RILEYI feel good.So good I could break into a happy dance.Don’t be too surprised that I can dance. Pa had held my hands multiple times and broken into a drunken dance on several occasions.He had been good at it so his quick and steady moves hid slurry ones of my two left legs.Well, I can’t brag that I’m good at dancing, but I sure can move.It’s a bright morning and the pleasant memory of my Pa plastered in my mind, already reveals the promises of a good day.Last night’s fight seemed like a dream. It had happened so fast and I had been so bold, I could hardly recognize myself.After giving the wolf its souvenir- a tiny nip on the ear that might seem like a small cut on it in its wolf form but might be a large wound on its ear when it finally shifts back to its human form- I stalked off feeling pleasant within myself.My wolf must left that injury on her to both warn her and to give me the opportunity to find whoever it is before the wolf’s quick healing sets in.I had felt like
RILEYThe pain in my back has worsened.We are all gathered in the Base space; men, women, elderly and young. All that are of the shifting age. That is, above eighteen.There is a heightened tension in the air as we all look up at the sky, waiting for the rising moon.This day reminds me of the first day I shifted. I had been in Stefani’s parents’ house and didn’t know what to do.There had been a similar burning pain at my back, but I had thought it was cramps from my oncoming monthly flow.Stefani and her parent had gone to the Base space, like every other normal person did, but I was left behind with a few more work to do.I am older than Stefani with a few months, so when she got her wolf before me, I felt that maybe I wont have one. Maybe I wasn’t for my kind. Maybe the Moon Goddess didn’t see me fit or strong enough to have a wolf. All these and many more ran through my head.It had been difficult to swallow down any iota of envy I had when Stefani wouldn’t just stop rambling a
RYANThere are so many ways to kill.This, I have realized from reading books and experience itself.From my findings, there is the easy way of poisoning ones food, injecting said poison straight into the heart or even pushing the person down a cliff.Then the hard ways involve strangling, drowning, burning, amputation of the body bit by bit.As my mind go the latter, I feel a slight low burn at me back and sides, so I roll over in the mattress to get comfortable. My body had not been cut off, but by back and the sides of my ribs tell a different story.Well, all these are ways to kill a man, but the easiest, fastest and deadliest way to kill our kid is to take his mate away.Drag her by the hand through the mud and let her bleed. Then you have successfully murdered two people, as he would never recover from that loss.I clear my throat and try to rid y head of such thought.On this cool night, the last pleasant thing I want to be thinking of, is death and dying.But my inability to s
RILEYI have been all I can to not grow some kind of hatred towards this girl.Claire.But I feel that her presence here will not yield anything positive. It will either annoy the pups, or annoy me.The latter is more likely.“Why is no one saying anything? What is going on here? And why the noise?” her both hand move to cup both sides of her waist.Milly and Paul’s hands shoot up.I smile at that gesture. If only they are old enough to realize that this is no question, but a confrontation.“Put your hands down, pups. She’s not referring to you.” I smile at them, trying to tone down the confusion on their faces.“Yes of course, you know I’m talking to you. You are the only sane person here…well, sane is not the right word. What is the right word?” she asks no one in particular.I can obviously see the wheels turning in her head. No insult intended, but in smartness, she is definitely not the brightest. She sometimes stutter, not because it comes up in her speech like mine, but because
RILEY“Claire is my mate.”Because of the length of our lifespan as wolves, it is very rear to hear the news of death. One only died, probably because of a natural disaster, like flood, sand falling into the gold mine, or a serious sickness. Age was never the cause of death.And I have never heard of a person that died of hearing a sad news.I might just be the first.Because as those set of words leave Jude’s mouth, it takes away my breath and my thought. Completely.I can’t breathe.I can’t think.I can’t feel.I go numb.I sense this is my body’s new way of absorbing shock. Because if I have time to process Jude’s words, I might just slump from disappointment and heartbreak.That she is his mate? What does that even mean? What on earth does that even mean?I was chosen by the Moon Goddess to be Jude’s Mate. His Luna. His wife. Yes, initially, when I stepped to open spaces that had a lot of people in it, that is before I came to the Base, I had seen mates, everywhere, I when I did
RILEYIhad thought my arm would fall off from how hot I felt about Jude’s grip on my wrist.But now, as he pulls me out of the rrom hurriedly, his grip gets tighter and I know there would be bruises there by morning. He’s hurting me. But I don’t think he is aware off it, so I just let it happen. “why are you holding her like that?”I have no time to look towards Claire as she voices out her dislike, because I am still being pulled out of the room. This, seems more to me like an escape.From what exactly are we escapinmg from?I believe that the proper thing to do here, if he wants to speak to me in private, is to ask Claire to excuse us. Ther is no point in leaving your space for a stranger.Pain courses all over my left foot as it comes into harsh contact with the door frame. “ouch.” I say unconscious at the impact of the pain.Jude comes to an instant halt at that spot. Then he turns.Joy begins to bloom in my chest like corn popping in a heated pot, that I have finally gotten g
RILEY“Okay.” I say in a very quiet voice. Almost inaudible despite the storm raging in my heart.“Good. And please, hasten up. Wouldn’t want to keep the alpha waiting.” She give me a very large smile then turns, and walks out with her head so high it almost touches the sky.I smell something fishy. I smell something so fishy it makes my stomach grumble at the thought of it.Don’t overthink this riley. It’s just a friend give another friend a massage. Just like giving your pal an intimate fist bump. It’s far from a big deal.Okay, that one simple way to put this situation.But, I am Luna…right?I shake my head hard, shaking out that uncertainty. Where had that come from? I might be passing through difficult times in my marriage, but there is no compromise of what I am.I am Luna.This reassuring thought makes me calm, as I set to work.It is hours after dinner time, so the cooking fireplace has gotten cold and filled just white and black ashes. It had been difficult for Theresa to ign
RYANI was told to wait.Nobody tells me to wait. But she told me to wait. For her.For my girl.I have been waiting.For so long.But with this scene unfolding right before my eyes, I guess my wait will soon be over.Very soon.RILEYSomeone remind me to stop staring.Riley, don’t stare.Don’t stare, Riley.I have realized that there is no one to tell me to breathe, so I tell myself. Steadily. Regularly.It has been two days since my husband’s return and things have been going haywire. Well not in reality, but up here in my head.I had hoped, dreamt that Jude’s return would be something that would bring peace to my raging heart, to this troubled heart of mine.Who knew that it would bring a more violent storm.A tsunami.I haven’t slept a wink since his arrival. Not because I’ve not been feeling sleepy. I had been dozing off on my feet earlier today at the Midwife tutorial; or that I have not had a safe spot to rest my head.No.It is because, this very diligent and very overthink
RILEY It all happens in slow motion. But I feel my breath resume its duty of coming in and out when my hands finally find it way home, wrapping around his neck and pulling him close. Into my arms. I bury my face in the crook of his neck and breathe him in. I almost forgot this smell. Jude is tall, and I am not, so I had to stand on tiptoes to acquire this mission. My toes are sticking out of my sandals and kissing the ground. That should hurt, but standing on tiptoes have never been more comfortable. There is no background noise and even if there is, my hands and mind are quite occupied, too occupied to pay any attention to it. Do you know how long I have waited for this? To be taken into his arms, his embrace. I ignore how stiff Jude has become, and stay there, clinging to him like a leech. An exaggerated clearing of throat, pierces through my bubble. From the position the sound came from, I know and I’m sure it had come from Beta Stephen. What? He had tried to fool me t