"A lot of people get cars and presents for their 18th Birthday. Me? I jumped into a pool to discover a world that shouldn't exist outside of a storybook."
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A magical sec...
I woke up first due to nature's insistence. With a groan, I untangled myself from my sleeping mate and ran to the bathroom. After doing my business, I decided it was time for a shower.
I walked out and saw my mate clutching my pillow and inhaling it. I chuckled silently and sneaked out. He was so adorable sometimes.
But then it all came crashing down when I saw Jamie in the foyer. It all came rushing back. Today was the funeral. The ceremony they named the Moon Farewell ceremony. At least that's what they called it back at home. They were sending off their pack leaders back to the moon.
I felt Jamie's pain and exhaustion and a few tears leaked out. I could tell that she was trying to be strong but with her new moon gift, she was feeling just as much the wolves at the loss of Chad and Julia, if not more so. Her attachment to the wolves were second only to the moon goddess, and she felt the full brunt of losing them as if she lost part of her soul.
I hugged her and said nothing. What most people don't get is that during times of grief, it's best to show rather than say. Telling people that their loved ones had gone to a better place isn't going to make the heartache better...they've gone to a place where you can't see or hold them again, how is that better? Being sorry for a loss can be ok, but it doesn't lessen the pain of loss. Being there for the ones in pain matter the most.
I let her go and saw her face fill with resolve, she was going to be ok. I turned and saw Nia and Rue dressed in black sipping coffee at the dining table. I rushed back to my room to change into something for the funeral.
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Tears fell for my dear friends as I smoothed the dress.
I felt warm arms go around my waist and chest as he appeared behind me. His presence calmed the tsunami in my gut. It was terrifying yet there he was, turning the tumultuous waves calm. I was grateful and thankful that we cleared the air yesterday. I didn't realise how draining it was to have a bond that was crying for help. Now that the bond was healing and coming back to life, I felt a lightness come over my body.
I turned to him and hugged him tight. He was wearing only a pair of dark wash jeans that hung low on his hips showing off the happy trail that were flanked by his v line...If there wasn't a funeral to attend...
He groaned. "Princess, you're killing me right now."
My brows scrunched in confusion, "what do you mean?"
A smirk graced his lips as he spoke, "This new form...it lets me feel everything you do. But on a deeper level. It's almost as if it's in my soul too. Your desire is almost as if it was my own." His eyes trailed up and down. "I don't like that dress."
I rolled my eyes and put on my shoes before walking away. When we were in the car he had put on a dark shirt and the leather jacket he favoured every time we left the house.
Emotions were my forte. The fact that he could feel me so deeply made me a little bit happy. But as we stepped into the Blood Moon pack, the emotions of the grieving pack was almost too much.
But then the most surprising thing happened. I felt a warm aura wash over me, calming me, protecting me, shielding me from the strong emotions I was feeling from the pack. I could feel the aura being projected from my mate and I sent him a grateful smile. I had always been the one to help people with emotions but never had anyone ever done it for me.
I couldn't help but fall in love with him a bit more.
When we arrived, sadness surrounded us like an ink stain on white cotton. I tried to sending calming waves of emotions to everyone but Jamie shook her head. That was her job. As the bridge between the moon and the wolves, they were hers to look after. I nodded my head and extended it to my sister.
She nodded gratefully as we arrived at the pyres. The wolves around us were hanging on to each other and crying but no one dared howl. Their sobs were wrenching at my heart as tears started streaming down my face. I looked at my friends who were laid peacefully, side by side on their pyres. It hurt.
But my eye caught something. A smirking face that quickly dissolved into stone. It was that beefed up jackass who was beaten like a rug when I first got here. A few other men were with him.
I also noticed that the men he had were strong warrior types that could easily outnumber and outmatch the remaining pack members. I felt a fury that I knew wasn't my own.
Nox had seen them but from behind his aviators, no one else could tell that dark veins were slowly travelling from his onyx eyes towards his cheek. I gripped his had right and buried my head into his chest. Wrapping him in waves of love and kindness. He kissed the top of my head and held on as I grieved for the Luna and Alpha. My sister came up behind me and hugged me too. She was never close to them but she enjoyed their company when we were together. Julia always made her friends feel included...and she was friends with everyone. . . . . . . . . . . . . Mason and Jamie walked up to the front and spoke. Mason gave the eulogy. He was so heartbroken but he held on till the end before his voice broke. "I couldn't have asked to have a better friend, brother and Alpha. And the Luna will forever be in our hearts. When you're sad, remember her smile and kindness. When you're scared remember her strength and when you're happy, remember her joy. Thank you." He walked to Erica and hugged her to hide his tears as Jamie took over.
"Mother moon, goddess of the night sky and creator, we send your children back into your embrace. May they have everlasting happiness in your realm that they never found here." With a few words in that ancient tongue she learned, the betas walked up and lit the pyre.
Only when the ashes started falling like snow did the wolves start howling. The ashes were white meaning that the moon goddess accepted them.
"Farewell, my friends." I whispered as I watched the pile of wood collapse.
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Hello my beautiful people Sorry for the super late update. Lockdown depression got to me and I had to change phones. I'm locked down with my brother's family and missing everyone I haven't been able to see in the past month but we only have one more week to go so fingers crossed.
I know that most werewolf stories have detailed accounts of mating and $èx but I didn't want to do that for mine. Not because I'm a prude just because the idea of this book came to me when I was a teen and fairly innocent so I would like to keep some of that. But if you're looking for more sexy stuff, I'm thinking of putting up some one-shots and a BDSM story.
