodlust that accompany's war. Nothing had changed and it was obvious that no lessons were learnt.

Turning away from the view before him, Cheveyo walked the path to his home. Silence was what surrounded him, the home shrouded in almost complete darkness if not for the dimly lit lanterns that littered the walls. Soft snores however could be heard down the hall has he made his way to Adora's room. 

Peeping into her room through the small opening left by her ajar door, he watched his little miracle sleep peacefully yet doing so ungracefully. With her limbs set in odd postions splayed across the bed, her hair blanketing her pillow and her sheet barely clingling to her toes. Watching her he smiled at the sight, a bad sleeper he knew she was.

Remembering the countless nights she would enter his and her mother's room to sleep with them. A few times of which had him leaving the comfort of his bed and taking refuge on the carpeted floors so his little one would be comfy.

How fast she had grown, he shook his head at the thought. For him, it had only felt like yesterday that she was born and already she is almost a grown woman. Letting a contented sigh pass his lips for the first time in days, the man headed towards his own ensuite. Upon entering he had found that alike his daughter, his wife was also resting.

Her beautiful brown eyes closed as the moon that filtered through the bay windows shone upon her sleeping face. Captivatingly ascentuating her age riddled skin, that boasted a few wrinkles and dark spot, but in Cheveyo's eyes she looked the same as she did twenty-seven years ago, his beautiful Cassidy. Admiring her beauty and thanking his creator for affording him such a magnificent life he laid his head beside that of his wife, holding her close and drowning out the dread of battle.

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The council had been convened to discuss the pack's next course of action, and Cheveyo's presence was made a necessity for that meeting. It had been six days since the last attack and the rites of passage have been followed and completed for their fallen brethren. The pack had been on high alert, movements restricted and a curfew implemented.

As for his household he had taken the necessary precautions. At no given time since the past week, had his home been left unguarded without at least two of my sons as a line of defence. Marcus and Samuel both having duties to the pack, were among those whom had spent the least time at home. 

But even with measures set in place for the worst outcome, the worry and anxiety that comes with the tides of a battle ran high within the home. They could feel it, as though it was tangible and Cassidy was one such case in point. She had been on edge because of all the information she's been given.

Though important for her to know the details Cheveyo disliked the fact that her behavior had caught the attention of Adora.  Talks of the attacks she had caught whispers of , but nothing about the upcoming war or the lost of a life. And even though she wasn't the curious type he knew that she will be asking question sooner or later.

He thought it better to have it this way, giving her just what she needed to know at that point in time. Though on one hand she needed not to be scared or worried at least not yet, on the other hand information like this would make her more capable, these thoughts constantly swam within the man's consciousness. Therefore he had resolve to letting her know the truth, but with the added stress of the less than ideal location of their home. Cheveyo knew it would be better to not divulge too much information.