The Gift The Moon Gave

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

THIRD PERSON POV

It had been just over two years and she was just as bitter as she was since the last time she had seen her family. 'They had left her behind, forgotten like chaff to the wind,' she thought. But still she had made it out by the skin of her teeth. A few scars had  now adorned her once porcelain skin, along with the memories of what had happened. For a time, she had lost herself, has her spirit had been broken, falling into depression and struggling with anxiety. She was pushed to the brink of madness, brinking just on the edge of insanity, until he found her once again.

Life had been good to her most would say, but it was far from her own views. She was hurt and had felt scorned by the world, family included. Surely, she had not known of their attempts in finding her, the tears her mother shed nightly when she thought no one was around to see. Nor the feeling of failure, that had accompanied her father's life since that day. No, she knew nothing of their efforts or pains, only hers.

Now on the run she had settled in Michigan with her mate. Far from the ideal life she would have chosen for herself, but it was life none the less. And that too, one spent with the man she would share her existence with.

Hiding in plain sight was the only real chance at survival they had. After revealing himself to her, Miranda knew neither of them could return to life has it was before. Integrating into the human society with the little knowledge and experience they both had, it was hard work to adapt. Yet, they had to and after a year they had gain enough to live life among the humans. Without any real life skills Miranda had manage to land a job at a small dry cleaners, not too far from the old warehouse space they had rented out and called home.

Her mate on the other hand, whom had gone all the way through schooling and earning his degree in financing. Now had no use of it with the way things now stood. Going back to that life would mean to open a whole can of worms. One in which  neither wanted to deal with. And so, he chose to work as a mechanic in a body shop on the lower end of Southfield.

Their hopes had remained the same, though neither had yet shared their expectations for their future together. It was the same dream has many before have had; to be stable enough to start their family. Though this was a distant goal of theirs, that should have came later. That Thursday morning has Miranda sat in the restroom of her work place. She realized just how soon that dream would become their reality. 

The symptoms were there, the cravings, the moodiness, the soreness it was all there and still she was hoping it was just her PMSing. Now faced with the prospect of carrying a life into the world, things didn't seem as bright and perky as she had envisioned. There wasn't a happy family to celebrate with, the successful husband nor the financial stability. Instead, there was a target on her family lineage, a bounty on her head and a mate who without a doubt had been deemed a traitor by his tribe.

She could not help but cry has the bitterness within swelled to new heights. 

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Her shift had ended for quite sometime, still she sat by the front of the store in her own little bubble. Considering her options and the many scenarios that may occurs once she shares the news with her man. Meanwhile, her mate was just about through with the demeainial chores and words handed down to him since starting his job. Never had he ever experienced such level of disrespect from those he thought of, has no better than gum under his shoes.

Picking for scraps was something he had never done or was introduced to. He was of the elite class among his kind only ever given and offered the best. So, why should he have to stoop to such bullshit, and that too from mere humans.