(ORION’S POV)
I walked slowly down the path, my progress impeded by the crutch I leaned on for support. The fang-shaped sapphire around my neck shifted with each step, a constant reminder of both my strength and my vulnerability. Disappointment weighed heavily upon me, dragging down my posture and clouding my thoughts. Sheila’s rejection echoed relentlessly in my mind, each recurrence deepening the sting of defeat.
In the middle of deep thoughts, Willowhart's private quarters came into my view, nestled among the vibrant foliage next to the bustling healer hut. Her serene presence was there, in the middle of fragrant herbs and blooming flowers. It was a stark contrast to my inner turmoil.
Pausing in her gardening, Willowhart glanced up, her perceptive gaze catching my unrest immediately. "Young alpha?" she murmured softly, concern etched into her gentle features. "You seem troubled." Her eyes scanned the area, noticing the absence of her protege. "Where's Sheila?" she inquired, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of worry.
My heart sank like a stone as Willowhart uttered her name. I turned to meet her concerned gaze, the weight of my emotions evident in the heaviness of my voice. "Sheila," I began, struggling to articulate the turmoil within me, "she... she ran into the woods."
Willowhart's brow furrowed with deeper concern at my words, prompting her to abandon her gardening and approach me with determined steps. "Ran into the woods?" she repeated, her voice carrying a note of alarm. "What happened?"
It dawned on me then, the depth of Willowhart's worry for both Sheila and myself. I hastened to allay her fears. "Everything's alright, Willowhart," I reassured her, though the disappointment still lingered heavy in my tone. "I just... told her how I feel, but she turned me down and ran into the woods."
As I relayed Sheila's sudden departure to Willowhart, her tension visibly melted away, replaced by a compassionate understanding. "I see," she murmured softly, her voice a soothing balm to my troubled soul. "I'll ensure the patrol groups keep an eye out for her."
With a sense of empathy born from years of healing and observing human nature, Willowhart delved into Sheila's past, offering me a glimpse into the complexities of her character. "You know, young alpha," she began, her voice carrying the weight of wisdom earned through years of experience, "Sheila is a complex soul. Her heart bears scars deeper than you can imagine."
A sudden realization dawned on me, prompting me to interject, "Scars? You mean her face?"
Willowhart's gaze turned somber, her eyes reflecting the depths of Sheila's suffering. "Beyond that, dear alpha," she corrected. "I stumbled upon her in the woods, frail and forsaken, during the grand foraging last autumn." Weariness tinged her voice as she recounted the grim discovery. "Her body bore the marks of savage wounds, but none as haunting as the scars left by wolfsbane venom upon her visage."
A heavy silence descended as Willowhart contemplated the inexplicable cruelty behind Sheila's disfigurement. "It was as though the venom possessed a malevolent will of its own," she mused, her furrowed brow betraying her bewilderment. "Or perhaps... the potency of the wolfsbane was such that it wrought devastation upon her visage unlike anything I've witnessed before."
She shook her head slowly, as if trying to shake off the disbelief that clouded her thoughts. "Yet, regardless of its origin," she continued, her voice weighted with uncertainty, "She carries the heavy burden of that affliction every passing day, young alpha. It has shaped her in ways that defy our understanding."
Her words sank deep into my consciousness, stirring a mix of emotions within me. Anger simmered beneath the surface as I grappled with the injustice inflicted upon Sheila. Who could be capable of such a vile act? The question burned in my mind, demanding an answer.
"Her rejection, dear alpha, stems not from a lack of affection, but from a fear of revealing her scars, both physical and emotional," Willowhart advised gently, her words piercing through the haze of confusion clouding my mind.
I turned to Willowhart, my troubled expression reflecting the weight of Sheila's unspoken pain. "She never told me..." I murmured, my eyes pleading for guidance. "What can I do, Willowhart? How can I reach her?"
