Luna Dea

17) Who Knew Wolves Were So Possessive And Teritorial.....

The new mythology of love was that it bent to the fashion of the day, obligated to take the shape of doves, lilies, jewels. This is a lie. Love is sometimes as passionate as war.
- Brenna Yovanoff

Avalon pov

I went off to find Jaycob. I did as he said and followed his scent. On my way, I tried to contact Dea. Dea, are you there. Silence. Please Dea. Silence. I should have never let you use all your energy. Silence. I sigh. I should have known.

I came across a room. I heard some muffled sobbing inside. I hesitated. I should go in and see what's wrong with whoever is in there. That's what I would do. Right?

I take a deep breath and open the door in hope of sparking a flicker of the old me with this.

"Seb?" I whisper.

Inside was Sebastian, he was sat down on his bed, crying in to a pillow.

"Avalon!" he exclaimed.

He hurriedly shoved the pillow away and dried his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I go and sit down next to him.

"Nothing, nothing."

I roll my eyes, "Come on, you can't fool me, I've known you for 75 years."

He sighs. He looks lost for words.

"I just... I don't know what I was expecting."

He sighs. I wait for him to carry on.

"I had pictured our reunion so many times, but I did not expect that."

"What were you expecting." I ask in a small voice.

"I don't know. I always pictured it where you would come rebounding back in to my arms and we would get our happily ever after. Not that you would have a mate and I would be a useless, old bag of bones." he bursts in to tears again.

I sigh and put my arms around him and let him cry in to my shoulder.

" You know that that would have never happened, you know I only ever come here on business. You know I left you for a reason, you don't belong in my world."

"I can change, I can adapt."

"I know you can. But I would never wish this on someone. You automatically get a massive target on your back. You can only survive if you are made for it."

He nods. "I know. I just... Just kept hope, I guess."

We pull away. "I'm sorry, I have to go. Duty calls. You will be okay right."

"Yeah. Go, be the moon goddess."

I smile at him and walk out. Sebastian made me smile, he made me feel again. He made me feel like the old me again. Even my mate couldn't do that. As soon as I was out of his presence, I became my emotionless, stoic person again.

I went back to following my mates scent. I followed it down and down until I was on the lower levels. My nose wrinkled in disgust at the smell. It smelt of rotten eggs and farts. It looked like everyone that had ever been down here had puked on the floor. I had to sidestep suspicious stains covering the floor.

I followed Jaycobs scent to a large, metal door. I listened at first and heard some shouting and grinding. I shuddered, it brought back lots of memories. I don't want to think about it.

I took a deep breath, that I soon regretted and gagged from the unquenching smell, and walked in. Everyone turned to the door to see me walk in. My mate, his Beta and the prisoner were there. The prisoner already looked very underfed and thirsty and pretty beaten up. His lip was busted and what looked like a black eye was forming.