RILEYTears begins to form in my eyes from the pain I feel.It is like a thousand termites have invaded my hair and are digging into my scalp.I hesitate and his grip gets tighter. At that moment, a sad whine leaves my mouth as I feel large chunks of hair being uprooted right from its root.“I said, kneel.” His voice comes out, hasher than earlier. Now, a low groan follows it.Slowly, without even realizing it, my knees begin to fold as the get closer to the ground.Slowly.Slowly.Then my knees hit the ground.Could be the tears blurring my vision, or the pain affecting my senses, but as I look up at Jude from down here, I see nothing but pure satisfaction on his face. As he has that smile line at the right side of his mouth stretched, and an odd glint in his eyes.Reading faces and expressions to ascertain how people feel is something that I started for survival, but later on, it just became something I am could at. I can realize how person feels just by noticing the faintest line o
RILEYDull rays from the sun greet my lids, but I refuse to open them.I refuse to wake up.From the faint chirping of birds and the cool breeze, I figure it is morning. But I am still in Jude’s arms, so I will not wake up. Until now, I have not realized how I crave to be held. And Jude’s large build complimenting my small frame gives all this the protective feature.Oh how I love to be held by him.Stefani would go scarlet if she hears about this. That girl is a romantist, if there is a word like that, and lives for all thing romantic.Jude steers, pulling me closer. I smile and go deeper into hi….“Who?” His husky morning voice enquires.And I go still.Getting no reply, Jude immediately withdraws his hands from around me, sits up and yanks the covers away from us both. I turn to him in shock. Then watch as his hard and alert eyes immediately go soft.“Oh. It’s you.” Realization us evident in his voice.“Hi.” I say shyly, remembering last night.“That was you last night?”The pride
RILEYSeveral pairs of eyes stay fixated on me. All holding different mood and questions as I step into the space and take that exact position where I stood to exchange vows with Jude.Exchange?Was that an exchange?Well, lets just call it an exchange.Roughly thirty women stand with frowns on their faces, barely hiding their shock on my arrival.“Hi everyone.” I say with my brightest smile, which I punctuate with a small, very unconscious wave.Uh oh.For a second, I forgot that I wasn’t introducing myself to a group of little pups, or to my age group.These are women.The lines on their faces speak of experiences, decades of existence. Their glares go straight to my brain and register that ‘hi’ is not a greeting for this breed.Hi?Riley this was not the plan.I recharge my confidence and decide to try again. There is no harm in that right?My shoulders go straighter, my head, I put higher, I tighten my chin, wiping all traces of smiles off my face. And hope I don’t look stupid.“I
RILEYTonight, I look tough without, but within, I flinch at the unrecognizable sound of my own voice.I hear a gasp from the crowd.Okay, the plan is respect, not fear. I remind myself.“Distractions throw me off. It’s something I avoid. I hope you understand and try not to interrupt me again.” My voice is softer this time.“I understand.” Jill replies with her eyes on the ground.“Good.” One conquered.I look towards her pair, Margaret, to read her reaction. But she immediately avoids my eyes.Definitely conquered.Oh the joy I feel.“The apology wouldn’t involve you all, it will be myself and few of you, maybe two or three. This number of people walking into your house would raise an alarm, even before their intentions of coming is made known.”No more objections. No more interruptions. “After this is achieved, we move to the next plan; making a Delivery committee for the pack.”I hear light murmurs as they turn to one another whispering their opinions, but they make sure I hear
RILEYWHAT?I go stiff, saying absolutely nothing, but I’m sure my wide open eyes and wide open mouth relays my shock.Jude obviously notices, as the frown clears from his face.“Okay, that came out wrong.” He lets out an exasperated sigh. “A luna should be able ti stand and face whqtever comes her way. Bloody or not. I too wouldn’t join a group which the initiator refuses to join. I would not advice anyone to do so too.”Okay. I see a lot of sense in what he is saying. Of course, he is the Alpha, so he should be sensible. But…Blood.“Th..The thing is, I…I feel sick at the sight of blood. It’s something I haven’t had any reason to overcome.” I try to sound persuasive. “Well, now you are Luna. You now have a million reasons to overcome it. It’s a thing of the mind.Wait. Do you feel sick at the sight of your own blood?” One of his brows go up, in question.Okay. I did not expect this.“No.”He spreads out his palm. “See? It’s a thing of the mind.”“It...It’s not the same.”“Now it so
RILEY I don’t regret this.I don’t regret this.I don’t regret this.I don’t regret this.I don’t regret this.This chant plays non stop in my head as I run out for the fourth time since we got here, to vomit, probably, the last batch of the little food I forced down my throat this morning.I get to the open field in front of the house, race to the root of the tree where the previous contents from my mouth had been disposed.I open my mouth, willing my gag reflex to draw out the vomit. But nothing but a loud belch comes out.I guess my stomach is now emoty after vomiting for three times.Not tgat I had eaten much earlier in the day. The thoughts of the pain that I would see on the delivering woman’s face, all those blood and the bloodied pup, has had my stomach tightened since last night.But when Jude summons me from thr kitchen, which I have returned to and now settled into as my own space, to come have breakfast with him at the dinning, all thoughts of not eating keft my mind. It
