Prologue

                                   Prologue

Knock!

Knock!

Knock!

Someone knocks at the dressing room’s door.

“Hey, B, you’re on in 15!” I hear a male’s voice call out from the other side.

“Oh… Thank You…. I’ll be ready!” I shout back.

Tonight, I’m at the Blue Moon Pub. It is a rather popular little place in this town. I’m only passing by and will be here for two more days before I move on to the next town.

I have been here a few times before. It usually holds a good crowd.

I stare at myself in the mirror.

Looking at my refection, I’m filled with conflicting emotions. Staring straight into the same crystal green eyes of the one person I wish could hug me right now. The one person I wish I could talk to right now. Share my every high and low of every day with. But, I will never have that again.

I close my eyes, heaving a deep sigh.

Just then, a different memory hits me. Another one I wish I could ignore…

“Let’s get out of here” ….

I hear the words being whispered, in my mind.

The words I’ve heard countless nights in my dreams.

All I ever see are the most intoxicating pair of golden eyes, staring down at me.

I have become familiar with this voice.  It’s low, deep, and husky. I feel like I should trust it. I know who he is. He is my forever, my other half, my love… my ‘MATE’. 

I’ve had dreams about him for almost three years now, since I turned 18, the age that werewolves can find their mates. I know these dreams are my only way to find him.

I am in two minds about it, most of the time. There are days that I don’t want to think about those golden orbs. 

For most of my teenage years I have never wanted a mate. Most of the time, I still don’t!

I am happy just being me! I get irritated by most males and their egotistical ways. I have no interest in having a relationship, or dating! I also have my personal reasons for not trusting men.  I have myself, a few close friends, and I’m all good with that!

But then, every now and again when it gets close to full moon, I have these dreams.

I wake up conflicted and all worked up. My heart is racing, my hormones are doing funny things to my body, that I don’t want to feel! 

It’s him! 

My dreams about my mystery mate are not exact repeats. But two things always remain the same. 

Those golden orbs, burning into my soul! 

They radiate power and dominance, yet also tenderness and love.

I never see his face though, only those eyes! Sometimes I get a very faint scent, but not strong enough to pin-point it.

And then, there are his words that he says in a low, husky and seductive tone… 

“Let’s get out of here.”

I have no interest in finding “Mr. Mystery Man” any time soon. I am nearly 21years old; I love my life of just blending in, just doing the things that makes me happy.

But I know at some point our paths will cross. That’s the way fate works! 

That is why I keep having these dreams about him. It’s a constant reminder that my future is inevitable. I can run all I want. But my destiny, and whatever his part will play in it all, will happen the way the Moon Goddess fated it to be.

But right now, I am not ready to face it yet.

I know that once I find him, the spell that has been cast over me will be broken.  That all I have been covering up for years will come to light.  My life as I have known it for the past 10years will come to an end, and I will be sucked back into the darkness that ruined me!

So, no! I am not ready for that to happen!

But, at times, I consider what that would be like? What will he be like? 

Will I be able to turn down the pull of the mate bond? Will he be egotistical and self-absorbed, viewing me as a little prize, making me bend to his will and dominating me like most of our kind’s males like to do? Making them feel powerful!  I roll my eyes to the thought of that.

“No! He will be perfect! Our safe harbour and more then we could ever hope for!” my wolf, Morganite, wines in my mind.

I love my wolf! She is feisty and dominant; she is my inner voice that keeps me strong. She is also funny.  Most of the time she is my complete opposite. But she is always gentle and nurturing when I need it.

Her name ‘Morganite’ originates from a pink gemstone. I love it! The colours pink and rose-gold have always been the colours I feel my soul has a connection to. When I got my wolf when I turned sixteen, I knew why. Morganite is a stunning wolf. She is a pink champagne colour. Just another way to believe that the Moon Goddess has everything planned.

“Yes, so you keep saying.” I sigh softly.

