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Today was the day we had all been waiting for. The full moon night, a time for rituals and blessings. Maya’s pregnancy was the talk of the villa, and now it was time to prepare for the special prayers Aunt Tara insisted we perform for her unborn child. We had to gather all the necessary items to ensure the protection of Maya and her pup from the evil eye. Vyom, Daksh, and I climbed into the SUV, ready for our little outing. Daksh was at the wheel, and I settled into the passenger seat. It felt good to be on the road, the wind whipping through my hair as we made our way toward the bustling market. I took a moment to appreciate the greenery around us, the dense forests whispering secrets only the werewolves could understand.
“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this!” I exclaimed, excitement bubbling within me.
Vyom smirked from the backseat. “You mean shopping or praying?”
“Both!” I replied, my heart racing at the thought of Maya becoming a mother.
The market was alive with energy when we arrived. Stalls overflowed with colorful wares, scents of spices, craftworks, handicrafts, lots of shops each with different kinds of item.
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We parked the car and made our way through the throng of people, blending seamlessly into the crowd. It felt comforting, knowing we could move among humans without revealing our true identities.
“Let’s stick together,” Daksh said, scanning the area. “We need to grab everything on Aunt Tara’s list.”
I nodded, clutching the piece of paper with the items we needed. “I’ll handle the diya and sand. You two can get the wood and other stuff.”
We separated for a while, Vyom teasing Daksh about his young mate, Riva. “You do know she’s only 16, right? Don’t get too attached yet!”
Daksh turned crimson, muttering something about Vyom needing to mind his own business. I couldn’t help but smile at their banter. The bond between mates was something sacred, and I could see the longing in Daksh’s eyes. We were all waiting for our mates to reach the age of 18, the age when we could finally feel the full strength of the mate bond.
I stepped into a shop, examining the different shapes of diyas. I picked one that caught my eye, its intricate carvings gleaming under the light. Before entering next shop I looked at the beautiful potteries kept there.There were foreign tourists also. I liked one particular pot I asked its price."20000", he proudly replied. Too costly I thought to myself. Next, I gathered ochre-colored sand, vermillion, and a small piece of sandalwood. Each item felt significant, as if we were collecting pieces of a larger puzzle meant to protect Maya and her unborn child.
In another shop, I saw a cute wooden wolf toy and couldn’t resist picking it up. It was small but perfectly crafted, the kind of keepsake that would symbolize the bond between Maya and her baby. I added it to my collection of items.
Meanwhile, Daksh was busy making his own purchases. He stepped into a nearby shop and emerged with a big brass bowl and an iron knife, perfect for the rituals Aunt Tara had outlined. “These will definitely come in handy,” he said, grinning as he joined us.
After we had gathered our items, we met back at the car. Vyom returned an hour later, arms laden with the rest of the materials. “You won’t believe the looks I got carrying all this stuff,” he laughed.
The mood was buoyant, anticipation filling the air as we prepared for the ritual. The full moon would rise soon, and the ritual was to seek moon godess's blessings and her protection.