With a reassuring touch on my shoulder, Willowhart met my gaze with unwavering resolve. "Give her time, young alpha," she advised, her voice steady and sure. "Let her learn to trust. If your emotions toward her are sincere, patience and empathy shall serve you well. Demonstrate your fearlessness of her scars, revealing the beauty that lies beneath the surface."
A newfound determination surged within me as Willowhart's words resonated in my mind. "Thank you, Willowhart. I won't give up on her," I declared firmly, the resolve evident in my voice and in the determined gleam of my eyes. With her wisdom guiding me, I was determined to show Sheila the depth of my sincerity and the unwavering strength of my affection.
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Several nights passed, each one marked by Sheila's conspicuous absence from her lodge. Though she brought me food and fresh clothes in the mornings, her visits were fleeting, and she always made a hasty retreat before any meaningful conversation could take place.
Sheila's excuses for her prolonged absences seemed flimsy at best. First, she claimed to be helping Willowhart tend to her garden, then she cited the need to gather herbs for cold medicine and assist in their preparation at the community healer hut's storage lodge.
The weight of the growing distance between us pressed heavily upon me, fueling a resolve to confront Sheila. I couldn't continue to let her evade me, not when our relationship hung in the balance. Today, I decided, would be the day I sought her out and had the conversation we so desperately needed.
My quest led me deeper into the heart of the pine woods, where the trees loomed tall and thick, their branches weaving a canopy overhead that filtered the sunlight into a mesmerizing pattern on the forest floor. Despite this natural labyrinth, I caught a whiff of Sheila's unmistakable scent—a blend of ripe grapefruit with hints of soft jasmine. Following the trail of her fragrance, I eventually stumbled upon her standing in a small clearing, her back turned towards me, her silhouette etched against the dappled sunlight.
Approaching her with caution, I was careful not to disrupt the serene stillness that enveloped us. "Sheila," I called out softly, my voice carrying across the tranquil space.
At the sound of my voice, Sheila visibly tensed, though she made no move to turn and face me. Instead, she seemed to retreat further into herself, her posture guarded as if shielding herself from the vulnerability of direct confrontation. "Orion! I-I didn’t expect you to be here!" she exclaimed, her surprise tinged with a hint of unease.
As I stood before Sheila, my mind buzzed with unspoken words, each one vying for expression in the charged silence between us. "Sheila, you've clearly been avoiding me," I finally spoke, my tone firm yet gentle, a reflection of the conflict raging within me. "I want to talk to you. So please, don't run away from me."
With a hesitant resolve, I reached out and gently clasped Sheila's hand, silently urging her to break the barrier of tension that hung between us.
Sheila remained silent, her posture rigid with apprehension.
Undeterred by her silence, I pressed on, my words measured and sincere. "I want you to know that it doesn't matter to me. None of it," I assured her, my voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling within me.
Her uncertainty prompted her to inquire, "What do you mean?"
Carefully, I recounted Willowhart's narrative, sharing the story of Sheila’s discovery in the woods the previous autumn. "Your appearance... It doesn't change how I feel about you," I explained, my voice carrying the weight of conviction. "What matters most to me is who you are, your heart. You've always been nothing but kind to me, Sheila."
Sheila hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching mine for some hint of reassurance. "Then let's put your words to the test," she finally declared, her voice steady despite the underlying uncertainty.
With deliberate movements, she reached up and removed the veil that concealed her face.
My breath caught in my throat as I beheld her true appearance. Sheila's facial scar twisted across her cheek like a dark, jagged river, its presence dominating her features with an undeniable rawness. Beneath it, her skin bore the marks of a tumultuous journey, contorted into ridges and valleys that spoke of pain and resilience.
To me, however, Sheila's scars were not a mark of imperfection but a testament to her strength. They added depth to her beauty, a reminder of the battles she had fought and the courage she had displayed in the face of adversity. In that moment, I saw her scars not as blemishes but as intricate patterns that told a story of survival and determination.
Recognition flickered briefly across my face before being replaced by awe and admiration.
