Mothers Warmth Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

I turn my attention back to the book and continue reading. Chapter Two- Mates

“I just want to be where he is. Even if it’s hell. I don’t care. I just want to be there.” My mother’s fingers threaded through my hair, slow, soothing, like she could untangle the panic with her touch. Her thumb brushed the back of my neck the way she used to when I was sick as a child. It should have calmed me, but it only made the ache worse, because her warmth wasn’t his.

“I’ve missed you.” Aria’s feet moved on their own, carrying her to the table. She sat down, her hands trembling as she reached out, desperate to touch her mother’s hand, to feel her warmth. But the moment their fingers touched, her mother’s face began to change. The warmth faded from her eyes, replaced by something cold and hollow. Her skin grew pale, her lips curling into a cruel smile. “You left us,” her mother hissed, her voice distorted. “You abandoned us for this—for power, for darkness.”

He sought the guidance of the Elders on how to awaken her. Their eyes fell upon my mother's still form as they entered the room, and their expressions turned contemplative. I stood by my mates' side, anxiously awaiting the Elders' actions. I let go of a soft breath of air as I watched them with anticipation. My mates felt my anxiety and soon held me closed for comfort. The graceful woman approached my mother's side, her hand gently hovering over her forehead. She closed her eyes, seemingly deep in concentration, as if connecting with unseen forces.

Her father, always have a calm face with his glasses neatly attached, and her mother, with a characteristic warm smile, waved at her. Thea ran to them, "Father! Mother!" she shouted happily. Her father stretched out his arms, met Thea in his arms, then lifted his little daughter's body and twirled, before hugged her. The little girl chuckled, happy in her father's arms. The mother stroked the girl's long hair. The arms of the father and mother's hand that caressed her were warm and comfortable. Thea smiled as she felt the warmth spread throughout her body. "Come on in," said her mother, "The night will be getting colder out here."

' Fae feeling the strangely familiar warmth from the woman unconciously blurted a question in her head as she stared, mezmerized by the womans beauty and attractiveness. "Your heart is tainted." Came the soft voice of a woman as it reached to hold her raised baby hands, its warmth enveloped the baby. "As dark as the cloudy night." Followed suit her speech as she now held her face on which began to emit warm glow. "Blocked by an ice." "Unable to melt." "Dont worry im here." "To guide you from here." "Beside you, ill give you warmth." "To ease the coldness beneath." The woman just keep mumbling on somethings as it held her like she was the most precious thing, and stared directly towards her e

Zane. His mother had been a warmth reader. She had been a warmth reader for seventeen years without a name for it. She was in the methodology three times. She was named. He breathed. The specific breath I had felt at the southern boundary when the last weight was set down. He breathed. And the founding ground held it. As it held everything. As it always would. I found his hand. His fingers closed. The fire burned. The cold moon rose. The silver in the grass caught it.

I hurry back to the bed again and take my mother's hand. "Ma, wake up." I plead. "Ma, please wake up." She does not move. But... "Her hand is warmer." I say, hope a precious precarious thing in my voice. It is still nowhere near werewolf temperature but it is no longer cold as death anymore. "She is getting better." I say, my voice holding tentative happiness despite what is happening outside. No matter what it is, I know I can handle it, but I cannot lose my mother. Not like this.

she replied impatiently. As she moved toward the door, the initial warmth she brought turned to desolation. When Mom came to take care of me, I felt warm inside. But her parting words revealed a harsh truth. In her eyes, my condition wasn't severe enough to warrant her care. The brief moment of maternal warmth quickly dissolved, leaving me with the cold reality of her priorities.

Meera~ I curled my body and clutched the blanket as warmth seeped inside me, giving me all the comfort in this world. Suddenly, I felt someone caressing my forehead. The warm fingers felt good and comforting. Is this Mama? Did she come here because I got sick, just like old times? "Meera," I heard the familiar voice, but it didn't belong to Mama. Frowning and groaning, I opened my eyes, only to meet the brown eyes of Abram's grandmother.