The Young Mate

Chapter 60

Landon

I watched as she fell forward onto her parents. The sword that was foolishly dropped stood right in their path. In slow motion, the blade pierced her dad, then her mom, then her. Then some sort of explosion happened inside of me. Acid dripped on my skin and I broke threw the ropes.

The second I did that the pack retaliated. But the second I reached her body nothing else mattered. I occasionally felt blood spray across my face. I gently lifted her body. The sword had plunged directly into her heart. I felt her pulse. Nothing.

My own heart murmured, stopped, then began to beat again. Looked around me and saw fighting and shifting and death. But I heard nothing. Quiet filled my ears and cold leaked into my chest. Before I knew what was happening I threw my head back in a strangled howl.

Oliver quickly came out and red flooded our vision. Time passed. I don't know how much. But suddenly I was naked over her body. Someone's hand reached to me. I began to growl but I noticed a pair of shorts on their hand. I took them and quickly put them on.

"What do we do, Alpha?" I heard a strong voice say. I did not turn to look at them.

"We wait." I heard soft mutters. "The has not broken. I can still feel it."

"But Alpha-"

"I said we will wait!" No body dared to make a peep after that. I racked my brain thinking of what to do.

Lila

"What do you mean I can't tell him?!" I cried out to the Goddess.

"I cannot allow special rules for you. No matter how much I like you." She folded her hands in her lap and looked back to the whispy white cloud in front of us. It's showing us what is happening at my body.

"But they don't have long before I'm truly gone forever. What if he doesn't remember?"

"He will." She urged. "Sit down and relax, dear." I slumped back into the chair and covered my eyes. It had been hours already after my death and he still has not moved from the spot.

"The only reason I did that is because-" She held her hand up to silence me.

"Be patient, child." She sighed. "I swear your worse then an actual child." She mumbled.

"Well you'd be the same way if you were me." I scoffed.

"I haven't been on Earth in thousands of years. I don't remember human trifles." She said simply. "When I was on Earth there were no such things as "hunters". Humans had adored us because we kept them safe. Something like this would have never happened."

"They hate werewolves for some reason now though. I just couldn't believe....my own parents for Pete's sake." My head fell back to my hands.

"Pete?" She tilted her head. "Who is this Pete?"

"Nobody, madam." A lolita looking made appeared with a China tea set. "A term used now in days." The Moon Goddess nodded her head. The lolita maid poured us each tea and then left us again.

"When I was a young Lady, she was my servant." The Moon Goddess began. "I loved her like my own sister. When I was chosen next I had to leave her. She did not know what to do. But soon it came to her. She knew what the answer was. Sometimes love must wait. Love must be patient." She sipped the steaming liquid with a smile. "Sometimes love is all you can depend on."

Landon

I watched the sun rise over the tree line. The pack had joined me on the ground to watch their Luna. Her body was still and warm. Like she was only taking a nap. I chose to think that's what was happening. The forest was silent.

I thought. And I thought. Nothing came to me. My mind was a blank slate. An empty void. I thought nothing. I felt nothing. I waited. Was I to mourn? To bury her and move on? I decided to pray instead.

"Join me, everyone." I announced. "Dear Moon Goddess..."

Lila

"He is praying to me." The Moon Goddess declared in the silence. "The entire pack is as well." I sat up from my quick nap to look into the puffy white ball.

"I wish he would remember." I sighed.

"I assume he has a touch of memory loss." She had a mischievous tone to her voice. Touch.

"Your a genius!" I yelled standing up. I kneeled in front of the vision and let me finger tips run across the tree tops. A small breeze ruffled them.

Landon

A breeze went through the trees. I let my head roll back as I continued in prayer. Then warmth touching my face silenced me. Though the sun was high, the trees protected me from the sun. I stopped but the pack continued. I allowed my head to roll back to stare at the sky. The same warmth moved over my throat. I happened again and again.

Soon I moved my hand there. Then a slight pain moved over my skin. A the breeze ruffled my hair and caressed my face. Before I knew it a single tap on my forehead sent a whirlpool of pain through my head. Flashes of  a memory washed through my brain. So many I couldn't figure which one was the sign. Or what I thought was a sign.

Then the night my throat was cut began to show more immediately. I felt the intense white hot pain. The fear struck me again. A certain part began to play over and over. When she saved me. When she saved me. When she...saved me.

I grabbed her arms and began to look at them. Something did not seem right. I searched for something unusual. On her left wrist was a small pink scar not any larger than the size of a staple. I ran my thumb over it. A very painful electric shock ran through my hand. When I touched it again, it happened again.

"Who has a knife?" I called out. People fumbled around, patting pockets. A small Swiss army knife landed a few feet from me. I looked up to give a young boy, no older than seven, a smile. I pulled the knife and cut the scar. Thick almost black blood leaked from the cut I made. Soon wind and leaves swirled around us in a tornado of dust.

While the wound was still flowing I held her wrist over her slightly ajar mouth. A small drop beaded up then fell. The second it passed her lips she began to glow. Her body hovered ever so slightly and rushed with heat. A beautiful sound filled my ears. Her body collapsed like a rag doll.

I wanted to sing. To cry. Dance. Celebrate. A deep breath rocked her chest. Then her eyes followed, flying open with the strength of the Moon Goddess herself.