Tanya’s POV
The midday autumn sun rests high in the sky, soothed by a breeze that remains calm and gentle towards all the outdoor stalls and laid out food for the family day event. It begins with various activities for all the families to participate in. Claire skips along in front of us, and I’m comforted by the high spirits that my daughter finds herself in. And I’m ever grateful to Marco for making that happen.
He walks calmly beside me. And whilst I wouldn’t blame him for feeling out of place surrounded by all the parents and children. He blends in perfectly. Conversations with other parents seem like a breeze for him, as he plays the role of a wonderful dad, fully in love with his daughter. I can’t help but admire him quietly whilst he speaks or smiles at my daughter’s playful antics. If only this was real life…
Nevertheless, I savor the moment and enjoy the day. We get up to loads of things. First, we sto
Tanya’s POVI race towards the two, my hands pressing firmly against Raphael’s chest, shoving him away from Mr. Barlow. Of course, my hand meets with the bully’s rippled chest, and I can barely push him. He chuckles at my feeble attempt, only stepping back with a malicious grin.Raphael isn’t as tall as Marco, but he is still a decent height for a male. And he didn’t get classed as a bully for no reason. Although muscular, there is no smooth elegance or refinement to his physic. Raphael is a rough piece of work, as if he has been carved with a blunt knife. Curated with jagged edges, a shaggy unkempt beard and buzz cut. He is like a rusty machete, worn, weathered, and ragged, but still dangerous enough to cut you and give you a nasty infection.“Stop! Stop this nonsense!” I yell, decently fearful, as I feel a close friendship with Mr. Barlow. Even with his annoying old man tendencies. I don’t want to see hi
Tanya’s POVThere is no time to waste on the hows and what-ifs. If I am going to get Mr. Barlow, his badge back and keep Marco’s arm attached to the rest of his body, then I couldn’t waste any more time worrying. I have to put my plan into action and just hope for the best.“Does anyone have a pen and paper?” I say with clear urgency in my voice.“I do!” Mr. Barlow shouts, handing them over to me without question. I quickly jot down a list of perfume-making equipment, ingredients, and raw materials that I know I’d need. With pen in hand, my fingers rush over the page in a scribbly mess as I’m aware of time. When I’m done, I turn to the one person who knows every item listed on the page, because he has been the one to set up my entire perfumery room… back when…Oh no…I stammer, frozen in confliction as I’m about to hand Marco the paper. I try to hide my
Tanya’s POVIt’s a known verified fact, that a mama bear will do anything for her cubs. And in that very moment, I’d never felt so much emotion in my life. Every instinctual motherly fiber within me is scorching with fierce intensity. My heart hammers against my chest as my weak senses heighten to their extremity and adrenalin kicks in.“Claire! Claire!” I scream, darting from one side of the pathway to the other, the crowd parting for me as I desperately look for my child.No one would ever understand how much my daughter meant to me. After I chose to leave Marco, I was nothing. Caspian found me washed up by lake on the brink of death, and even after he saved me, I was a hopeless empty shell of my former self.The loss of my love was so destructive to my brain and heart, every day after that felt like a chore. The weeks blurred as I aimlessly slept my worries away. And the only thing that kept me from ending it was
Tanya’s POVCaspian is quick in his greetings to Marco, with something clearly on his mind that he’s eager to spill.“So, Tanya, have you ever been to a banquet?” he probes with a toothy smile.“Um,” I have to stop myself from glancing in Marco’s direction upon recalling our night at the auction. With Marco’s memory loss, did the Autumn Equinox even count? “No,” my tone does not meet the energy of his anticipation, but Caspian doesn’t seem to notice it.“Well, my dear, you’re invited to the banquet at the Blue Moon Pack!” I feel bad for not appearing more excited, I do try to usher on a pleased smile, but today’s events have really worn me out.“The theme will be masquerade, and it will be taking place later this week! Almost everyone from the pack will be there,” he adds.Upon hearing this however, a discomfort settles in my stomac
Marco’s POVI generally detested banquets of this nature. It obviously didn’t help that I was a part of the royal family that used every God damn excuse to host events like this. My experience with royal banquets made me assume they were just all so fake.None of the noblemen liked each other anyways, whether due to politics, or rivalry for power. Their greasy hair slicked back against their balding scalps. Whilst their royal wives rotted with jealousy over this girl and the next, as they were caked to the heavens with an unnecessary amount of powder that was somehow overshadowed by their massive air balloon shaped dresses.However, I soon realize that my negative assumption of the Blue Moon Pack’s banquet is oddly wrong.As Tanya, Claire and I step into the main ballroom, the atmosphere feels light, and weightless. Despite the evening darkness that shimmers through the grand windows, the room emanates brightness. With sheer sky
Tanya’s POVI silently watch Caspian stride towards me, the smile on his face growing broader with each step. In midst of my confusion, I find Lisa has come up beside me, offering to take Claire home. Something in her gaze tells me that she knows what’s going on. But fails to articulate. Instead, I nod whilst still firmly confused, allowing her to take my daughter back to the house so she can get some sleep.When Caspian approaches, I can take a closer look at the flowers in his hands. Fresh red roses bunched together in a beautiful bouquet. But as the fireworks continue to sparkle and explode up in the sky, the mood of the atmosphere dawns on me.“Tanya…” says Caspian, a sweetness encompassing his tone.“Ever since the day you won the perfume competition, and protected the Blue Moon Tree from a terrible fate. From that moment on, I fell deeply in love with you,” he says as his eyes shimmer with a strang
Tanya’s POVI’m deeply worried and fueled by panic for my little girl. After considerable effort trying to wake her, she still doesn’t show any signs of consciousness. Knowing the person I could count on I rush to Marco’s door. I bet his lycan senses could smell my severe fear, because before I can even make my way up the steps, he swings his door open with a fierce gaze. “What’s wrong?”“It’s Claire. She won’t wake up. I- I don’t know what’s wrong,” I don’t have to say much more, as we rush back to my place. Marco understandably checks for her pulse, and when he confirms she’s still breathing he looks acutely puzzled.“Let’s just get her to the hospital,” I nod in response to his words, and I watch silently horrified as he gently lifts Claire’s limp and unresponsive body into his arms.But when he turns to me, his focused gaze forces
Tanya’s POVI force myself to maintain composure despite the pain and anguish that writhe inside of me like a furious monster eating my insides. “Um, thanks. Thank you doctor for letting me know.”The doctor tries to show some sympathy, but I understand he has other patients and family members to deliver similar bad news to. Plus. I don’t want sympathy. I couldn’t take it, cause if I did, I would’ve crumpled down right then and there.So, I focus on work, pulling myself together and submerging myself in helping other patients at the hospital. But I’m only further surrounded by more pain and suffering as the patients keep trickling in, some sicker than others.However, despite the bleakness of the situation, the atmosphere within the hospital remains warm. There was a reason I chose to stay in the Blue Moon Pack. And I can’t help but compare it to the capital and the palace. No matter how beautiful a