Lunatic

III

Eden's point of view

The days drifted on slowly yet the week passed by quickly. Before I had even realized it, it was Thursday afternoon.

The summer days clung to me as I spent my hours instructing classes and training warriors. All my time was spent on the training grounds. As I tried to busy myself and distract my brain.

By the time three rolled around that Thursday afternoon I was completely exhausted. Instead of rushing off home, I decided to take a walk the long way around.

This route led me past the packhouse and took around five minutes longer. At the end of the day, those five minutes wouldn't make much of a difference.

However, life runs on borrowed time and if I could borrow five more minutes of peace and silence then that's what I would do.

So I began my trek back towards my parents' house, the house I call home. The walk back was quiet, all the wolves were buying themselves with something or other.

Some prepared dinner, young wolves played in the gardens and teenagers walked home from the pack school. Everything was blissfully peaceful until a shrill broke out into the thick air.

I suddenly froze at the sound, all the memories from over a decade ago came rushing pack. That was Luna's scream, I was certain.

It was the same scream that played continuously within my dreams every night. It was a scream I would never forget.

I dropped all my bags and sprinted forward towards the packhouse. It was only a few hundred meters away and I could already see others running towards its entrance. I pushed my legs further as the thought of what awaited me flashed through my head.

I eventually reached the entrance. I pushed the large double doors open and ran inside. A wave of deja-vu hit me as I took in the sight of the Luna crying in the corridor.

The twisted feeling in my gut returned. It was the same sinking feeling I had felt all those years ago. I turned back towards the entrance and noticed the other warriors standing there.

They filled the entranceway, shielding the rest of the pack from any dangers while waiting for my command. They were my warriors, they followed my orders and waited for my signal.

I felt pride swell within me as I took in the sight of the men and women before me. But that pride slowly fizzled out as I remembered what was happening.

"Luna Peyton?" I asked softly, slowly stepping towards the distressed woman.

Her head was in her hands as she bawled her eyes out, she wept so strongly that her entire frame shook.

"Luna Peyton, are you injured?" I asked again, this time increasing my volume.

Her only reply was a simple shake of the head. She was not injured but continued to weep uncontrollably.

"It can't be real," She whispered out.

I couldn't make out what she was saying, her words sounded like a muffled protest as she continued to sob.

"What was that Luna Peyton?" I asked again, stepping slightly closer to the distressed Luna.

I desperately looked around the room trying to spot the Alpha. As my eyes took in the room I stepped closer towards the Luna again. This time I was close enough to place my hand on her arm and try to soothe her. 

I spotted the Alpha in the lounge, another sense of deja-vu hit me suddenly. This was the same place I had seen him all those years ago. Except for this time, he wasn't ripping up the room, this time he sat on an armchair with his head in his hands.