~ Killian ~
As we were falling asleep, I could only stare at her with lust. I gently touched her chin and then move down her neck. She was so beautiful. And she was mine. She would lead my Black Moon Pack alongside me. It was the night before the Marking. After her family left, every day had been quite similar. She would read books she found inside our room, and occasionally look up from it to ask me questions.
“What color are your eyes?” She asked one time.
“Green,” I had replied.
For a while she said nothing. “I bet green is beautiful,” she finally said.
Another time she had asked me what my favorite book was. Turns out we both loved to read science fiction. Yet another time she asked about my mother. That had been hard.
“I lost my mother when I was 8. She was human.” I had said and saw for the first time, her expression change. She was shocked.
“Human?” She went silent. “How did she die?”
“She gave birth to my half-shifted stillborn brother,” I had replied with difficulty.
“That’s awful,” she said. She had been sitting, but she stood up and hugged me. It felt my skin warm up and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I tried hard to control my impulses. She could feel it and let go.
Something had changed that day. She became more affectionate. She would even share information about herself. Turns out she was a trained warrior and a healer. Her mother was apparently more so in charge than her father. In her pack, females were trained just as males; to fight. That was not done in any other pack. Males were warriors, and females were to be protected at all costs. One day I worked up the courage to ask her the one thing I had been wondering since the day we met.
“Can you-“ I hesitated. “Can you, like, uh, read minds?”
Her gaze moved from the book she was reading to me in a split second. “What?” She said and started to smile.
“Can you read minds?” I repeated myself. “Rumors say that you guys can sometimes do magic…” I tried to explain myself.
She laughed, curling up her nose like she did each time, and closing her eyes. “No, I cannot read minds,” she finally said in a condescending yet teasing tone. She continued chuckling, and I couldn’t help but laugh at myself as well.
And tonight, all of these moments were going through my mind nonstop. Tomorrow the Marking would happen. I would become an Alpha, taking over my father, and Helena, my love, would become marked as my Luna. “Lena,” I corrected myself. She preferred to be called Lena. Luna Lena, I thought and grinned at how silly that sounded.
She took a deep breath suddenly, and rolled over, causing me to freeze. I hoped and prayed to the Moon Goddess that I had not woken her up. After a while of her not moving, I dared to breathe again.
Her silver locks fell so perfectly over her shoulders. I know she hated having long hair, she said so each time she put it in a bun or a braid in the morning, but I absolutely loved it. I kept running my fingers up and down her body until I finally fell asleep.
I dreamt of her; my Luna.