That Night
There was a Welcome Feast, song, dance and celebration for Seth's official taking of the Alpha position.
The truth about what happened between Seth and I, had spread throughout the pack. It was safe to say it wasn't the most welcomed news. But whatever the Elders had said to each family that were a part of Firwood, had eased most of the obvious tension.
They understand Seth had been addicted to Awstone and what horrors wolves could commit when in that emotionless psychosis.
I thought my own welcome into the pack would be slightly awkward – but it was the exact opposite. I had received a hug from every female member, and a respectful handshake from each male wolf.
Jack had made quick friends with all the werewolf pups, and he was particularly fond of his best friend Oliver, since they were close in age and kept each other company while the little wolves played rough around them in their shifted forms, play fighting all over the den.
It was a fun, boisterous night – by the end, the pups including Jack were passed out by the fire, all lumped in one big pile; a wolf pup slumber party.
It was the cutest thing I'd seen all night. Jack had stayed awake the longest, looking out for his new playmates, his ears flopped up and down one by one until his head eventually dropped on his paws and he passed out with a soft whimper, subconsciously annoyed at himself for surrendering to sleep.
Seth's generous mother was keeping an eye on them, and even fell asleep on the three seater couch nearby.
Every family retreated soon to their own quarters of Firwood. The log-made Packhouse was gargantuan and probably a few hundred years old. It was made for maybe two hundred wolves but was remade to accommodate the seventy or so members of Firwood.
Now it was time for Seth and I to go to our room for the night.
They had set up their best guest rooms, since the Beta still had to move from the master den.
Seth and I weren't complaining.
With our hands interlocked, we walked and I leaned heavily on Seth down the hall as we made our way to the special chamber.
Seth moves in first. I take my hand from his as I pause just in the door. I shut it gently behind me.
"Oh, moon goddess, what's this?" I smile as I copy the phrase I had heard over and over during the feast.
My eyes sparkle as I see the fresh vases of flowers – literally everywhere. It smells like perfume in here, all natural scents.
Seth looks back at me with a growing smirk, "I definitely did not organise this frantically at the last minute," he looks at me pointedly.
There were also at least a hundred candles lit, lining the top of the fireplace, which was also burning bright. The two large window sills with gothic arched windows also had candles. The fourposter bed was made with fresh white sheets, the four posters themselves were lined with sheer curtains. A white thick rug was lined underneath.
And the cherry on top.
Seth... he takes off his shirt, and his jeans – and his underwear – sexy as hell, and completely butt naked, he sits on the end of the bed, finishing the surprise.
"You like it, my Luna?" Seth asks this with such emotion that his voice goes all throaty.
"Yes. Seth. I've never experienced anything like this," I whisper, my own voice is husky from all the talking I did today with the therapy group members and then the seventy pack members who all engaged me in conversation throughout the feast. I was all talked out – energy near zero.
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Moon Tears
WerewolfElizabeth is a mortal who has a bloody awakening into the supernatural world. After 5 years of mental torment, Elizabeth attends group therapy for barely surviving a horrific attack against her life. Taken in by Melody, a werewolf who pulled her bod...