As I turn around I see the elders retreating, their fight dying. They are powerless against him, he has shown them this.
“I believe this shall be a turning point for the pack.” I whisper to myself glaring at their backs. Shameless. All bark and no bite, sending their wolves against the Alpha all because they believe filthy ways is what the moon wishes.
Whilst the pack scurries away, my eyes land on that female. She stands still among the moving crowd. The one who looks like the female of sin. She watches me as I watch her. I wonder how I look in her eyes? A weak wolf or a strong wolf?
She is a peculiar female I noticed this, the way she never spoke or interacted much. The way she kept to herself reading books. She reminded me of a wolf. She reminded me of myself. And this scared me. Despite the male attention, she received that made females envy she never paid heed to it ignoring them until they got tired and went away. She preferred to be alone, unlike other females.
Her eyes linger on my flesh never taking it away from me. What is it with this female? Why do her eyes always lay upon me? Why does she seek me even amid a crisis? What does she want from me? These questions pool in my mind as she visibly gulps, the entirety of my attention that is directed at her makes her nervous. She did not expect it.
Wishing to stop running merely of her resemblance to whom destroyed my bond I stride towards her with confidence that uplifts me. Her doe eyes widen as soon as she notices this. She takes a shaky stumbled step backwards as I tilt my head to her movements. She reminds me of a lamb before the slaughter.
As I stand in front of her she fidgets around thinking what to do but comes to her senses as she quickly bows in respect. “L-Luna.” She greets with a stutter.
“Why do you keep looking at me?” I question getting straight to the point my voice strong tone high as I assert my dominance. No introduction, no greeting from my side. Her eyes broaden further knowing that she has been caught.
“B-Because I-I just wanted t-to-” She stutters a lot her anxiety shown clearly to me.
“Speak up, female.” I say once more urging her to finish her answer.
“Because I like you!” She shrieks clenching her eyes shut as she speaks her truth. A few seconds pass and she looks up at me quickly shaking her head non-stop. Her antics are that of a pup, she confuses me. “I meant I look up to you. You intrigue me, Luna.”
I did not expect that. Truly. My wolf sits on her hind legs watching this female from her view, she likes her. She wishes to bring her into our group of females. I do not understand where she has derived such good intentions from, but I do not trust until it is proven that I can. My wolf sees and understands things that I do not but she must wait for me to make my decision.
“I had always dreamed of meeting you, we heard the news of you. News of your reign, of your righteousness, of how you protect females. You were my role model growing up, I wanted to be strong as you.” She explains her interest in me grabbing the small book from her pocket opening it up to me to show me her drawings. Of how she imagined I looked like.
I take the book gently from her hands, curiosity erupting as I flip through the pages. “What do you want from me?” I ask scanning through her coloured sketches of me.
“To be a warrior. To be your warrior. I wish to be trained by you.” She utters looking up at me with hopeful eyes.
“Why do you wish to be a warrior?” I ask her my eyes meeting hers, a look of intimidation I give her to see if she would succumb to it. She does not know that her answer to this shall be helping my decision.
Her spine straight head high she declares in a confident tone. “Because I think I can change this world. Because I wish to fight for what is right.” Such a simple answer but it holds meaning. It holds her truth.
Wolves turn around to see what the noise is about as I calmly analyze this female from head to toe. Yes, she is not physically ready but mentally she is. She could be my asset if well trained and nurtured. She possesses the inner strength, the true essence of a warrior. This is what my wolf saw before I did. Females truly are beautiful creatures.
Hands move backwards to clasp behind my back legs separated in a position at ease. “State your name and rank.” I command.
She frowns confusion sparking within her. “I do not understand.”
“This is the first question warriors are asked before they start training. Now, state your name and rank.”
Her eyes widen to my words light flowing through her like electricity. Her dream is so simple for me to grant, it is a good dream of hers. I hope she knows that.
“My name is Nelly. I was one of the hunters for the pack.” She replies copying my position replying to me with vigour and determination.
“Your name. It means the shining light yes?”
“Yes, Luna.” She answers.
“Then I hope that you shall shine your light on any darkness that our pack shall come across. Warrior, Nelly.” I give her a soft smile. I was wrong. This was not the doing of the female of sin but the moon. Nelly will replace the coldness into warmth, I am sure of it.
She shrieks a little excitement taking a hold of her as she dives into me, hands around my waist a hug she offers me as I stand still surprised by her unhesitant action. A few seconds pass for her to gasp and let me go. Her cheeks burn with her embarrassment a red hue paints her flesh. “I apologize. I-I was not thinking.”
I chuckle at her antics, she is quite cute I must say. “Find my beta, Elriam. Say that I have initiated you into the warrior training. She shall guide you from there.”
“Thank you, Luna.” Nelly bows deeply eyes welling up with tears. I understand this feeling, the overwhelming feeling of accomplishment when dreams come true. She gives me not one but two consecutive bows showing me her happiness earning another chuckle from me.
Whilst she wanders away in search of Elriam asking my wolves where she might be, lips curve up into a soft smile. I cannot help but feel this could be the beginning of her blooming. She will make a good warrior.
With one final glance at her retreating back, I plod to where he lies to where his sorrowful scent speaks to me. His soul is bare, yet he is not calling me merely mourning by himself. Emotions he thinks he must handle alone without showing any weakness on display.
Each step I climb up towards where he is present has my heart mourn with him, his emotions are mine. I peer into the familiar hallway, it has been quite some time since I came here. Somehow, the hallway seems darker and colder. Unwelcoming and closed off. Is this a reflection of him? Of his feelings towards my absence?
I notice the curtains are not pulled back to allow light in, something I made sure to do every morning. With a low sigh reaching up to the flaps I pull them back content as the sun pours her warmth through the glass slicing away the eerieness of the place. There must always be light to consume the darkness for darkness pushes one away from true happiness. Is this why Deimos named me Lumina?
Taking a deep breath in to calm the rapid beats of my heart I stride towards the bedroom surprised to find the door wide open. A sign that his wolves can come speak to him of his actions or the decision that he made if they wish to.
He sits at the edge of the bed we once shared upper body bare whilst his fingers are nudged onto his forehead eyes closed eyebrows pushed down in a frown. He is drowning in his thoughts that he is unaware of my presence.