RILEYI did it.After I had coming back from vomiting nothing for the last time, I did the unthinkable.The midwife had finished cleaning up the pup, and had its still form edged on her left arm as she used other hand to wipe out dried blood from the bed. The mother of the pup was nowhere in sight so I guess the other women had taken her to go clean up.On sighting me, the midwife’s expression lights up with what I later realized is the weirdest ideas.She took the little distance separating us, walked towards me and…Handed the pupOverToMe.I had hesitated. But I did it.I took that little male creature into my shaky arms and held him close to my chest.Those tiny hands, the calming scent, those brown eyes.I loved the feeling.Now I am heading towards the living hall to go tell my husband about. I can’t wait to relay to him how my day one of overcoming my fears went. I’ll definitely skip the details of my vomiting spree.Ill focus on the good. How ecstatic I felt while holding th
RYANMurdering a wolf has never crossed my mind until these past months.I can’t just help but wonder if he will struggle against my grip. Will he shift to fight me back? Will his pathetic pack wipe over the loss of their pathetic Alpha?I see red as I grind my chin. My thoughts are filled with all things bloody, things that align with his murder.I had been doing what I do best.Just watching.Till I saw that lone tear run down her face. Her pretty pretty face.Then I pledge to myself. It is more of an oath that I plan to keep.Even if I bleed.He will pay.RILEYMaybe, I had hurt my head at childbirth, or my doctrines have been built by the weirdest occurrences, but all along in events in my life, I have realized that the way most reacted to things was far from mine.One certain day, during my early years of serving Stefani’s parents, an accident that ended up making me sleep in the chicken cage for two nights took place.I was new to the activity of raising chickens, so I knew almo
RYANI have this pack to lead, but I also have a strong feeling something is not right.With Her.“That is a complete lie my King, nothing of such happened. He has just been so envious of me since the day we were born. Maybe even before. No wonder he decided to come to the world bearing my face.” The lanky one of the two argues, repeatedly pointing at the young man he is now facing.“Envious of you? Bearing your face? We are twins, mister. Identical twins. So go blame the Moon Goddess for making it that way, not me. You can keep on saying nonsense with your mouth, but what I will not tolerate is you going into my bedroom, when am not there, to go lay down with my mate, posing as me. That, I won’t take.” The one with the short hair shoots back.I think they both have a thing for pointing.Family problems.I detest it.Makes me feel like I am pock nosing.As it should be settled indoors.“I thought we can share that, seeing that we have shared everything all our lives.”“Share? That? Sh
RILEY“The Beta…”This startles me and I almost drop the book in my hands.I had been so engrossed in looking at that sentence in the book, I did not recognize the presence of a second party.My face is definitely red from where my thoughts had been a second ago, but I still take my attention to the intruder.Theresa.With the way she stands, saying nothing, while just assessing me, I guess my surprise surprises her too.Good.What does she want?I recover. Then turn back with a lot of poise and elegantly drop the book back into the box, where the others are.“I was engrossed in the gift my husband sent me for Winter Night. Oh, that man.” I say with an exaggerated chuckle.Why am I always like this with Theresa?Ever since I discovered that Jude must have been having something to do with her, I have been trying my best to prove that she might be the mistress or whatever, but I am the wife.I am Luna.I always feel a good kind of pride whenever her eyes, filled with envy, go to my pend
"I did not do anything to them.” I explain.I see them turn to look at the children with warm and attentive eyes.I don’t know what this looked like, but with the nonstop wailing of these pups, it doesn’t look like we have been friends all day and they had been triggered by a story.Jill moves closer, squats in front of Paul and softly grabs his little face. As if recognizing her as his once closed eyes come open, his cry subsides to become low sniffles.Wait.That is her kid? No wonder.“My darling why are you crying? What did she do to you?” the voice she uses in asking that, sounds nothing like Jill’s. It is soft and patient.I will myself to not get pissed that it is my word against a pup’s. I mean, it would be weird getting bullied by a kid, right?“Ma…Ma Luna says Bella’s mommy is late. Do you know what it means to be late, mommy?” his rudeness has disappeared, and now he clings to his mother’s hand like the kid he is.Jill takes a moment to throw a scary glance my way.I did no
