I had slept tranquilly nuzzled into my male's chest his shielding arms enveloping me in a cocoon of raw pleasure. Never had I once been drawn by that kind of intense slumber for the second my ears tuned into the calming sound of his heartbeats I was entranced. His wild scent his tender pecks of affection on the surface of my neck and my body pressed against my moon blessed's everything seemed to lull me further into a mist. For those few hours I was in euphoria, I had everything I ever wanted with me. My essence snuggled in my male's arms. But when the crows began to caw and the hens let their morning cries slip past their throats I was once more dragged away by pitiless reality which seemed to ridicule me for my vulnerability. Phobos did not let go of me rather his hold on me grew tighter as his eyes fluttered close whilst he inhaled my scent preserving the visage of my soul in the abyss of his core. He did not wish to shift aside from my h

I glance away from her intimidating gaze for I have my own thoughts on this matter. Rather I am torn apart by my endless variations in my emotions to the purpose behind his departure. He could have stayed for me and left perhaps after my heat had concluded but at the same time if he did he may have ended up being late for the hunt and his pack would have faced the consequences of my male's actions. "I-I did not mean like that, Vůdce. I simply-" "Je to jeho zodpovědnost vůči nám. Je to jeho povinnost se o nás postarat." The leader utters to her swiftly concluding their conversation from progressing further as she kneels by my side delivering the small wooden cup filled with a dense green liquid to me. (It is his responsibility to us. It is his duty to provide for us) As I take the cup with my quivering hand, the uncertainty of the ingredients used to make the drink inundates me.

"Luna I...I know how difficult he is to deal with when it comes to communication but I request you to be patient with him. He is very different from the rest of us and he has a... problem." "What problem?" I ask frowning at her words. What challenge does my male have that I am unaware of? "Phobos cannot flawlessly grasp emotions like the rest of us." She tells me as I stare at her in question. What is this female assuming? He can comprehend emotions for he always did with me. "No, he can. I mean he did when I was-" "A pup?" She questions and I gradually nod in response. "Well, he lost that capability as he matured from a juvenile to an adult. His wolf subjugated him at one point when Phobos was mentally and physically weak to stir animal instincts into him which consumed his raw emotions. He has gotten so much better now in reading feelings but it takes time for him to understand."

It is his responsibility to stroll around and aid the little ones with their craft. He also needs to pass from the crate what the pups ask him like crayons or paint. Awan halts in his tracks spinning around to me as he frowns with uncertainty inspecting back into the box. "What is it?" I ask as he reads the movements of my fingers. He plucks out a small brown journal from within its bounds showing it to me whilst my orbs broaden as I gaze at it. I had forgotten all about that book, it had fallen out yesterday night from the top of Phobos's cupboard when I had mopped his chamber floors but I had no time to look into its contents so I thrust it into the box hoping to be able to read it later. I lift my hand to him indirectly demanding for it and he directly gives it to me. A deep inward breath I take in as my heart pounds vigorously in suspicion of what I might see. I know it is wrong of me to wish to invade his privacy th

"Vítejte doma, náš poskytovatel." She says as she dips her thumb into the white paint and smears it upon his forehead upwards in a straight line from amid his eyebrows to his hairline. I do not know what the mark signifies but I am aware it means something positive. (Welcome home, our provider) "Děkuji Vůdce." He thanks her as she delicately pats his chest in appreciation. She possesses a keen fondness for my male like a mother in a way. My male shifts to the right enabling her to do the same with the rest of the hunters whilst I am shocked by the apparent display of want boldly shown by the females their wanton scents pricking into my skin diving into my nostrils. I watch the way Phobos cups a handful of fresh roughage and hands it up to Asger who hungrily devours it from his master's hand only for my mate to cup another handful and feed him over and over again until he stops demanding it f