“I’m just not ready for it all Morgz, and I don’t trust the opposite sex! He will need to be some special kind of male for me to trust him! And how will I be able to make a rational decision with the mate bond playing with every fibre of my mind and body, to give into him?”

“You are overthinking it! Moon Goddess made him for us, he will be perfect!” she argues with me.

I ignore her and push her to the back of my mind.

I don’t have time for this argument about ‘Mr. Perfect’ with her, right now.  

She is very much on team ‘Let’s find Mate’, and I don’t blame her, she wants her mate. But I’m not as convinced as her, yet.

I will be on stage in 5minitues time. I need to stop thinking about all of this! 

Besides, I will be 21years old in a few weeks’ time. Giving me two years. If by some miracle I do find him, and we recognise the bond, the spell will be broken.

But, if I haven’t found my mate before my 23rd birthday, the spell will start to crack, and destiny will force the process. 

The latter being the most plausible outcome. 

I doubt I will find him, as we will not be able to recognise the bond, even if he stood right in front of me, this very second. 

Somehow, that image saddens me…

‘Get it together Kenz!’ I scold myself for even letting my mind drift in that direction, for even a second!

Okay, fine I’ll be honest. I have wondered for a second, what he will look like? Will he have blond, brown, red, or dark hair? I have never been interested in men, so I don’t even know what my type would be. But like I said, I only pondered on this for a second.

I am very comfortable knowing I still have time on my side before destiny crosses our paths.

Till then, I’m just going to live with my little secret life in happiness.

I will relish in the sensations I get from my dreams of Mr. Perfect. They are safe this way. They can’t hurt me… and besides, nothing good really lasts forever. Right?

“Hey! Flower girl…You ready?  You’re up!” Josh the stage assistant calls to me.

I give him a thumbs-up, and take a deep breath…

‘Here we go’.

I walk on stage, take a seat on the barstool, and position my guitar. 

I wave my caramel blonde hair out of my face.

I have a light pink ombre for tonight, it will wash out!  I always add some colour to my hair when I sing. It adds to my secret identity, along with my stage name ‘Blossom’.

I got a bit carried away with the hair glitter.

‘Well, it’s time to shine, babe. The extra glitter gives exactly that!’ Morganite encourages me.

Got to love her!

‘Thanks, Morgz’.

I am wearing high waist, light blue ripped jeans with a white and pink floral crop top. Some white sneakers, and my most precious necklace, along with my favourite big, rose-gold hoop earrings. My hair is long and wavy and falls perfectly open, reaching my lower back.

Tonight’s songs I’ll be singing are light and sweet, so my look fits the scene. 

My make-up is light and natural. Only light contouring, some blush, and a glittery bronzer on my cheekbones. Light pink pearlescent eyeshadow and 2 layers of mascara. Lastly, I added some light pink, nude lip-gloss finishing off my look.

I stare at the lights in front of me, and peek at the crowd, ‘Good, full house’, I think to myself.

I always feel that my music has a purpose. I don’t want to be famous or anything. I just have a feeling that it might mean something to someone, the way music has meant so much to me.

I stare down at the engraved visuals on my guitar, and I smile softly.

I close my eyes and take in a deep breath, letting it go with calmness.

With my eyes still closed, I zone out of my surroundings. 

A soft breeze blows past me, cooling me.

Just then I catch a very faint scent. Goddess what is that? Sandalwood, leather, and something else. But just as quickly as it came, it is completely lost again. 

I open my eyes and do a quick scan over the crowd. Nope nothing unusual. Hmmm, strange…

I refocus my attention. My fingers stroke the strings on my guitar. I focus on my emotions, what the sounds I’m creating make me feel.  I feel warmth spread through me and I know that doing this means so much more to me than anyone will ever know. 

It’s in this moment, just before I open my mouth to start my first line…emotion floods me.  

I remember them, and how my music still connects me to them.

I open my eyes slowly, singing my song.

The lights shine down on me. It reminds me of the sunlight peeking through the large oak tree… it reminds me of that day. 

The day I got my guitar, forever in my memory…