RILEY“Don’t go there, Paul.” I stretch out to grab him.This, I have repeated for a hundred times now.How do those tiny creatures that only know how to cry and cling to their Ma, how do they get so stubborn and grow a will?“No. I want to go home.” He struggles to wiggle out of my grip.“We are almost done. Trust me, you will like the end part.” I coax.My calm words and soothing voice does nothing as he sits on the bare ground, exhausted from his struggle, and begins to cry. Heavy sobs with no sound.Pups and their drama.It has been a year.A whole year since Jude left and hasn’t returned.It has been difficult getting used to his absence and finding activities to keep me busy, with the aim of tiring myself out, so I’ll be so tired when I go to bed. Too tired to have those silly dreams of mine.It worked.I stopped dreaming about fighting strange creatures. And alongside this, I have a beautiful blooming garden at the backyard of the Base, I am almost a professional in the art of
RILEY Theresa did the bed wrong.So I ended up doing it myself.As I I did the beds, for the first time in a long time, I felt like myself, as I folded my hair in a messy bun at the top of my head, folded the arms of my brown ‘home’ dress, got on my knees and got to work, tilling the ground with a tiny shovel and my hands.With constant visit to the delivery house and my afternoons I spent practicing with Gerald, it had taken me two weeks to till, water, and manure that hard ground, to make it prepared for whatever I put into it.Two weeks seems like a long time, but there is something about doing what you love. There is an unseen kind of pleasure you derive from it. For me, coming back to this space, by evening every day, feels like being given a gold bottle of grape juice after spending a long day in a desert.That calming effect.The chirping of birds and cold air remind me of how early it is as I bend to dodge the branch of a tree that stands like fingers, blocking my path.My p
RILEYIt has been two months, three weeks since Jude left.It has been two months, one week since I figured that Jude had been cheating on me.Well, I don’t know if I am to regard that as cheating as there is no explicit feelings or even intimate physical touch between us. Well, apart from…that. That intercourse that leaves me hurting in all places.Is it supposed to hurt?After ruminating over it for about a week, it began to feel like he was cheating on her.With me.I felt bad.I still feel bad.But, with the way Beta Stephen said it like a fact that everybody knows, I didn’t let him see how his words affected me. I couldn’t let him see the slight way in which my hands shook from the shock, the way the pulse line in my neck throbbed faster, as I tried to digest the content of what he had being saying.It had taken me a lot of will power to ignore the burn in my eyes and walk out of that room quietly. My head was hurting, my eyes and throat were burning and all I wanted to do was g
RILEY Nothing, apart from that one night I had come to ask about Jude, has ever brought me to this side of the Base. And even now, as I walk towards Beta Stephen's room, like a sheep to the kill, my focus is too occupied to be bothered about my surrounding.Why am I asked to come to his room?Is this proper?Room. Isn't that supposed to be like something sacred and intimate?Questions. Questions.None answered, but I have this nagging feeling that I will not like the outcome of this. The feeling comes like bitter taste in my throat.I had told no one of the previous words Beta Stephen had spoken to me, as there is obviously no one to tell, and I had also tried hard not to think about it. He had spoken in ambiguous words, so what if I was reading the wrong meaning?And why would someone list over me?Me?Like have you seen me?Okay, I have gotten compliments- from Pa, Casey's ma and Stefani- that I am on the pretty side, but with this pile of long black hair, that sometimes feel impo
wake up with a start.There is sweat running down my back and I can as well feel goosebumps rising on my legs. I feel weak and it takes me a moment to realize where I am.The kitchen, of course.A ragged sigh leave my chest as I fold back into my resting place.I had vomited a lot today. There had been two very pregnant womene up for delivery and they had fallen into labour almost simultaneously. Being that the midwife could only focus her acre and attention on one, we had to split into group. Cleaning the woman’s sweat was my own duty, as they were fully aware of what a disaster it would be if I was involved with the bloody part of the business.Seeing the woman’s face had given me a whirlwind of emotions, as whike I try to be stong and focus on inanimate objects in the room, the woman wouldn’t just stop wailing.Moved by the ferocity of her screams, I had once barked at the midwife, which I was oaired with, to hasten up. My shout had made the room go sklent. Even the women kept qui
RILEY I have never been materialistic, or moved by materials, as I don’t remember owning or receiving gifts from anyone. I can also vividly remember that it was in a bid to get me a gift that my Pa ended up the way he ended up. So this overwhelming joy I feel as the pendant hang around my neck, is totally foreign to me. There is a permanent smile plastered on my face as I continuously look down to check if it’s real and not just a play out of my imagination. Beta Stephen is saying something to the crowd, I know. What he is saying, I don’t know. Is this how everybody feels on Winter nights? No wonder the happiness written all over their faces, both Young and old, as they try tone it down and concentrate on listening to Beta Stephen. I don’t blame them. I am not listening too. After getting the information from Gerald that this beautiful thing hanging around my neck is my Winter gift from Jude, my husband, I had grabbed the box, and read a deeper meaning of love and consideratio