Lahat ng Kabanata ng Winter's Lost Mate : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

Her eyes shot open to the sound of movements and voices coming from the hallway on the ground floor. A glance at the clock and it was still midnight. Lupe? She thought. She wasn't sure. He had less reasons to move around at night and even if he did, not as two or three male voices. It had been just a week since she arrived at her hometown, and the isolated family mansion in particular, and four nights ago, she'd dismissed the two gammas that secured it insisting that she felt happier in solitude and could handle whatever dangers could come with it, much to the doubt of her aging uncle Lupe who remained an active caretaker of the mansion as it was beyond her powers to relief him or his family of their duties. A few minutes back, she'd been in a dream with a lady who had blabbed a lot of beautiful things about their “betrothal”. Those "beautiful things" sounded less sensible to her now that she was woke but still made sense to her soul. Later on, she would be certain that it was a vi

*Norma's POV* If she was a male, I'd say that perhaps he was in seek of a mate. Maybe he had certain views, standards, and reservations towards relationships that had made him unable to find one among city folks. I thought it was absurd for one to think and act on abandoning rich city life and opt for one in this town as a possible means of seeking fulfillment. There was very little one could enjoy in Yellow Moon compared to. She possessed a certain charisma that had no visible rooting other than her physical fitness and tall stature. It was the way she carried herself like there was something she knew that everyone around her just didn't. At least maybe all of us she'd come to meet in the town. Her hair bore a resemblance to mine in the sense of having a grey streak that stubbornly fell over an eye. Her face...I was hoping the moon would forgive my dirty fantasies of her, but then I'd never come across a person so different, cold, and good-looking. The fact that she seemed unawar

"I've had enough of this madness, Winter!" Lupe fist-banged on a nearby surface: probably a table, door, or stool. Winter couldn't tell exactly at first. Her gaze and half her attention had been concentrated on Norma who unconsciously laid on a sofa. She saw the anger written on his face when she faced him. Extreme anger wasn't a frequent occurrence in his personality and so when it came it wasn't something to be taken trivially. Who knew how dangerous it could be? He could probably break a vase, the TV, the porcelain display on the etagere, or whatever else was near and fragile. In short, he was pushed. Pushed to the f—king wall. "Your feelings are impractical. We're having the mansion's security reinstalled as soon as possible and it's not a request. You might have a thunder-bending, telekinetic, giant wolf but then living alone on the outskirts of town couldn't be so normal for a man to speak less of a lady. I'm not having it anymore and you decide. You choose to stay and lose

The next crescent was the first revelation of the moon during the period when it grew into a full moon. The moon's appearance meant meetings for the packs and all pending communal events were held within. This, however, wasn't a special time than when she the moon, wore her yellow dress as a full orb, sailing her way through the clouds. She was the goddess of both the town and beyond for she heightened the strengths of the paranormal creatures whenever she appeared. The times she was full and yellow were exclusive to the packs and the peoples of this town as it increased the intensity of their strengths and sorcery hence the reason why the town was called so. To some other towns, she shone blue, red, or green at the same time. Yellow moons appeared once after three full silver or regular moons and meant general meetings amongst the thirteen packs of the town in which Pompey presided as the sitting Grand alpha. The nights came cold as usual. Mist had begun to hang visibly, after din

*Norma's POV* I couldn't face her the next day. I had to give myself reasons why her rejection of me wasn't a corresponding debt I paid for rejecting Alphonso for my peace of mind and I tried to be objective but it wasn't working. My emotions were in control. Focused on my plate during breakfast, I didn't have much to say nor did she. I barely heard her voice. She answered Momma and Gabriella's questions now and then but the pair did all the chattering. They talked about Gabriella's breakout ceremony. They seemed excited, even Gabriella, which was unlike me during my time because I'd had to go through the process thrice. I had been a late bloomer which momma said was a biological trait from poppa, and saw my wolf at twenty — a year ago. I had every reason to think that my sister was going to repeat the process given that it was she who took after Dad more. Breakout ceremonies weren't complicated. They were usually time-exhausting except on the night of a yellow moon. In a typical