I awaken with a loud gasp my body lunging forward, I am quickly seated fingertips thrust into the mattress tightly clutching the softness. Eyes snap to the small clock by my bedside table and my eyes widen.
Flinging the mattress away placing my cold feet into the fur slippers, the same ones that Deimos purchased for me when I was pregnant. I couldn’t bring myself to throw them away just like all the other things he bought me saying the same words each time. ‘It reminded me of you, my female.’ Perhaps he planned it all, for what hurts me the most is not the betrayal at present but the happiness of the past. The happiness that taunts me every night in my dreams.
I am attached to his presents for each of them gifted from him holds a memory, memories no matter our downfalls I truly cherish. I use them all but hidden from his sight. Like the necklace that I never remove which is often concealed under my clothes.
Unstoppable curses continue to leave my lips whilst I throw on an oversize sweater. Is the little one still asleep? He is uncomfortably silent which does nothing but cause nervousness to boil within me. Rushing over to his crib peeking inside only to find it void.
Heart pounding beneath my ribcage it becomes a sudden aching difficulty to breathe. Placing my palm into the crib sliding across the soft blanket I whisper, “Cold. It is cold. He was taken from here long before.”
The title Kal carries and him being a harmless pup makes him an easy target for rogues to take him from us and that thought itself drowns me in anxiety. Yet I know this is not the case at present. I know who has Kal, it is a quick image of him that my mind sticks out. A beautiful image of him, with a wide smile on his face as his eyes shine and laughter booms from his chest.
Heading out the front door squinting to the brightness of the sun that strikes my eyes. Closing my eyes head lifted to the sky I take a deep breath in. One that consoles my lungs, one that flourishes my shattered core. Nature dwells in my soul, and she appears when I seek her. Not when I am merely in pain, but also in my happiness, in my yearning and when I sin with words and actions.
She comforts me, nourishes me and celebrates with me. Because I knew nature well I learnt to survive on my own yet now, she has disappeared for all the things she did is being done by Deimos. She has passed it on to him.
Slow steps I take to where he resides, I need not seek him for his soul calls to me. It always does. To find him, to hold him, to… save him. It is a non-stop beckoning, he is unaware of this and pretends as though he is doing well in front of me to not sway me but I know him. Inside out. Yet why does it seem as though despite knowing him I am not aiding him rather walking away?
It feels as though the first time. I feel anxious when my eyes land upon his flesh. The beats of my heart quicken and when our eyes meet it stops. It is an uncontrollable emotion that is causing disaster and havoc within me. It is a natural gravitation towards him, one that I cannot escape.
Chewing on my lower lip hand placed upon the handle, I do my best to control my surging emotions. A small debate takes place within me whether perhaps I should leave and make Elriam fetch him Kal yet I came all the way. Why did I do so? Is it to get a glimpse of him? Is to be met with his gentle smile of welcome?
“Come in, mate.” Deimos’s deep low voice booms through from inside and I startle. Of course, he was aware of my presence. Perhaps even of my contemplation.
A soft sigh leaves my lips whilst I push the door open. I am met with the sight of Deimos who sits on the chair, left hand holding Kal to his chest and right signing documents. Eyes peer up at me yet I am not greeted by that welcoming smile of his. I am greeted by his silence.
Ragon turns to see me as he swiftly gets up and bows, “Luna.” He greets with a soft smile.
“Ragon.” I give him a nod of acknowledgement.
“Continue, Ragon.” Deimos orders eyes serious and unwavering. There seems to be important concerning matters at hand. Ragon sits back down attention turned to Deimos who waits patiently.
There is a burning tension boiling in the room not directed at me rather between them. Understanding sparks up within me, something is wrong, something is very wrong.
“They have murdered half of our night scouts. Our borders are unsafe, the remaining wolves are tired of carrying the weight of those killed.” Ragon whispers. His words take a direct hit at me for I was not unexpecting of this.
“What of our warriors, what do they think of our plan?” Deimos questions whilst I take a seat next to Ragon. Deimos glances at my movement but does not say anything turning his eyes back to his beta.
“They agree with your plan for this is how it has always been. Now that you possess a male, it has triggered a new wave of destruction.” My eyes snap to Ragon. What did he just say? Is this about Kal?
“Just like what happened to my father.” Deimos says shutting his eyes close but when they reopen they land on Kal, his frown deepens and he clutches his male tighter to him.
“Yes, Alpha.”
“What is going on?” I ask looking back and forth between the two males. The beats of my heart lose their normal pace struggling to gather it together.
“I thought things would be different compared to my father, you know? That I could lead my own life, that I could be free of my bounds. That my power would be more than enough to protect those I hold dear. Afterall I possess an unmerciful reputation that I built hoping that no wolf would dare to wield their sword towards me.” Deimos’s eyes fall to my flesh. ” Yet I am truly drowning now, Ragon.” He mutters eyes meeting mine.
“Alpha.” Ragon’s fist trembles placed upon his thigh and he bows deep. His tension-filled scent manifests into a painful one. A sour and distasteful scent it truly is.
“Answer me, what is happening?” My question is undemanding rather soft directed at Deimos, my eyes do not leave his. There is no other wolf in this room to me but him, he possesses my entire focus and attention at this moment.
“Ragon, I shall send for you in a while. We must discuss further. Meet with the warriors of their discussed war plan.” Deimos utters as Ragon’s chair is pushed backwards. He stands up bowing deeply to both of us leaving us alone in the room.
There is a silence that consumes us, both of us merely staring at the other. He takes a low deep breath to answer me. “A new war has emerged.” He says.
My eyes widen to his words, another war. I do not understand, why would any pack in their right minds go against him? He is a good alpha for he leads with goodness and righteousness this I can stand by. He has not caused any problems for others so why?
“Which pack is it? Why do they want war?” I question.
“The one south from here near the ice lands. They reside close to Phobos’s pack. There was a conflict between our scouts and theirs yet theirs killed many of ours.” He replies.