Devran is a handsome, dominant, certainly arrogant, and aggressive Alpha who despises humans... Mira is a human. Both docile and beautiful. When this human finds herself in the lives of werewolves everything begins to change. Both tension and attra...
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I was sitting on my living room floor staring daggers at a dead flower. "Damn you! What do I have to do? What did I do differently last time? I said you deserve a second chance at bloom and I've said that again today, so what is it?" I huffed as I insanely argued with a dead flower. Maybe I had nothing to do with that at all and all this mysticism got stuck into my head because of all Gran's talk about the Moon Goddess and her granting guidance to those who seek her. She talked all this witchy woo woo about that sacred land and how it was such a moving experience for those who went there.
Maybe none of this is relevant to me and I am talking to dead flowers for no reason. I sighed at myself. I picked up the dry sad little flower and cupped it between both my palms as I whispered to it hoping to 'will it back to life.
Maybe my self doubt has been a hindrance. When I had changed that last dead flower I was uninhibited by alcohol and I wasn't doubting anything. I let it flow through me as natural. Same for Nealin Sr. medicated cream. It just came to me as an afterthought as though I had always known this.
I decided to grab a cup of water and I placed the dead flowers in there. I spoke into the water that these flowers would bloom once more and then I left it alone. I went to do the dishes in the sink because tonight Jasper and Nealin would be back from training and I wanted the house presentable. After that I went for a shower. The hot water felt good and I stayed in there longer than necessary. I shouldn't because although they have modern plumbing they do have to tap into wells all over the forest to gain access to plentiful waters and then the tanks warm that water to be bearable for us. I shouldn't be wasteful.
I threw on a very comfortable large long sleeved sleep shirt with my sweat shorts since it was evening and I wouldn't be going out again. I dried my hair with a towel as I walked towards my room but the towel dropped to the ground when I fumbled with myself for what I saw.
I ran over and knelt in front of that glass of water and I gaped at the healthy flowers. Holy Goddess of all....I have freaking super powers! What the hell is this? What does this mean?! I was freaking out and shocked and utterly speechless with myself. For some reason my eyes teared up at the sight of these newly bloomed flowers. I stared at them for a long time.
I have been meditating a lot in the privacy of my own room at night before bed and I was working on disciplining myself so I could become more clear minded and open to receiving messages if that were something true. Now I had a whole new set of questions. I needed to see Gran. I had a feeling she would know something and I couldn't wait to do it. I just couldn't wait. I dried my hair as best I could and switched into real clothes before I jogged over to the pack house. It wasn't too late for visitors. When I knocked Daisy, Diego's little sister was the one to open the door.
"Hey!" She was surprised to see me. "Hey Daisy, is gran anywhere?" I got straight to the point. She suddenly looked suspicious. "Is everything okay?" She read my urgent vibes. I tried toning that down and I smiled at her and calmly told her I just had a generic question for her. She nodded and let me further inside. "I assume she's in the back lounge room. She crochet's there at night" she told me like I didn't used to live in this house and knew that information already. I thanked her and skipped off but I was stopped again not even ten seconds later.
