1 | NEW MOON

VI

Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart.
...live in the question. - Rainer Maria Rilke

Selene Sinclair's P.O.V.

                    After what had occurred yesterday, I brushed off my perplexed pack members, and quickly attended to the small cut on my cheek. It had only taken a few minutes to heal, but the burning sensation was still present, an irking, incessant, and unrelenting reminder of my encounter with a certain Alpha King mate.

Eating dinner, checking up on the twins at the Infirmary, and talking to my parents at dinner were everything I had done before I excused myself from the table to go relieve the stress and hurt and pain my mate has been causing me.

The only cooping mechanism I known that actually works is punching a bag. I put out the fire of anger, agony, pain, and confusion into the bag full of sand.

That night, Aiken hadn't been present for dinner; he excused himself and stated he would like to dine at his wing with his companions, alone. My father was nothing less of ecstatic to give that to the Alpha King, the man responsible for the certain edge and fear that has covered his entire pack, and indirectly responsible on the attack on his daughter.

After letting my anger out on the bag, I had taken a shower, and ungracefully threw myself on my big plushy bed.

It had only dawned me then, that this might be the last time I sleep in this bed.

Tears had streamed down my flushed cheeks, as sobs were covered by the pillow pressed unrelentingly on my face. In the moment I had released the full force of the pain my mate had caused me today; I had never known a mate could actually cause that much pain to his mate.

Which is why, this morning, I had sat an hour on my vanity, trying my best to cover the undereye bags, hinting to the lack of sleep.

At breakfast, Aiken and his companion were not present, just like the night before at dinner. But true to my word, I had met Alaera at the gates after breakfast, for a short shopping spree together.

Sitting with Maz in the comfortable silence that usually accompanied the contact between us, I stopped the ebony locks of the beautiful Lycan I had quickly become friends with.

Chatting throughout the ride, we stopped at Starbucks before we started our spree for a boost in our systems. "Oh, my God. You have to tell me what you did to Aiken, so I can do it to him whenever I need him to comply." The sudden and casual mention of my mate had taken me by surprise, as I stopped walking side by side with the Lycan.

She stopped, a look of pure confusion had appeared before it dawned her; he wasn't and isn't exactly open about being mated to a standard wolf. "I'm so sorry to bring it up. I didn't mean... It's just... You're amazing... And Aiken cannot see that... For the love of the Goddess I cann-" I strained my face to smile, "It's okay, Alaera. I'm fine, it's just. You know, no one has mentioned him after the incident in the Infirmary and I hadn't seen him for dinner and breakfast, and I just wasn't ready for the whole, you know, mate thing with a Lycan. Not to mention the Lycan Alpha King."

She placed a hand on my shoulder, firmly squeezing in reassurance as she looked my right in the eyes, blue eyes sparkling. "He loves you, I know that. Every mate does. But he just has a lot on his mind, and a lot have happened in our lives, you know..." She trailed off, the grip loosening and her eyes losing the sparkle.

Something bad must've happened to trigger that emotion.

"Alright. Enough of the sappy talk. Better get started on the shopping so we can eat and continue and make it back in time for dinner, or my father is going to bury me." Alaera laughed at my statement, the Lycan I've come to know and love had come back.

          After the spree, we arrived home. The guards had seemed to be increased in size, as they looked tense and serious.

Walking inside my home and towards the large kitchen of the pack house as Lola, a maid that worked in the pack house, took my bags to my room, I spotted my parents secretively talking to each other. Almost arguing.

When my mother spotted me from the corner of her eye, she faked a smile and placed her hand on Dad's bicep, seemingly trying to fake a conversation to not arise questions from me.

"Mom, you don't have to fake anything. I saw your serious faces before I entered." The facade dropped as she heard my words. "It's nothing to worry about, princess. Just some things your mother and I need to attend to."

I raised my eyebrows at my father, chugging down the cold bottle of water I took from the fridge. "You don't have to lie, Dad. So many people in my life have lied to me, it's not something new to me." It may have been slightly bitter, but in that moment, the look of hurt and dismay on my parents' faces did not faze as in the aftermath it did.

Dinner went by slower than I had wanted. The food was stale in my mouth, as my mind was too preoccupied with other things to actually pay attention to the Lasagna on my platter.

Laughter and smiles and joy filled the room, as it seems my fellow pack members seemed to have come to terms with the Lycans staying with us, in our pack house.

Speaking of the Lycans, it seems as they have done what their Alpha has done, locking themselves in the wing that we ever so graciously handed to them for their stay.

No sight of the ruthless werewolves were seen throughout the day. My mind wandered to my mate, and the injury he sustained. Worry had engulfed me as I realized he might have not removed the gauze I wrapped his hand in. I caught on to his stubborn and egotistic behavior, to deduce that he may be to arrogant to ask for a change in the gauze.

Placing the note to visit my mate and assist him, I helped the maids working in the pack house to clear the tables.

I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirrors of one of the many bathrooms of the pack house. My eyes were bloodshot from the tiredness, and it seems they were playing tricks on me, as I kept seeing the cut inflicted from the blow Aiken made to the wall the other day.

My dark brown hair was a mess; baby hairs flying every where, curls were now wavy in a not so sexy way, and it seemed as though I walked right above a vent on the floor. Pulling my fingers through it, to comb and tame the wild hair, I pulled it back to a ponytail, hairs almost instantly flying to the front of my face, to short to be tied back with the rest.

Approving of my look, I stealthily grabbed on of the extra First Aid kits we kept around the large mansion-like house, and started my trek towards where the Lycans were currently residing in.

Yes I haven't updated in a very, very long time. But I had his very bad writers block and I think my mojo is back.

Hopefully, I will be updating more often during the summer

- Sara