The Persistent Alpha, & Resistant Luna

49. An Everlasting Rainstorm .

Nova's POV

Four weeks.

Well, almost.

That's how long it's been since I last seen those pale brown eyes, with that mysterious spec of green.

I've dreamed of him every night since I've left. Well, the nights that I've been able to sleep, which have only been a few hours at a time.

Even of the small pale-eyed boy, alone in the woods, changing for the first time. His lazy bedroom eyes, now wide in fear and full of anguish.

I woke up gasping for air most nights.

The dreams vivid.. strong.

Auguste and I haven't been back home, we've been on the move nonstop. Two reasons for that.

One, because we've been on the search for mom now that there's word of her being alive. And two, because we know Grey's been sending the pack to find us.

A secret third reason of mine, is that Titus is still out there. I didn't want to remind my dad of that. Not when we were so consumed in finding mom.

With what little I've learned, I've been able to keep me and Auguste from being spotted and out of reach of the Aureate Moon wolves.

Dad and I seemed closer than we've ever been since mom died, or rather left us, even though silence seems to be the best binding element to our relationship after our talk back at the packhouse.

He knows mom's- no, Minette is alive, but doesn't exactly know that she's been wed to someone else the entire time they've known one another, let alone having had other kids.

Tino.

Was it right to listen to some stranger? Some random person who's been watching my every move, who says we share the same mother who's both alive and well.

I'd be a fool to have not listened to him. Merde, the boy even looked like he could be my kid brother.

Because he is, Nova.

I shook the thought.

The thought of Caustine, the thought of being hunted not only by Titus, but by the Aureate Moon pack. And Grey, the thought of Grey had to be wiped clear from my mind.

That's how I've been able block him out, not without difficulty of course, but by making myself believe he was never a chapter in my life.

A fast, exhilarating, heart-wrenching chapter, that's opened this book up as a whole new story.

One I had to write on my own.

Auguste was still getting use to the new me, or better yet, the real me. Who I've really been in the inside, even when I didn't know it myself.

I was grateful that he didn't push me away like I thought he would, learning about me being one of them. One of the freaks. And I'm glad he didn't know I was even a freak amongst the freaks.

He couldn't understand how he and mom had been living together for years, and he'd never found out let alone had a hunch. Though he knew she was different, exceptional strength, speed, endurance, and agility- mom was something ethereal to him.

It only made it harder to bare, just how much I was like her.

But just like me, he wanted to know why it was that she left. Given, I knew much more to the story than he did. I couldn't stomach telling him that Minette's off living good, getting fat and pregnant over the years, and not thinking of us at all.