Change. Can people change in a small period of time? Can they suddenly turn from ice cold to a soothing warm? To slowly begin to grow your hope like a plant, nurturing and protecting it with care. That’s what Deimos seems to be doing to me these days. Like something made him see or change his mind. His eyes follow me everywhere, hands keep reaching for a feel of my skin and nose sniffing for a whiff of my scent. He seems… feels different.
Though being an Alpha needs him to be present always in everyday affairs he does his best to at least see me once a day. How can someone go from not wanting to be in my sight for a minute to always searching for me? To always aching to be by my side?
However, I haven’t been able to see him these days as he seems to be busy preparing for the shindig. I didn’t understand the meaning behind it until I questioned Ragon to inform me more about it. Deimos must host this shindig every year as it is the only way he can keep the packs away from conflict and ensure peace.
One of the things that sparked curiosity within me related to the shindig is that all the Lunas’ must attend. The males of the packs think that the Lunas’ must feel honoured to be part of this event but I think the Alphas’ must be the ones to feel honoured to have their Luna’s by their side. When I attend the shindig I will not attend as a Luna, I will attend as an Alpha.
My thoughts are interrupted by Ragon bursting through my door, chest heaving while he bends down palms on knees trying to catch his breath. This male never ceases to amaze me. Looking at him through the mirror brushing my hair I question him trying to hide my smile which often lights up in his presence.
“Yes, Ragon? Did someone die?” I ask him, making his eyes widen while he fakes a laugh.
“Very funny Luna! Not really, I am actually here to take you to the shops to get your gown for today’s shindig.” He replies with a smile.
“No need to do so, I already have something to wear,” I say looking down at the T-shirt and jeans I have on.
“You mean what you have on?” He asks giving me a once-over. I nod agreeing. “You serious?” He asks me once more as I nod again while it sparks him into a laughing fit. “Luna there is no way in hell Deimos would let you arrive at the shindig looking like this unless he becomes blind before that.” He tells me chuckling.
That I agree with, there is no way Deimos would let me go like this and he has been so nice to me these days, I don’t want to go against him now and make him upset. Shuffling out of my chair with a deep huff I follow Cronus down the stairs. Striding to the entrance I stop midway, my eyes catching sight of Deimos.
My heart skipping beats, my body growing hot by the second. He is a perfect sculpture given to me by the Moon Goddess. His back towards me showing me the perfect view of his body. The muscles of his back flexing to his every moment, his thick hair moving softly to the music of the breeze. As he turns around and looks at me my breath stops in my throat as I fight for air.
Walking towards me looking at me from head to toe he questions me, “Where are you going, mate?” He wants to know where I am going, this male who never wanted to know what I was doing before now questions me like it’s very important to him. Like he must know my daily activities or he cannot be calm. This makes me happy.
“I-I umm go shop,” I answer him my cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Now I cannot even seem to speak proper English when he is near me. While Cronus looks at me like I’ve grown two heads, Deimos walks closer to me with a sly smile. A smile I get once in a blue moon, a smile I have photographed deep within my mind. Rolling a strand of my hair around his finger he bends down to my height as he whispers in my ears. “And why you go shop?” He asks me once more pointing out my grammatical mistake. He seems to like teasing me, this male of mine.
Before I could answer him, Cronus steps forward interrupting us. “I am taking her to get a gown for the shindig as she seems to have nothing to wear.” He tells Deimos, accusation toning his voice.
“And why must you be the one to do this?” Deimos calmly questions Cronus ignoring his tone.
“Her females asked me to do so.” He tells Deimos while giving me a soft smile. I can see the tension simmering beneath the surface between them.
“Y-you can come if you’d like to,” I tell Deimos, I would actually like him to come along. We could spend some time together. Cronus snaps his head to me, while Deimos gives me a soft smile.
“Forgive me, my mate. I cannot do so I still have plenty to do with the preparations. Perhaps next time, so go on ahead.” Deimos tells me as disappointment covers me. Nodding I follow after Cronus until Deimos’s voice booms across the walls.
“Red.” He says.
“What?” I ask him. Red? Red what?
“Get something in red. I love the colour on you.” He tells me while looking at the heat of my cheeks in response to his answer as he walks away.
The entire ride to the shops all I can think of is Deimos, does he finally want us to work? Does he finally think I am worthy? Can he see a future for us? Thoughts consume me but fly as Cronus parks the car with a sudden break, chest heaving and nails elongating over the steering wheel.
“Cronus? Cronus, what’s wrong?” I ask him softly. He gets out of the car coming to my side opening mine urging me to get out. As I step out he finally answers me with a smile.
“Nothing, Luna. Let’s go, get you a red dress.” He says as he walks into the shop. While the wolves working bow to us leading the way all I can think is why does Cronus look so mad? And so begins my trials. Something I have never done before and something I never want to do again.