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||Glances
Thana's
The air crackled with tension on the Silver Moon's training grounds with a tangible current of anticipation that hummed beneath the surface.
The scent of pine needles, damp ground, and sweat filled my nostrils, a familiar aroma that usually brought a sense of invigorating purpose. But today, the scent held a tinge of unease, a subtle tremor that mirrored the unease within me.
My gaze swept across the clearing, searching for a familiar figure that wasn't there. "He's still not here, is he?" I asked Namjoon, my voice barely a whisper.
Namjoon simply shook his head, his gaze fixed on the warriors as they practiced under Yoongi's watchful eye. "Our Luna's probably in the pack house, trying to avoid the echoes of the incident . He's still reeling from it."
A wave of sympathy washed over me. I understood his need for solitude, his desire to escape the weight of the world, to find peace in the quiet corners of his own thoughts. It was the same urge that had driven me to seek solace in my room, to escape the constant reminders of my complicated relationship with my father, the king of the Auclair clan.
"I know," I replied, my voice laced with a hint of sadness. "It's hard to see him like that. He’s carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.”
Namjoon nodded in agreement. "The ancient marks, they glowed the night you and the goddess arrived at our pack, Thana. That means the threat is real. It's closer than we think. And the war…it's coming.”
His words, were laced with the weight of responsibility, the burden of what things could be. I couldn't help but feel a tremor of fear.
The prophecy, whispered through generations, of a war that threatened to consume the world. And the warrior, marked by the moon, destined to rise against the darkness. That warrior was my brother. Kim Taehyung.
"I could tell," I said, my gaze drifting towards the warriors. "But I feel as if the moon is whispering a warning, a call to arms. We need to be ready, Namjoon. We need to find a way to help Taehyung. He’s not just the pack’s Luna, he is also my brother.”
As I spoke, a subtle yearning tugged at my heart, pulling my gaze towards the other side of the training grounds. There, amidst the bustle of warriors packing supplies, stood Hoseok. The familiar sight of him brought a warmth to my chest, a flicker of hope amidst the growing shadows of war.
His movements were fluid, efficient, like a dancer weaving through a crowded ballroom. He was helping the warriors load packs, his strong hands moving with practiced ease as he secured straps and adjusted buckles.
His laughter, a melody I hadn't heard in too long, echoed through the crisp air as he exchanged a playful jest with one of the younger wolves, his smile a radiant beam of sunshine cutting through the tense atmosphere.
I watched him, a painful longing twisting in my chest.
He is my mate, a truth that he seemed blissfully unaware of. An invisible thread, woven by the moon goddess, bound us, yet he remained oblivious. He is my other half, the one who could heal the wounds in my soul, the one who could bring peace to my restless heart. Yet, I couldn’t reveal myself, not yet. Not until I could make it up to Taehyung , not until I could face my brother and explain the tangled mess of our destinies.
The longing that clawed at me intensified, a painful ache that tightened in my chest with each passing moment. It was a constant companion, the invisible bond that held us together, the unspoken truth that separated us.
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