Rushing through the forest of the Frost Moon lands, I sniff the air every so often to find a trace of Isabella’s scent of moon flowers. She has been missing for two days now since the day the storm started, and I can only speculate that this is the result of her being in pain. That bastard Damon Frost must have rejected her like she predicted he would.
[Bells.] I call out through our mind link, hoping Isabella will hear me and call back. Unfortunately, the link is blocked, and I am left feeling even more frustrated than ever. I should have listened to her when she said she felt like Damon Frost would reject her. Should have taken her more seriously, but I had hoped he wouldn’t hurt her the way my ex hurt me. That Isabella, my Bells, wouldn’t have to go through the pain of rejection like I did.
[Liam, any word yet?] King Jonathan’s voice enters our link. My shoulders slump, the cold rain soaking my body to the bone.
[No, Your Majesty. This
“Bells, we are here.” Liam’s voice wakes me from my sleep as the feeling of a warm embrace helps to remove the stone-cold loneliness caused by the rejection. Rubbing my eyes, I look around and realize that I am still in Liam’s lap, but instead of the interior of the Hummer, I am met with the interior of the plane.“Where are we?” I ask, my voice still groggy from sleep.“At your uncle’s pack.” Liam answers with a chuckle, pulling the hood off my head. Relieved that I am no longer in Frost Moon, I slowly stand with the help of Liam and move towards the exit. The vast forest is the first thing to catch my attention, with the multitude of pine, maple, and birch filling the air.“There is my little Bella!” Someone calls out, bringing a grin to my face, even if the morning air is filled with grey clouds and a light drizzle of freezing cold rain. The Alaskan air is as fresh as ever, reinvigorating
“Bells.” A soft voice calls out to me as a hand gently strokes my fur. Opening my heavy eyes, I shift to see Liam kneeling before me, his blonde hair dripping wet. The pattering of rain and the blaring of thunder sounds in the background, and I sigh. My powers have gone out of control, but the pain of the rejection stabs into me like a sharp, jagged knife, making me unable to calm my emotions.“Bells, talk to me.” Liam pleads, his fingers gently running through my fur and calming me slightly. I whimper, nuzzling his hand as I shuffle my body closer to my friend. He smiles gently at me, his arms wrapping around my neck as his calming scent rushes over me.[He rejected me.] My voice is quiet, but by the way Liam stiffens, I know he has heard me through our link.“Do you want to leave?” He asks, his hands gently cupping my face. I nod, too emotionally exhausted to continue talking. I watch his eyes glaze over and wait.[Is
Rushing through the forest of the Frost Moon lands, I sniff the air every so often to find a trace of Isabella’s scent of moon flowers. She has been missing for two days now since the day the storm started, and I can only speculate that this is the result of her being in pain. That bastard Damon Frost must have rejected her like she predicted he would.[Bells.] I call out through our mind link, hoping Isabella will hear me and call back. Unfortunately, the link is blocked, and I am left feeling even more frustrated than ever. I should have listened to her when she said she felt like Damon Frost would reject her. Should have taken her more seriously, but I had hoped he wouldn’t hurt her the way my ex hurt me. That Isabella, my Bells, wouldn’t have to go through the pain of rejection like I did.[Liam, any word yet?] King Jonathan’s voice enters our link. My shoulders slump, the cold rain soaking my body to the bone.[No, Your Majesty. This
Leaning my head back against the elevator doors, I close my eyes and grit my teeth as the pain of rejecting my mate flows through me. Goddess, she was perfect in every way for me, from the way she playfully bantered with me to the way her body moved, but she was not a warrior. She was a maid serving the Alpha Queen and Princess, a lesser wolf who would he easy prey for my enemies.I had to reject her to protect her. Had to let go of her before I got to know her. Knowing her would hurt us both further.The elevator doors open, and I quickly straighten my posture and walk out, pretending like nothing happened. To my surprise, I was greeted by my pack frantically running about, someone shouting about shutting the storm shutters and preparing for an emergency. Perplexed, I track down Malcom’s scent and find my cousin ordering wolves about.“What the hell is happening?” I demand, watching Malcom frown before turning to me.“No one knows
I sigh as I flop face-first onto my bed, my father chuckling as my mother lets out an exasperated sigh. She comes to sit on the bed, taking off her shoes, as my father brings a chair over to rub her sore feet.“I am glad you reminded me to switch shoes. Who knew Alpha Frost had such a large territory?” My mother grumbles out, getting a chuckle from me. I roll over onto my side to look at her, her jet-black hair similar to mine, shining with the sunlight filtering in through the window.“Had you worn your pumps, I would have had to carry you on my back.” I jokingly state, getting a chuckle from my father.“So what are your plans for the rest of the afternoon?” My mother asks, giving my father a playful glare before turning her attention back to me.“Same as always. Go to their training room -”“Try not to break another punching bag.” My father cuts me off, making me roll my eyes and laugh.
Watching the Warriors shift and take off silently in the forest, I envy them as I help my mother rest on a small boulder. The tour has been going smoothly, the members of Frost Moon being cordial, although a bit frosty, when talking to some of the maids in attendance, including me. We have traveled through the town, visiting local businesses and enjoying the small farmers' market that happened downtown. I’ve caught Damon staring at me throughout the tour, felt his gaze with every fiber of my being as I speak with some of the members working in the town and purchasing some snacks that I share with the maids. His gaze never leaves me when I step away for a moment to sniff flowers at a stall or help a child pick out a treat, who then runs towards his mother to show it off after thanking me. Most of the time, I wonder when Damon will make his move. Sadly though, his focus always returns to the tour, explaining his family’s land and the businesses a part of his town to my par