Blood Moon - Megan

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Chapter 11

Megan lay against him in bed, her face buried in his shirt as her sniffling finally began to subside. She didn’t know how long she cried, it felt like hours, and he held her the entire time. They hadn’t said a word since the kitchen. Megan took several deep breaths, finally able to calm herself. It went quiet for a while as Lucas gently caressed his fingers along her back.

“Why are you doing this?” Megan asked quietly as she nuzzled further into the comfort of his arms.

“Doing what?” Lucas asked.

“Why are you staying?” Megan asked, finally glancing up at him.

“Because I love you,” Lucas said firmly without an ounce of hesitation. Megan froze, a strange sensation coursing through her at those words. It was almost hard to breathe for a moment. Megan pushed up and quickly shoved away from him.

“Why?” Megan asked, the anger inside her slowly growing. Lucas pushed up into a sitting position as well.

“Why is it so hard for you to believe-” Lucas began.

“Why!? Because you shouldn’t! It’s not sane! Not after everything I told you! I can hurt you! I can kill you!” Megan growled.

“You wouldn’t,” Lucas said calmly. Megan stared at him, incredulous.

“You can’t know that-” She began heatedly.

“Meg, I’m not afraid of you. If you wanted to mate right now, at this very moment, I would be more than happy to oblige you. Because I honestly don’t believe you would hurt me.” Lucas said seriously. Megan looked away from him, her stomach in knots. This was insane. He was insane!

“You want to be with me, don’t you?” Lucas asked. Megan pursed her lips, feeling slightly sick. To say anything other than ‘no’ would be selfish. But she couldn’t make herself lie, not to him.

“Yes..” Megan said, feeling tears well anew.

“You didn’t want to be with any of the others...” Lucas trailed off. Megan swallowed a bit, keeping her eyes averted.

“But you do with me. So... maybe it’s just as simple as that.” Lucas said. Megan still kept her eyes averted, wiping away her tears. She took a few deep breaths.

“Lucas... You should go... and find someone-” Megan began.

“Meg.. you aren’t getting rid of me, it’s not going to happen. How many times do I have to tell you that?” Lucas said firmly. She was still not able to look at him. The welling of tears was becoming uncontrollable again.

“I just.. I’m afraid.” Megan said through a shaken voice.

“You don’t have to be.. you shouldn’t be. Like I said.. maybe that’s all there is to it.. just accept it, and don’t fear it.” Lucas said again.

“Lucas... I.. I don’t want to hurt you.” Megan said, her voice fully trembling now. Fresh tears were streaming down her cheeks again. She didn’t even think she had anything left to cry.

“Then don’t... I don’t think you will. You love me... don’t you?” Lucas asked. Megan choked back a sob. She still couldn’t look at him.

“Yes...” Megan managed out before she broke into a fresh round of sobs, pulling her legs up against her chest to bury her face in her knees. She heard him move toward her and she felt herself being pulled into his lap. Megan buried her face in his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his back.


One week later...

“What’s the matter with you?” Nadya asked. Megan felt immediately annoyed by her question.

“Nothing, can’t we please just get started?” Megan asked.

“Maybe it was too soon to start again. Come back next week.” Nayda said, turning away from her to begin gathering up everything she’d just set out. Megan glanced up at her with a frown.

“No. I’m fine,” Megan said seriously.

“Then tell me what’s wrong,” Nadya asked, looking back. Megan pursed her lips, annoyed.

“It’s just... there isn’t any... love spells is there?” Megan asked. Nadya gave her a strange look.

“There is no such thing. At least.. not in the way you’re thinking. There are spells that can mimic the effects of what some would label ‘love,’ those are spells that strip one of free will to do another’s bidding. It’s high-level magic. Any kind of memory or mind-altering spells are tricky; they can lead to complete loss of sanity or even have the opposite desired effect if done incorrectly. Creating what one would consider “true” feelings of caring for another cannot be manipulated. Not by magic.” Nadya said. Megan frowned at her but said nothing. It went quiet for a moment.

“This is about that wolf shifter I met, isn’t it?” Nadya asked. Megan just nodded. Nadya sighed.

“So you think you accidently cast some kind of love spell on him?” Nadya asked, almost amused. Megan looked away from her, feeling suddenly embarrassed. It sounded so stupid when spoken aloud.

