Lunar Rising

Mother of Wolves

*********** Long time no see! Did you miss me guys? ************************

Aura's Pov

I could feel the distraught of my mate. I sensed the turmoil tugging back and forth inside him, but he lied. Instead of confiding in me when I laid myself bare for him, he lied. 

He was having an internal struggle all in the safety of his closed off mind, not letting me in. He had barricaded himself into his study, immersing every ounce of his attention to whatever had him twisted into knots, alone.

A twinge of betrayal poked at me, not letting my move on so quickly from my intuitions. Instead, I stewed for hours over what could have been stressful enough to send him over the edge. Insinuating every worst possible reason imaginable. He was usually collected. He was not the type of man to go off the handles over something small and I could tell for days now that he had been more distant and reserved with what he shared with me. 

So many secrets; so many hidden, dirty little details that were lurking in the shadows awaiting the worst moments to spring up and ruin everything. 

My life had been an uncertain, and uncontrollable disaster since the day my village was attacked. The pain crept in as I recollected the events in order.  

Each day passing felt life altering. 

I felt nauseous. The uncertainty swirled inside my stomach, and my head swooned with the feeling of chaos approaching. I knew something bad was looming in the horizon. Something. 

I wanted more than anything to feel a moment of peace, but the bliss would never come. Laying on a long fainting couch the color of creamy ivory, I tried to soak in the sun light from the window behind it.  Outside, small finches gathered in patches around the grass, picking off the little insects flitting through the air. 

The boredom was slowly suffocating me when something tickled the nape of my neck. A whisp of air breezed across my flesh is the still room. No windows were open, yet there was a breeze increasing it pressure around me. 

I felt a familiar pull, tugging me to move my limbs; itching me to get up and follow the sensation. I rolled my body into the fancy decorative pillows. With a breath, I groaned into the fabric hoping it would go away. No such luck. 

I thought for a moment, wondering if my heat would take over my better judgement and succumb to the pressure of temptation. The force that builds inside me demands to seal the bond between me and my fated mate. I focused, deeply tuning into every inch of my body. I had expected the heat to flush my skin and make me warmer than comfortable, but I realized what I felt did not feel lust driven. 

A sickening prickling ran along my skin, making me antsy. I couldn't sit, and I could not lounge anymore, so I walked. I slipped out the door quietly, enough to where I knew Luka would not hear me. Pausing, I sucked in a breath of the warm air. The smell of earth filled my senses. The end of summer growing close causing the leaves to turn, and the winds to shift. 

I strolled casually, the movement of my limbs stretching relaxing me more and more. I turned to head down the pathways that led to a street of houses, attempting to stay within the pack village, but the more I walked in that direction, the stronger the pull got, egging me to turn a different direction. 

I followed the strange senses with a curiosity, moving within the invisible boundaries my mind was willing me to go.  

I didn't know where I was going, I just knew I had to go somewhere.  I walked and walked until I was unfamiliar with my surroundings. The path was different, but I was almost certain I was heading in the same direction as the first time I felt a similar pull like this. Like a child following the call of their mother, I followed blindly with an unknown trust.