"Why?" "Because if you were my age it would have been easier and less worrying for me. I would have taken your virtue before my departure left my claim on you, even marked you and all the males would have known just whom you belonged to. I knew with that face of yours as you matured into a juvenile, famished males would surely pursue you for a taste." "It must have been arduous for you to leave a pup who was your female behind like that for the sake of her protection." I glimpse down at my feet chewing on my lower lip. I never had understood his reasons for leaving me at one point in time but after several conversations between us, the line of communication that once did not exist was brought to life. "It was unbearable, I had to fight the demands of my beast as well. I spent numerous late nights on my bed thinking of the best way to let you know of my departure. You were so very small and often glanced up at me with wid

"Open," Phobos utters his voice low and sonorous as he steers the fork towards my mouth which still has not finished chewing on the well-cooked scrambled eggs.  I swallow down my bite and open my mouth for the next whilst leaning back to settle my weary head upon his shoulder my eyes fluttering close drowning in exhaustion. I have been very sluggish these past days Phobos had thought I was unwell but I am doing all right it is just that the preparations for the pack celebration are draining my energy for I am continually on my feet from early mornings to late nights. As Luna, I am constantly asked for my opinion on every small element from decorations, the potential menu to the way the tents shall be set up. There will be numerous wolves attending from other packs we are close with so it is my duty to make sure they feel welcomed. Before my arrival, Phobos hadn't bothered to care about how he and his pack seemed in the eyes of foreigner

"Can I take this as rejection from you? Because of what I have chosen to do with Argus." There is a sadness in his voice and I immediately work to shred his troubled thoughts. "No. Not at all. You know I have made my peace with it, we have discussed the reasons and how it would overall benefit our pack."  "Then why do you look so unsettled my female?"  Taking a slow deep breath freeing both my heart and mind from the melancholy I glimpse up at him with a big smile on my face. "I am fine. Truly. Do not worry so much. Now come."  "Theia." He protests disliking how I disregarded his question, he wants me to explain myself but I am not in the state of mind to do so. I catch his hand in mine and greet Vůdce who bends low welcoming our arrival.  "I have prepared everything as you have asked from me." She says to my moon blessed. "I appreciate it

"What about this one?" I excitedly rush towards the backdoor and twirl around in the delicate rose pink gown whilst tensely anticipating his reply. My male plunges the razor-sharp axe into the tree stump and does a thorough scan of my flesh from head to toe with narrowed keen eyes. "I can see the outline of your perky nipples, Drahá."  "You can?" I ask surprisedly peering down at my chest with a low frown lying amid my brows. I did not notice it when I studied myself in the mirror but then again nothing ever passes through those sharp eyes of his that discerns even the tiniest of detail. "You know I am not the one to control your dressing, I will not tell you what to wear and what not to. But your breasts should be meant only for my eyes don't you think?" He asks hoarding the logs in a neat pile next to his feet, he has been making firewood from hewing the fallen trees to light up and warm the pack tonight af

I do not like it, of course, I am possessive of him just like he is of me. Only I wish to call him by his name but if I told her that it would be immature of me. Moira is a good female she is loyal and trustworthy the only wolf who truly accepted me when I first set foot on these lands. I do not want our friendship to turn unpleasant just because of a small thing. "Do not worry. They all have families of their own, even if they are unfeeling Alphas they are also fathers. They will like it." I smile up at her and she returns the expression.  I step up on an unsteady stool that Moira clutches tightly onto and work to hook one of the pieces onto the tree over the nail that has been bashed into the bark. When I had discussed my idea of presenting what the pups made to our guests and suggested it to Phobos I did not know where to hang them so he made some of his warriors' hammer nails into the trees so that way we could easily display them.