With an Open Heart (Book 2, sequel to "His Mate's Tears")

What the hell is happening?

Unknown POV

Heclosed his eyes, leaning against the trunk of his old, favorite tree, breathing in the last of the long day. He lit up a cigarette and as he inhaled, the glow from the other end of it matched the sunset before him. Though autumn wasn't his favorite season, he had to admit there was something special about the autumn sunsets that nature had to show. He found himself watching the sunsets recently. The way things were going in his life, they had a calming effect on him and soothed his sanity which threatened to slip away from him with every passing day.

The the season cast an orange haze above the horizon, lighting up the sky as if lit by fire, yet the haze was so crisp and clear.

The sun, like a large, granduer orange fireball in the distance was partially cloaked by the hanging clouds, which were all splashed with the random colors of hot pinks, reds and even hints of purples and blues. The sun was so large that he felt he could almost touch it. It seemed to look at him with a dull glare, knowing that it's beauty and the planet's dependence on it for survival made up for it.

The sun which had it's time to shine for the time it was given, seemed to whipser "Farewell" to the world as it sunk lower and lower in a lazy manner; almost as if it never wanted to leave.

But He knew he too had to leave soon. He leaned off from the tree, walking down the grassy hill and ducking underneath the thick pine branches and towards the cabin. A cool breeze passed, making him stop in the middle of the field. He let the wind tossle his hair as it was almost like a human touch. It had been a while since he had been touched by another or even shook another's hand. Then again, he hardly trusted anyone.

He looked at the sun again. The sun was almost as orange as the sky, like a ghost almost. Yet even from behind the trees, it seemed to stare at him; a silent ball of wonderment that was really a raging ball of Hellish fury. The very thing that gave warmth, life, light and happiness to so many could just as easily cause utter destruction. That fact reminded him of his father.

He closed his eyes once more, the events of the day going through his mind like a reel. His father always told him to get out of the habit of daydreaming, but He was always the intellectual type. The "thinker". The sound of his father's words echoed in his mind, jerking him out of his fleeting thoughts. By the time he opened his eyes, the sun was gone, leaving behind a sea of dark, lonely clouds in a twilight sky. The heavens were begining to litter the stars about, for it was their turn to shine.

He flicked his cigarrete, brushing his nose while walking to the cabin. He knew that things, like the seasons would change and that everything would be alright. And like the sun, he knew everyone had their time to shine. And he knew it would someday be the same for him.

He's gonna go back to where it all started and end everything and rebuild it as it was mean to be.

Starting now....

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Sabella POV

There was a loud commotion to the east of the  Lunar pack boundary line. I ran towards it and I saw a battle ensuing but I stood in my tracks frozen. What the hell was happening? My pack was fighting amongst themselves.

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I know this chapter is short but I'm going to make up for it in the next chapter.