A Storm Brews

As I prepared for departure with a mourning soul, my future is uncertain yet I know one thing for sure. My defiance with him shall bring me problems.

The drive to Deimos's pack was quite the drive. No one spoke a word, only silence. My pack was not that large therefore werehuddled in huge trucks following our jeep. My eyes tried to meet with that ofDeimos's but he never once spared me a glance. I was truly invisible to him.

Finally arriving at his pack gates, I jump up in my seat to have a view of my new home, my wolf's ears perk up with undeniable curiosity. The gates open to give way to the sight of lush green land, fresh pastures and healthy pine trees covered with snow. My window open, the sound of laughter fills my ears. Pups chasing each other, females sitting in circles chattering and giggling with males training and jogging around the field. The trucks holding my pack stop there, all of them getting down looking around anxious and in fear.

But I am taken elsewhere, down a road holding trees on both sides. It is a secluded area, away from the noisiness of the pack. My mouth opens with a surprised gasp as I take in what stands in front of me.

"This is where you shall stay, my home." Deimos's voice tunes out, the entirety of my attention lies upon the gorgeous white castle. Yet gaping at the glamorous building in front of me, I couldn't feel happiness. It looked like a prison. A prison waiting to bound me.

Ragon walks from the driver's seat opening my door. "Luna." He says helping me get down. Luna. A word I thought I would never hear coming out from a wolf's lips. It feels different.

There are a few older wolves present bowing down low, patiently waiting for us. Deimos walks up to them. "Rise," he commands.

They rise heads still bowed hands held together over their belly, Welcome back, Alpha Deimos."

"These wolves will show you to your room." He turns towards them pointing at me, "Make sure she is settled." They bow down again with a chorus of "Yes Alpha." Deimos walks away still not sparing me a glance. Is this how I am to be treated? As an undesired mate?

"Please follow me, Luna." A petite female, barely a full-grown wolf, strides towards keeping her eyes on the floor. She reminds me of a wild hare, cautious and meek.

Following her inside the castle my eyes sparkle watching the chandeliers hanging high, marble floors and red royal carpets flowing down the staircase. Climbing the stairs, grazing my fingers on the railings feeling the coldness of it, I enjoy this walk. She climbs up to the last floor walking through a long corridor, huge windows to the right bring in streams of sunlight.

"This is your room, Luna." She finally peeks up at me, pointing to a huge oak door across the hall. "You may explore the castle and its grounds as you please." She whispers whilst leaving me by myself shutting the door softly behind her.

Inspecting the spacious room, I acknowledge it is fit for a queen. It feels as though it was waiting for me, waiting for my arrival. I adore it, it is modern yet possesses a romanesque interior and I barely find myself interested in things of this matter. Lying upon the softness of the mattress my eyes meet with the ceiling. I see myself in the mirror attached to it. Is this meant to be my home now? Is this the place I shall find the happiness I seek? Will this be my future?

Further thoughts of my situation consume me during and after my warm shower, a luxury we did not possess in my pack. Hoping to fill the emptiness of my belly I leave the bounds of my room.

Taking a shower, I go down the stairs hoping to fill my grumbling stomach. A servant walks up to me. "Can I be of any help, Luna?" I look around searching for the kitchen.

"I would like to eat, where is the kitchen?"

"Would you like to eat here or with the pack, Luna?" I think my pack would be settling down by now, I have to face them.

"Take me to the pack." Worry seeps into my mind, I have to endure the rejection from my pack. I need strength.

Strolling into the pack's kitchen my steps nervous, my pack seems to enjoy interacting with Deimos's wolves including Elriam. All the chatter comes to a complete stop as they regard me. I look each of them in their eyes ready for the consequences of my choice.

Elriam is the first to get up, she comes to my side putting her nose against my foreheads touching, a sign of affection. "Alpha." She whispers. Soon each female from my pack does the same while the males bow to me. "We understand your choice and we will protect you as you did with us."

I smile a real smile. "Thank you," I reply to them. And so the time passes all the wolves chattering, sniffing, trying to get used to different scents while preparing the meal. Mixing the cake batter, Elriam tells me a joke to which I laugh. My laughter booms across the kitchen. For the first time, my heart feels proper content. Chuckling, turning round I meet eyes with Deimos.

He was watching me and I didn't even know. I was so engrossed in everything around me I didn't notice him. My cheeks flushed, I look down. Turning my eyes back to him, his fingers shake. I know that feeling, he wishes to touch me, to feel the warmth of my skin.

Getting up from the table with males sitting all around having beer bottles in hand. He strides towards me, posture confident. His fingertips brush against my cheek bringing the cake batter to his mouth, licking it, maintaining eye contact. He turns around going back to his seat at the table.

My body is on fire, my throat parched. I need water. Getting some water swallowing huge gulps to calm the fire within me. I can't concentrate on the task at hand. I am aware of him now. I feel his gaze on me from time to time. Acting like it does not affect me. But inside me, a storm brews every time his gaze lands on my skin.