But before I could articulate my thoughts, Sheila seemed to misinterpret my reaction, her disappointment palpable in the heavy sigh that escaped her lips. "I knew you couldn’t stand it," she lamented, her words echoing with a tinge of resignation.
Rushing to clarify, I interjected, "Wait, Sheila. You got it all wrong. Honestly, it's the opposite of what you think. I mean, you're just... stunning," I said sincerely, hoping she'd understand the depth of my genuine admiration.
Sheila turned away, her voice choked with emotion. “No, I shouldn't have shown you anything.”
As she began to walk away, seemingly overwhelmed, I couldn't bear to let her slip away without understanding. I reached out and gently grabbed her hand, halting her departure. "Sheila, I really meant what I said," I assured her softly. "I care about you. How you look doesn’t change that. Please, stay."
But as I reached out to comfort her, Sheila pulled away, tears streaming down her face. "Go away, Orion! Don't ever come to see me again!" she burst out, her voice trembling with emotion.
With that declaration, I dashed off in the direction of the haven, leaving me once again, alone with my thoughts and a heavy heart.
(SHEILA’S POV)With a sudden burst of energy, I swung the door to my humble abode open, the creaking hinges barely audible over the pounding of my heart. With trembling hands, I quickly pulled the door shut behind me, the wood meeting with a soft thud as I slid the locking mechanism into place. The room fell into an eerie silence, the finality of my actions echoing in the stillness around me.As the weight of the world crashed down on my frail shoulders, the dam holding back my tears shattered, unleashing the surge of emotion that was lying dormant from within. I leaned heavily against the door, my body sliding down its surface in tandem with my tears. With each passing moment, the pain that had taken residence in my heart flowed out relentlessly, unstoppable. In that vulnerable moment, I knew I had come undone—Orion had seen my horrendous face.However, just as despair threatened to consume me, my anguish was abruptly interrupted by the sound of Orion's approaching footsteps. Summoni
(SHEILA’S POV)Empathy gripped my resolve to waver as I looked at Orion who stood before me with a mix of emotions showing on his face. His hurt and disbelief were palpable, a stark contrast to the determined resilience I knew him for. However, I couldn't afford to waver despite the weight of his emotions pressing against me. Not now, when the stakes were so high.Orion's clenched fist mirrored the intensity of his emotions. His eyes, though clouded with hurt, glimmered with an unwavering determination that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. This resolve was characteristically Orion—surrender was never an option for him, especially when confronted with a challenge.Orion's touch was gentle as he reached out for my hand, his eyes softening as they met mine. "Sheila, listen," he started, his voice carrying warmth and affection, "I get where you're coming from, and I respect your decision. I'm okay with waiting for you, no matter how long it takes. If you do find your mat
(SHEILA’S POV)I slowly stirred awake, the faint scent of pinewood and herbs lingering in the air greeting my senses before anything else. I noticed that the room was still dimly lit by the early morning light seeping through the window curtains, casting a soft glow that danced across the walls. My eyes soon adjusted to the ceiling, which was in stark contrast to the simplicity of my own hut. The intricate carvings of the moon goddess symbols, mystical runes, and the hanging woven vines and flowers caught my attention. I recalled that I slept in my mentor's private quarters per the elderly lady's request—‘A measure to ensure my awakening safety,’ said Willowhart a few nights prior."Today's finally my birthday," I thought as I stretched my arms upwards. Though my eyes were heavy with sleep, the anticipation of my impending wolf awakening pulsed through my veins, adding a subtle edge to the drowsy haze enveloping my mind.I yawned, slowly pulling myself up, the remnants of sleep still
