The Gift The Moon Gave

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

How does one crave that which they have never had.
~ Adora

My body thrummed again, jolting me upwards. What was just a dull ache was now a full-on heat stroke pulsing in tandem with pain. My muscles coiled on their own accord, has my mind tried to keep up. The beating within my chest erratic, my skin flushed with sweat. Was this a just a bug? That I wasn't sure of, but it had been something in the making for days now. I had been lethargic without reason.

Sleep evaded me, while my body ached. I felt hot within and cold outside. But now, the pain has spiked, my lower belly hurts so much. And all I could think of was a relief. My cycle wasn't due for at least another two weeks, that I was sure of.

Moving, had only adverse effects, pained everywhere, all-consuming pain. Inhaling a deep breath, I tried to focus on anything else to numb the pain. Slowly it had worked but as soon as there came relief, there came pain. Carelessly throwing myself to lay on my side, I curled into a ball.

Knocking sounded, from my door but I could not acknowledge. Opening on it own accord, I saw Quen peeking through the crack he made.

"Tonight's movie night or did you for-?" The words died in his throat shortly.

"Hey, are you okay? You don't look too well." Saying this he walked towards the bed, rounding the side, then he leaned forward. Reaching with his hand to comfort me. A small barely there, touch to the forehead was all it took. 

As if he had pierced my skin or set me on fire my body reacted negatively. Shaking profusely as the pain shot through my abdomen, chest and back at the same time. Such was the magnitude of its excruciating form, that I couldn't even cry out. I could only whimper as I pulled away as much as I could from him. I didn't look to see his reaction; I just knew it was there. Blocking out his words to focus on my own self, I didn't realize what he had attempted to do until he had done it.

He was my brother, right? The same one that had comforted me so many times before, then, why now did his comfort, offered no relief? But in its stead shear pain.

His touch before had made me hurt more, but now he had decided to hold onto me. Trying to get me to face him. The longer his hold on me, the more pain I felt, it was building, and I could only cry as it just continued. But then, it stopped completely, just for a brief moment.  Though, I wasn't able to enjoy the small reprieve. Because it came back just as quickly, only it had multiplied significantly. Hammering me down with a vengeance.

Unable to stop myself or conceal the horrific trauma I felt in that moment. I bellowed into the air, the screams of the human morphing into that of the cry of a wolf.

A wolf in turmoil.

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The members of the council had all convened for the first time in over a century. All twelve members and the man they acknowledged as their leader, their alpha.

Cause for celebration it was for most, however the torrent of nuisance followed after their elation. For, their celebrations would have to wait. Far more pressing matters seemed to be stirring with the midst of their jubilee. The word has gotten around already surely.

The king had return.

Many wanted to meet, whether to pay homage or just to decipher any fictitious information they could. With all that, there also came those who wish to vie for the decorated accolades that followed after the man. After all, how could one man give birth to an entire species.

"I surmised that there will be brewing trouble for us caused by that group of misfits in Maine. There are those that have no idea of the miscreants that resides there. Nor do they know of the leader."