Waking up, I feel the sunlight streaming into the window and hear soft chirping of the birds outside. My eyes felt like glue had kept them from opening. Ugh, my wolf said in my head, close the windows until we get some coffee. I opened my eyes and searched the master bedroom. I slept on the left side of the king sized bed closest to the large walk-in closet but farther away from the bathroom. I rolled over in the bed and found that Alex was already up. I got up from the bed and nearly tripped over the clothes hamper that I must have left too close to my side and groggily scrambled over to the bathroom. I looked at the large stand-in shower adjacent to the toilet, the double marbled sink beside it and scanned the toiletries I had scattered on both sides. After I did my business, I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes had dark circles under the vibrant, silver flecked, green orbs. I turned on the sink, washed my hands under the luke warm water before I splashed my face. Ugh, the nightmares just never stop. My parents have long been gone. I looked back up and inspected the rest of my heart shaped face. The freckles popped out around my nose and cheeks against my pale skin. I flicked my eyes back to the shower and debated on if I should get one or at least a hot bath in the large tub behind me. I shrugged, I wasn’t in the mood at the moment. I grabbed a brush and detangled my long, auburn locks and stuffed the cascading curls in a bun.
Once I walked back in the adjoining bedroom, I pulled on some jeans and a tank top. I couldn't wait to get to the coffee. I could smell it from in here. I surveyed the red and gold room while I asked myself if there was anything else I needed right now. Mentally shaking my head, I check the clock on Alex’s bedside table. It was just after eight. Down the hallway and into the golden painted kitchen of our beautiful ranch home, I walked into the kitchen where I found my love sitting at the kitchen table. I stared at the wooden floors that were throughout the house before I glanced at him, grateful for letting me sleep in.
"Good morning, my love," I told my favorite person on the planet. Before I had ended up mated to the gorgeous alpha in front of me we had grown up as best friends as I was the beta's younger sister. He was a couple years older than me and once I turned sixteen we had found out the day of my birthday, which was when the mate bonds could unlock. Of course, even though we were lucky enough to know, most wolves don't find their mate until they graduated at eighteen and had gone out into the world. I'm nineteen now and he is twenty-one. We just bought this four bedroom and five and a half bathroom home six months ago where it was only five minutes from the pack house so we could have some semblance of privacy. For it being considered a ranch home, it had been expensive to say the least. Money wasn’t something we lacked though, fortunately.
"Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep. There is coffee for you in the pot and I made some ham and cheese omelets. Yours are in the microwave to keep warm." His eyes flicked up from the paperwork to meet mine as he gestured to the microwave.
A bright smile painted across my lips and I grabbed some creamer from the fridge, even though he doesn't drink coffee he always made me some every morning. Getting my coffee ready I state, "Thank you, Alex. You're wonderful as always. I slept okay I guess, the nightmares keep coming back. I wish I could just get a peaceful sleep every once in a while." I started rambling the reoccurring dream that I had, where I watched my parents get murdered by rogues. He listened to me each time even though he heard it over and over again. That memory I tried to push to the back of my head. I was fourteen at the time. My brother, Seth, was sixteen. He became the beta the day afterword where Alex became the alpha as well. His father died during the whole incident. We all stayed at the pack house after that at least until Alex and I got this place. He and his mate, Felicity, still lived at the old grand farmhouse that was built to be the pack house for generations.
I turned to Alex and sat down at the table with my breakfast and coffee. Though I'm suddenly no longer hungry, I forced myself to eat so he wouldn't be too concerned. Once I was finished talking he said to me, "Baby, I'm sorry you still have to deal with this. Are you sure you don't want to go back to the pack therapist? I'm worried about you. I know you have been getting depressed again, all you did was toss and turn last night. I wanted to wake you but I didn't want you to not go back to sleep like the countless times before."
"No, Alex, that guy does nothing for me. You know that." I looked at him with pleading eyes as his searched mine for answers, answers to fix what is broken. I know he thought I was as strong as a Luna should be, but I knew I wasn't. He deserved better. I hid my eyes again looking at the half eaten omelet. Now I knew I wasn't going to finish it. The oak kitchen table suddenly seemed more interesting than any conversation. The kitchen was large with the dark marbled counter tops that matched all of the bathrooms. Every wall was either gold or red throughout the house. The cabinets matched the dark wood on the floor. There was an island from where I sat in front of me that held all of our countertop appliances in a neat order as well as the kitchen sink. The other counter tops along the wall was the space where we prepped our food. Even though every room was completely furnished, it held the same theme and the space was completely open. I looked back up at Alex where he sat across from me and his face seemed very focused on the task at hand. Quickly changing the subject, I add "What are you working on?"
He looks me over and hesitates some before replying, "Seth believes he may have found a location to the rogues. I'm working on letters to send out to our alliances. Wanting to build a bigger army before we make any moves."
Because of our mind linking abilities, werewolves rarely use phones and prefer letters to contact other packs because our sense of smell will secure who sent it. After the pack of rogues attacked us five years ago, they had attacked all kinds of neighboring territories. Alex then explained to me about two months ago that they had attacked and had taken over a territory south of us in Georgia, the White Moon pack. We were mainly located in Virginia as the Blood Moon pack, just north of the human city Lancaster.
I gaped at him like a fish out of water as he explained that the pack south of us, and the only one between us and the rogues, called the Sharp Fang pack, had their scouts come back saying that their scents their are still fresh there. Alpha Michael of the Sharp Fang pack is our alliance and wants us to reach out to our other alliances, while they do the same, to finally launch an attack and bring justice.
Hope seared through my chest but with that was accompanied by a tremendous amount of fear as Alex explained a few of the details. Just then we heard a knock at the door. As I scrambled to get it, I almost tripped on the chair that was next to me and Alex jumped up and ran around the table with inhumane speed to steady me and once he knew I was fine he went to get the door. Seth and Felicity walked into the kitchen after they exchanged a couple hellos with Alex.
Felicity was from Sharp Fang originally and was a great pack doctor. She also turned out to be the best girl friend I never had. As soon as she saw me she jumped up and squealed with delight. "Elizabeth, Lizzy.... I have fantastic news for you! So I made a discovery from your blood work the other day, and even though there is nothing super abnormal to know why your, uh.. dreams are coming back, what I can tell you is...." She took a deep breath before she squealed again, " you're pregnant!"