“I shall toast the bread for you if you’d like.” He says his back turned to me as he arranges the cutlery upon the table. He even has a vase of fresh flowers in the middle, which adds to the welcoming aura.
“No, it is all right.” I whisper back. This situation scares me but it also calms me. It feels as though things had never changed between us. There is a natural feeling of this environment, me by the stove him preparing the table. If Kal were here, one would think we are a family. An actual family. I smile at the thought looking down hiding it from his eyes.
He peeks at the stew from over my shoulder right palm raised to slowly settle upon my waist. I take a deep breath in as he lifts the spoon to his lips licking it to taste. He gives a nod in satisfaction then he dips it back into the pot again. Lifting the spoon he blows on it to soothe the heat and brings it to my lips. He offers it to me. Bending down I take some into my mouth chewing on the juicy tender pieces of meat.
“Do you like it? If not, I have some spices to add more flavour to meet your taste.” He mutters eyes eagerly searching mine for my answer.
“Then what if it is to my taste and not yours?” I ask. A gentle smile gleams on his face. A beautiful smile where his eyes smile with him.
“I shall eat it if you like it, my female. That is all that matters.”
“I like it as it is.” I remark moving past him striding to my seat. I do like it, it is not that flavourful but not that bland either. It has its unique taste and the bread shall go well with it.
He brings the steaming stew and pours it into my bowl first. An act of a provider. After filling his bowl he tears the bread into small bite sizes and passes them to me so that I can eat with ease. He takes his first bite swallowing down the softness of the stew and bread combined whilst I am quick to follow.
I did take two more fillings, I offered him my empty bowl and he refilled it with no hesitation happy that I am eating well and to my heart’s content.
“I wished to talk to you about something.” He declares whilst wiping his mouth with a napkin. He has finished his meal not taking any more.
“What is it?” I ask my eyes never leaving his as I gulp down my water. My belly bloated with fullness I am warm and content. Relaxed I peer up at him who looks at me with determination.
“The traditions my pack possesses, I would like you to go through each one of them with me. I wish to change them, for a better future. For our male.” He says emeralds cool and glorious as he regards me. He has made up his mind on this, he shall change their ways despite the chaos that shall erupt once more.
Silence consumes us for a few minutes, my thoughts taking a hold of me and him waiting patiently for my response. I hadn’t expected this, even if he wished to change the ways of this pack I hadn’t expected him to come to me seeking my opinions.
I am the outsider here, my beliefs of what is right that will break down their ancestor’s traditions shall perhaps push the pack further away from me. Their eyes may see me as evil and not sent from the moon. But what he is doing is neither for his sake nor mine. He is doing it so that Kal could have a better future, a changed rising pack to hold as his.
The elders shall not live that long to stand in Kal’s way but if Deimos and I do this together we can kill the fire right away and not get our male involved. This could be the beginning, the beginning of Kal’s canvas.
“I shall do it with you, Deimos. As Kal’s mother. As the Luna of this pack and as… your mate.” I look away from his gleaming eyes as I utter the last words. I acknowledged that he is my mate. And that is all I shall say, I will not go furthermore.
Chewing on my bottom lip waiting for his overwhelming emotions to explode within him whilst my eyes peer outside the windows. My cheeks burn with the words I have uttered. It came out with no hesitation, an instinct to claim him as mine.
But he speaks no words rather he stands up swiftly his chair pushed backwards. He saunters to where I sit and offers me his palm. “Now that you have said I belong to you, I think it is only right you let me see her.” He whispers.
“You wish to see her, now?” I ask confused about his request that came out of nowhere. My wolf is quick to awaken from her deep slumber to his words. She jumps around her tail wagging with her excitement to see her male. He nods to me and offers her a flash of fang to show he recognizes her presence and her wishes. She begins to whine pushing barriers asserting her dominance on me for control. She wants to see him as well. It is a mutual want between them.
Getting up I give him my hand that he holds onto with gentleness as he guides me outside the cabin. Our steps are slow and calm noses often jutting up into the air to breathe in the freshness of nature.
“And what of your wolf?” I ask.
“No. Today is my day with her. He can have his time with her another day.” He answers as he takes me further into the open fields. This way she can have all this place to run and enjoy herself. My heart pounds with overflowing excitement. It is not mine but hers. Her male has asked her presence, this itself makes her love him even more for he acknowledges her and seeks for her.
He finds a place to sit upon the grass, spreading his legs wide he waits for her arrival. Deimos is patient not demanding me to shift. He gives me time. He gives her time. But time is not what she needs for she is quick with stripping the reigns of control from my hands that I had eased.
I am pushed to the ground by the force she inflicts upon my flesh, her excitement is unbearable. I had kept her at bay away from him after all so I understand it. She breaks through her bounds and surges from within me with no warning, my spine shifts and my bones crack and protrude through flesh.
Deimos watches my transformation with awe as though he found this to be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her birth. There is swiftness in our shift as she manifests and makes herself known to his eyes. His smile widens his teeth on display as he spreads his legs farther from the other.
“Come here, my female.” He says opening up his arms for her. With no hesitation she propels her self forward paws pounding upon the grass floor mouth open and panting she sprints into his open arms.
He catches her swiftly his body pushed backwards by the force she attacks him with. His laughter booms from his chest as she knocks him down with her two front paws. Tongue out she licks him, his eyes, nose, lips and neck. He is her favourite wolf. She shall show such affections to him only. No other wolf is worthy to be loved by her than him.