“I just... It’s the only way I can understand why he wants to be around me. I told him what I.. what I’ve done, and what I could do to him, and he still won’t leave.” Megan said, tears welling in her eyes.

“He wants to be with me, despite everything... despite everything I am,” Megan said, her tears breaking free now. Hadn’t she cried enough? She felt so pathetic. The past week, she had been nothing, but an emotional mess and Lucas stayed with her the entire time. His attempts to comfort her only made her more emotional. Even now, he was back at her apartment, waiting for her still.

It went quiet for a while as Megan struggled to control her tears. Finally, Megan took a deep breath and wiped her face off on her sleeve. Embarrassed, she glanced up at Nadya and immediately recognized the look on her face. It was the look she always got when she was debating on whether or not to divulge a particular bit of knowledge. Nadya always seemed careful like that. Careful of what she told her.

“I wasn’t entirely sure until I met him myself.. but what you have with that boy is quite unique. Every living being.. every soul, has a certain kind of energy. Every aura is distinctive. But sometimes.. there are certain individuals who resonate with each other on a level that even us seers can’t fully understand.” Nadya explained. Megan furrowed her brow.

“You mean... like... soul mates?” Megan asked. Nadya chuckled.

“Of course not... that silly human notion is far too simple an explanation, besides, there is never just one. Any given soul can have many counterparts, mind you... the different ones may fit together at varying levels. Let’s see... how to explain this... A perfect match is rarer, but certainly not singular. You yourself have many, and by many I mean countless, I’ve seen them in the few times I’ve read you... But whether or not you are put on this plane of existence at the same time is what makes these matches so special. One may be born while the other is dying, some may be born a world apart and will never meet, or some might even be born hundreds of years apart. So as you can see... it’s a game of chance whether or not these particular matches will ever find each other.” Nadya said. Megan furrowed her brow, confused.

“So... love at first sight?” Megan asked, still unsure. Nadya chuckled again.

“Another silly human notion... No, that’s called lust. This is a much different connection, a much deeper one that is not always recognized the first time you meet, but you will definitely never forget that first meeting.” Nadya said. Megan frowned.

“So... are you saying that Lucas and I are a pair like that?” Megan asked.

“From what I read of his energy, you are a near perfect match. Think of yourself as a puzzle piece. There are many pieces that may fit partially, but only one piece can fit perfectly to complete the puzzle. These matches typically are born on the same day, but not necessarily in the same year.” Nadya said. Megan furrowed her brow at her, getting a weird feeling from her words. She knew Lucas, and she shared a birthday, it was something they had discovered early on during their mundane talks. She had never thought much about it.

“So how is that not like soul mates?” Megan asked, confused.

“Because more than one box of that puzzle exists, with the exact same pieces that can be intermixed, there is never just one. Each lifetime can have several. Not always, but sometimes. As I said before, you may be taking your first breath, as your counterpart is breathing their last.” Nadya said with annoyance. Megan was still staring at her strangely. It wasn’t making sense to her.

“As I said, what you have with him is rare, but certainly not singular. That’s not to say you aren’t lucky to have met one, of similar age at that. Nothing you can do to that boy will ever make him leave you. Fate has done some very cruel.. yet very kind things to you, it seems.” Nadya said. Megan stared at her, feeling weird at her words. She couldn’t help but find the whole notion ridiculous. Megan thought back to the first time she met eyes with Lucas. He had been with his father in Willamette, the Gifala Alpha, along with several enforcers. They approached her in her then apartment. On top of the apprehension, she’d felt, she could clearly remember the strange feeling she got when she looked at him, but Megan had no idea what it meant at the time.

“Are you ready to move on now? Or am I still sending you home?” Nadya asked. Megan looked back to her, still feeling strange. Her thoughts were suddenly racing.

“Does that mean... I wouldn’t hurt him if we...?” Megan asked the hope of it filled her with a sudden sense of joy.

“You still have no control,” Nadya said quickly, almost uncharacteristically snappish. Megan furrowed her brow.

“But you said-” Megan began.

“I said no such thing,” Nadya said heatedly. Megan stared at her for a moment. Nadya never got angry.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Megan insisted, feeling a strange tightness in her chest.

“You need a lot more instruction before I’d even respond to it. We have not even begun your true training.” Nadya said vaguely, her demeanor calm again. Megan frowned.

“Yes... sorry...” Megan said, she suddenly felt a bit foolish.

“Good... then let’s begin,” Nadya said.

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