(SHEILA’S POV)As we worked on repairing the storm-damaged southern part of the haven's outer wall, I was focused on the task at hand, hammering away with Orion and the two Silverthornians by my side. The air was filled with the scent of fresh wood and sweat, but suddenly, amidst it all, another fragrance wafted to me. Lilac and rose, intermingled with the earthy essence that was unmistakably the signature scent of our haven's chief.I paused, lifting my head to locate the source of this unexpected scent. There, before me, stood a woman with flowing chestnut hair that stirred memories of our chief. Her amber eyes held a familiar intensity, and her jawline bore a graceful strength that echoed that of the figure I had been searching for."Orion! I finally found you!" The words rang out, drawing more of my attention as the chestnut-haired woman strode confidently towards Orion.As the daughter of the chief, Nova's presence often drew the attention of the haven's inhabitants, but Orion re
(SHEILA’S POV)I stood next to my herb cabinet, where I had meticulously stored my home-made concoctions. Turning my face towards the window, I observed the darkening sky outside. An audible sigh escaped my lips, signaling to me that the moment I had been anticipating had finally arrived.I reached for the small container of salve I had prepared, tucked away in the cabinet. Upon unscrewing the cap, a potent aroma reminiscent of damp earth filled the air. Carefully, I dipped my fingers into the balm, applying it to the scent glands located on each side of my neck, just below the base of my jawbones, as well as to my wrists. I knew Orion possessed a keener sense of smell than my own, so I took extra care to mask my scent while watching him from a distance, ensuring he wouldn't detect my presence.Fixing my veil and adjusting my cloak, I ensured they would withstand the cool breeze of the night as I stepped out of my hut. The sounds of the forest surrounded me, a familiar comfort. With d
(SHEILA’S POV)"Move, Orion," I demanded calmly, hiding my frustration and desperation behind a mask of composure.Orion stood still in his spot, his tired gaze locked with mine. He seemed adamant about not moving, seeking clarification for my words. "You said about ‘holding me back’, for what exactly?" Orion questioned, his tone tinged with exasperation. "You hold me back for nothing, Sheila."I opened my mouth to answer, but I couldn’t rebut with anything. His words hit me like a blow, and for a moment, I faltered. Did I truly hold him back for nothing? In a millisecond, I could feel Orion’s sincerity, yet the very next millisecond, I pondered about it. There was this nagging feeling that forcefully pulled my attention towards distrust. A reminder of Orion staying out of a sense of obligation, that he felt sorry for my fragile state of mind and was merely trying to appease his guilt, kept popping up.My mind spiraled back to my earlier encounter with Nova. The dimly lit room seemed
(SHIELA’S POV)I ran past the rustling leaves and jagged rocks, my movements almost causing me to stumble, yet I managed to maintain my balance along with the cloth sack in my possession. My eyes remained fixed ahead, searching for a hiding spot within the woods, convinced that nobody was close behind. Spotting a large fallen tree, I quickly veered off my path, finding it spacious enough to conceal both my body and my bag, granting me a much-needed moment of respite from my frantic sprinting.Just when I prepared to finally catch my breath and rest, a haunting howl shattered the silence around me. Its resonance, both powerful and desperate, carried an air of majesty that commanded attention without demanding obedience. Before I could fully process the sound, a sudden loud thud followed by the rustling of leaves nearby startled me.I closed my own mouth to stifle any screams. My heart raced as I crouched low behind the fallen tree. I clutched the strap of the cloth sack tightly against
(SHEILA’S POV)My heart pounded in my chest as I gazed at the fang-shaped sapphire pendant resting in my palm, a token of Orion’s sincerity. My thumb traced the smoothness of the sapphire stone, feeling the weight of its value pressing against my doubts and insecurities. ‘How could he possibly think I deserve something like this?’ I wondered silently.Yet, despite the sweetness of his gesture, I couldn't shake the feeling of unworthiness within me. I knew I wasn't beautiful like the other girls, and surely someone like Orion, with his commanding presence and determined personality, deserved better.Tremors coursed through my body as I struggled to discern Orion's honest reaction to my appearance. Peering through my veil, I watched as his gaze met mine, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before settling into an unreadable expression. The silence stretched between us, thick with uncertainty, amplifying my emotional turmoil."Can you really stay with me, Orion?" I questioned, my