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LINA POV: HER MATE SCENT
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2025-07-13 05:07:24The forest was alive with scent.
Dew on moss. Damp bark. Animal trails, sharp with musk and fear. But none of it mattered. Because underneath it all was her. Selene. Luna prowled silently, every movement deliberate, every breath measured. Her black fur blended with the shadows beneath ancient oaks. Clawed paws pressed noiselessly into the damp soil. She paused, nose twitching. There, that scent. Sweet, but earthy. Like herbs crushed underfoot. Human sweat and soft skin. A flutter of fear. It pulsed in the air like a beacon. She inhaled deeply. The bond sang in her blood. MATE. A low rumble vibrated in her chest, halfway between a purr and a growl. She closed her eyes. It had been so long since she’d been able to feel anything but rage. Centuries in chains. Darkness. Silence. Until Selene’s voice. Until her touch. Breaking the final wards. Her mate had freed her. Not out of love. Out of curiosity. But it was enough. It was everything. --- Luna moved through the trees, tracking that scent like it was life itself. She paused at the old path where the ruin lay. The seal was shattered. She pressed her snout to the mossy stone, the broken chains glinting dully. Selene’s scent was all over it. She’d stood here. Kneeling. Crying. Luna’s claws flexed into the dirt. Afraid of me. Her ears flattened. She hated that thought. It felt like bile in her mouth. She didn’t want Selene afraid. She wanted her close. She turned away from the ruin and loped quietly through the undergrowth. As dawn broke pale and cautious, she reached a ridge that overlooked Crescent Vale. She crouched low, watching. The village was waking up. Smoke drifted lazily from chimneys. Wolves in human form moved about, gathering water, tending fires. But Luna’s eyes went to the healer’s cottage immediately. She could feel Selene there. The bond pulled at her ribs, a sharp hook. She could see her in her mind—tired, haunted eyes. Pale skin. Hair tangled from restless sleep. Selene would be clutching that mug of bitter tea Mira made her drink. Trying to pretend she was calm. Luna’s tail flicked behind her slowly. She wanted to be there. To watch her. Protect her. Claim her. --- She dropped her head onto her paws with a frustrated huff. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. In the old days, the bond was sacred. A joining of souls. She’d been meant for one person. And now, after centuries in darkness, she’d found her. But Selene was human. Young. Frightened. Not ready, Not yet. --- Luna closed her eyes. She let the scents wash over her. She pushed aside the harshness of the village—the iron tools, the old blood, the smoke. She focused only on Selene. Her warmth. Her softness. Her fear. Luna’s heart twisted. She wanted to erase that fear. But she didn’t know how anymore. --- She remembered the last time they’d met in the dream. Selene on her knees, sobbing. “Why me?” Luna had no answer. Only Mate. The bond didn’t ask permission. It just was. --- She rose to her feet again, shaking out her fur. She paced the ridge. She needed to see her. Just one glimpse. She slunk lower through the grass until she had a clear view of the healer’s porch. The door opened. And there she was. Selene. Wrapped in that old gray cloak. Hair mussed. Eyes red from crying. Beautiful. Luna’s chest ached. She pressed her belly flatter to the ground. She didn’t dare move. Selene stared out at the trees with that wary, hunted look. As if she felt Luna watching. --- Their eyes didn’t meet. But Luna imagined it. Look at me. She felt the words like a silent plea. But Selene turned away and went back inside. --- Luna let out a long, slow breath. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding it. She lowered her head again, ears drooping. She could storm the village. Rip apart anyone who tried to stop her. Drag Selene into the forest. Make her understand. But the thought tasted bitter. She didn’t want a caged mate. She didn’t want to be the monster they’d made her. She stood and turned back toward the deep forest. She would wait. Watch. Be patient. --- As she walked, she let herself imagine it. Selene’s hands in her fur. Selene’s voice, gentle and unafraid. Their bond complete. Whole. Sacred again. It would happen. It had to. Because the bond didn’t lie. Selene was hers. She was Selene’s. --- She stopped at a stream to drink. Cold water dripped from her whiskers. She lifted her head, ears flicking, listening for patrols. Nothing close. Good. She hated the thought of fighting them right now. Too messy. Too loud. She wanted silence. So she could feel Selene without distraction. As the morning sun climbed higher, Luna found a quiet hollow in the roots of an ancient tree. She curled into it, tail over nose, but she didn’t sleep. Instead, she lay there listening to the forest breathe. Feeling Selene’s presence at the edge of her thoughts. She let herself relax, if only a little. And she let a single promise bloom in her mind: "I will have you, but I will not hurt you". "Not if I can help it".
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