Forgotten

[9]

FALL

There was celebration within the pack.

Brock had finally found his mate.

Sansa sat next to Warren, taking in the dancing figures and loud music being played. Laughter could be heard over the strumming of guitars and banging of drums. Loud chatter and noise- shouts of congratulations.

Sansa could see Brock ahead of her.

She watched him and the woman that sat next to him.

She was beautiful. But something in the way Brock stared at her told Sansa that it wasn't her beauty that made his eyes glaze over in wonder.

She kept staring, an unknown feeling rising within.

Warren elbowed her side gently, a smile tugging up the corners of his face.

"Sad that he wasn't yours?"

Sansa laughed at his joke.

"No...I'm glad he found someone to make him happy."

"I'm glad to. Now he'll stop hanging around the house pestering me about where you are. One down, and another to go!" Warren raised his glass in the air, his lone toast to the future ahead.

Sansa couldn't help but laugh, her eyes falling now on the other brother- Jacob.

She quickly looked away when she realized he also had been staring back at her.

"It won't be long now kid," Warren said. Sansa could hear a slight slur within his voice. To much liquor at the celebration.

She peered down at her own cup, the water sitting there untouched.

She had clinics tomorrow.

In her head, she began thinking of all the ingredients she would need to make Warren something that would help with the headache he was sure to feel the next day.

He stared at Sansa now and repeated his previous words.

"It won't be long now Kid."

"Warren please-,"

"Ah-," he waved his hand at her, dismissing her words and drinking deeper into his cup.

Sansa stared at him, a question rising to her mind.

She figured, with Warren so intoxicated now, it would be the best time to ask. There was a good chance he wouldn't even remember any of this in the morning.

"Warren...do you know how my parents met?"

Warren spat out the drink that was in his mouth, spilling it down his shirt.

Sansa quickly grabbed a napkin, whipping away the dripping liquid from his chin.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have-,"

"-no."

He shook his head, leaning back with a sigh.

"You have every right to know. It's not like your father is going to come here and tell you himself."

Sansa flinched back at the harsh truth of his words.

Warren did not seem to notice. His eyes were glazed over, thinking back to the past.

"Mmmhh...that's an interesting thing...I don't like to think about it but...I don't know why...Maybe because I just hated your mother so much."

Sansa sat enraptured by the truth she had never heard. She knew nothing about her mother. Only that she had passed away when she was young. Only that she looked a lot like the women Warren now was speaking of.

"Your mother... came to the pack because she was looking for a mate. She was like any other female who was going pack to pack trying to find him. The only difference was she only wanted to see the Alphas of the pack...like she already knew that no one but the best would be good enough for her," a bitter laugh left Warren.

"It was just a normal mate meeting. She came to the pack- your father saw her- and that was that. She became Luna. And everything after that...changed."

Whatever spell Warren had been under seemed to break. His eyes suddenly became clear. More focused. He turned back to Sansa, evaluating her.

"Never mind. Forget that. What matters now is you and your mate. You'll be seventeen in just a few months."

Sansa sighed and looked out at the crowd.

"I don't think he's here."

"Then you'll do what any female does when their mate isn't in the pack. You travel and find him."
Sansa smiled at Warren's innocent suggestion.

She felt pain in her chest when she looked at Jacob now. Her eyes traveled back to Brock and his mate. To how he looked at her.

She wanted that.

But she wanted that look to come from only silver eyes. 

I should note that the chapters WILL get longer hahaha, just hang in there for now.