Luna Dea

25) Exterminating Angels

There are sicknesses that walk in darkness; and there are exterminating angels, that fly wrapt up in the curtains of immateriality and an uncommunicating nature; whom we cannot see, but we feel their force, and sink under their sword.
- Jeremy Taylor.

Avalon pov

5

It has been another week. Another 7 days. Now, we only have 5 more days until the blood moon. I am starting to think that I won't be able to help the pack in the fight. But they won't win without me.

I keep resolving to talk about it with Jaycob, but whenever I am about to do it, I back out. I don't feel powerful, like a real goddess. I feel helpless. I've lost Dea, my one permanent rock in this world. Guardians knows what happened to her. I haven't told anyone what happened to me when the Fates had me. It's eating me up inside. I hate it. If I ever felt like I do now, Olive would always talk me out of if, make me feel better, almost whole again. Now I can't even talk to her.

I am utterly alone in this world. Training happened this morning as usual. It's been getting more and more rigorous as the date for the blood moon starts to draw closer and closer.

I just finished my training, I came back in, resolved to talk to Jaycob about the fight. I will do it this time. I am determined.

I go in to the kitchen and try to find his scent. I find a faint string of it, I follow it upstairs, past his office, past our room. It becomes stronger when I round the corner. I stop at a door, it is strongest here.

I push the doors open. I will talk to him. We will talk about what could happen. He could die. And I would be helpless to stop it.

He is in the library. I continue to follow his scent until I spot him at the top of a bookshelf.

He is on top of a ladder, looking at books on the top shelf. The ladder he is on wobbles, I hold on to it to stop it from tipping over. He looks down and smiles at me. I smile back.

"Thanks." he says, going back to looking for whatever he is looking for.

"What are you looking for?" I ask.

He sighs and starts climbing down. When he gets to the bottom, he goes over to a desk with a load of books piled on it. He starts absentmindedly flicking through them.

"I've been looking for a way for you to fight or maybe delay your heat, or something like that." he says, not meeting my eyes.

This is what he's been doing? I didn't expect this. This just confirms my suspicions that he too has reserves to complete the mating bond. Usually, in stories that you might read, it's always the girl that has reserves, or some reason why they can't do something. It feels nice to know I'm not the only one who might not want to rush in to things.

"There is no way." I sigh, "I made mate bonds. I made it so there was no way around it."

Why did I make heat. It is torture. This is so unfair. Stupid past me who hadn't experienced it. Olive would be laughing at me if she was here. Laughing at me cursing my past self.

I narrow my eyes at my mental self. Jaycobs eyes are also narrowed. He knoelws that they have no chance against 3 immortal goddesses.

"I'm sorry." I say.

His eyes snap to me, his eyes are wide and he looks astounded.

"I'm so sorry." I continue. "If I had just never come down, or if I had seen this coming. I should have. The Fates have been dormant for ages, I should have known they were planning something big."