Elara’s POVAs we got to the front of mine and Lucan’s cabin, I stood still, waiting, watching. Kael in turn also stopped walking and looked at me. The look in his eyes was something I had always imagined but never experienced, not even before I ran away from him. He looked different now, more carefree than he was yesterday, like causing problems for me had been an interesting thing for him to do, like it had made him feel alive.“Were you really about to claim me in there….as your mate?”, I asked hesitantly. His brows furrowed and he stepped closer, the heat radiating off me sending fire through my veins and down to a lower part of my anatomy. His presence was enough for me to consider breaking my four year long oath of celibacy and I could do nothing but clench my hands into fists and try to suppress it. The bright silver light of the moon reflected off his face, highlighting his cheekbones and the sharp curve of his jaw. What it reflected the most though, was his eyes. The moonl
Elara’s POVWhen the food came by, it all felt that much better. The tense nature in the air dissipated very quickly as they all dug into food. I remembered very quickly that wolves ate a whole lot.All my life, my wolf had been faint, weak, more omega than most. So I ate like a human did. The alliance pack had a very mixed assortment of people. Leah wasn’t a wolf. So we ate regular amounts together. But when we served ourselves, Kael’s portions were four times larger than mine, and the women that had been previously harassing Lucan ate even more than him. Lucan himself was still too busy feeding the war veteran different potions outside to ensure his healing, so I couldn’t rib him about the fact that he only ate two times my own portion. It seemed like living within Lera’s wards reduced the voracious appetite of the wolves.Kael looked gorgeous eating, in such a way that I just couldn’t stop glancing at him from my peripheral vision. Eren had never eaten in such a dignified way. My
Elara’s POVConversation was strange to say the least. The table had been filled with mindless chatter and women trying and failing to convince Lucan of the disadvantages of such a fine young man living in the alliance pack. But now, the chatter was directed towards Kael.They asked him interesting things, very surface level political sentiments, like no one could bear the wrath of the alpha if he angrily said he was done listening to them chatter. I could tell that the biggest question everyone had was ‘Why was he sitting at this table?’. I also wanted to ask that question. Was he scared that I’d run away again if he wasn’t watching me? Or was he just trying to make sure the situation with the war veteran didn’t happen with anybody else?His shoulders looked relaxed as he smiled and answered the polite questions he was asked, but I could tell by the tenseness of his muscles that Kael was not happy. He had been that way since he entered the room, but now it was worse, in that every s
Elara’s POVIt was the day of the high moon summit itself.The pressure in the room as we all sat around tables was immense, some werewolves were speaking to each other in hushed tones, others in loud voices, like they were scared people wouldn’t hear them.The golden light of the chandelier reflected onto the head of a bald war veteran and straight into my eyes, making me try to look away, but the man didn’t let me, claiming I looked like his dead wife.Lucan was also busy, occupied with middle aged women telling him he looked far too pristine to be from the alliance pack. They said it with disgust in their tone, like they couldn’t fathom what could exist in such a pack.I didn’t blame them. It really was unfathomable, and I’d lived there for nearly five years. It was awesome, what Lera had built with magic. I’d have loved to give them little tips about our weather at least, and how it was miles ahead of this frozen tundra, but the bald man had graduated to hovering over my leg, not
Kael’s POVI didn’t sleep.I couldn’t sleep.All my senses were attuned to Elara and the memory of hokding her in my arms again after four long years. It took everything in me not to forcefully drag her back to Silvermoon. I needed her.My brain couldn’t stop telling me that I could still smell her. Before she used to smell earthy and floral, but now there was also the faintest tinkling of herbs. She smelled like what I imagined running through grass smelled like, she smelled like bright smiles and tight hugs, she smelled like the warmth from a fire. There was a strong hint of another smell, I supposed from her son - our son - because it spread all around her, clogging my senses with the image of a little boy sitting around in the sun.When I closed my eyes for the duration of a little blink I could still see her, my skin prickled like I could still feel her, the tinkling of her voice echoed in my ears like could still hear her.I wanted to touch her, to fit her tightly into myself s
Elara’s POVI woke up to the sound of… nothing. There were no birds chirping, neither were there children stomping and laughing. There wasn’t even the ambient warm sound of the sun, the forest and the air itself as magic thrummed all around. There was just nothing. It was strange.I was terrified at first till I remembered, this wasn’t my pack. This was the blackthorn pack, a pack where endless snow was considered a good thing and every place was coated with sharpness, like they couldn’t bear to watch you go around soft and happy.Getting out of the narrow piece of uncomfrtoable foam they called a bed, I stared at the wall. My face immediately began heating up despite the harsh cold when I remmembered what had happened yestereday. Kael. I had seen Kael.And he hadn’t ridiculed me, or forced my hand. It was completely unlike the worst case scenarios I’d been expecting. He was still the same man I knew, but, his edges had sharpened. Even still, there was something softer about his emo