The sprinting wind whistles a theme of natural lullaby as it glides the sky in sheer beauty.It was the same wind that had kissed the soul of pollen, the same wind that caressed the sky with its music drifting afar off. It was the same wind that was intimate with the green colored grasses and the brown carpet of sands.Furthermore, it was the same wind that had in its voice Scott's whispers. Besides, it circled a certain cabin, far away from where it had originated from. There she laid on the deeply unconscious, a certain woman who had been changed by time yet in a way untouched by it.He walked by the stranger again, checking for her pulse and muttering to himself. He had been doing this routinely now and then, he had been checking this same woman's pulse and had almost lost hope of her living.The woman was breathing on her own quite alright, but she appeared to be in a kind of deep sleep. He had wondered how her eyes looked, as mere looking at her face drove him into many fantasie
ARIA'S POVMy stomach dipped as an unfamiliar wave of anxiety traveled down my veins. It made my mind vulnerable. Vulnerable to whatever I was thinking at that point. I could feel the wind brushing my skin as I anticipated an answer, I could feel it sinking into my pores like it was a part of me to become one with my flesh.However, with all these feelings came something uncertain as well, it was as though it evoked a type of uncertainty. A fear that all the questions and worries I had was soon to be answered.When he spoke I thought he had the answers to my questions, but he didn't.“Tell me everything that happened, how did you end up at the end of the cliff half dead and with a child ?” He asked.I sighed at his question, it was obvious he needed an answer as I could see the desire to know everything in his eyes.“Where do I start from ?” I asked myself, wondering if I were to start the question from the point that Scott had taken my virginity or the moment I found out I was wit
ARIA'S POVLights wound around the wooden slats of the window, and it did it in a way that screamed art, outside I could feel the rain drizzle. The same rain that drizzled the night he was formed deep in my womb, then he had been nothing more than racing spermatozoa but now here he was standing right before myself, a person forged out of me.His gaze came back up, acknowledging my face finally, and we looked at each other for a moment that felt like an eternity. I could feel his grip slipped down shoulders to my back, I guess he feared losing me too as the smooth – softer pads of his fingertips brushed my soft ones, and making our heart skip a beat.Yeah,” I could feel everything in just that long hug. I breathed in how long he must have waited by my bed side, hoping his mother would be awake. I could breathe in the fears he must have felt. His grip on me wasn't so hard, but it was heavy and immovable by his conscious actions. It felt as though he was compelled to do this : hold
**Writer's POV**He had the look she had expected in his face, a mixture of shock and amusement. She was certain he would be worried how soon it had taken her to react that harshly toward him, considering the fact he had taken care of her over the last ten years.“I know you are a werewolf to start with” she started speaking hoping he would understand why she had started that crude. “I know you are just not any type either, not an Omega, definitely you look too strong to be one.” she said as she ran her eyes over his manly figure.“Where are all these questions coming from ?” He asked before turning the meat he was grilling.She had expected him to be angry, or maybe she had been expecting to sense some kind of tension in his voice, but here he was all cool about the whole situation. His voice was soothing as a warm spring. It made her heart ache. Aria stood before him in her long gown, the wind breezed and caught the end of the gown, letting it glide gradually to the direction of
**ARIA'S POV**I slowly took my seat on a chair and my mind went to how different Tristan and Scott are, there's so much difference between the two of them.Tristan was kind enough to save a stranger whom he knows nothing about, but Scott will never do that.My blood boiled with rage at the thought of the time I've wasted with Scott those years ago. It's my bad luck that I was attracted to a man like Scott. Had I had someone like Tristan as my mate, then I'm sure none of this would have happened, he wouldn't have betrayed me like Scott did.Tristan is so different from him and I can see that clearly.Scott used me, that was the only reason he was with me those time, he used me, and then he betrayed me, he betrayed the love we shared.Once again, the whole incident flashed through my mind and a lone tear slipped down my cheek.I want to avoid crying because of this, but no matter how long it's been, I can never forget the pain.I don't think I'll ever get over the pain of Scott's betr
ARIA'S POVI woke to the loud chirping of the birds, I turned over to see my son still sleeping soundly.A bright smile spreads across my face, I lean forward to place a kiss on his forehead.“Good morning, honey,” I whispered before placing a kiss on his forehead, being careful not to wake him up.I slowly got out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower and soon, I came out fully dressed. I was surprised to still see my son sleeping, he must have been truly exhausted from yesterday.Not only that, but I went out of my room and made my way downstairs, the aroma of something delicious hit my nose hard, and I smiled knowingly.“Tristan is at it again,”I went to the kitchen and I stood at the doorway, I watched as Tristan did what he did with so much ease and grace, he looks so good with the apron tied around his waist, his sleeves were rolled up, giving a good view of his muscular arm.No doubt he was a handsome man.“Hey, you're up,” Tristan said, jolting me out of my thoug
**ARIA'S POV**Weeks has gone by, and there are a lot of things I've learned.Where I was the outskirt of Mystic shadow pack where Scott and his wife, along with their people, couldn't find me.Tristan has explained to me that it was important for me to be kept safe, as the people were still on the hunt for my body.Although I find this funny, so many years have gone by, yet Scott is still searching for my body.Tristan made me to understand that some people never believed that I ran away, while some believed I'm dead. Either ways, I feel so relieved that Tristan saved my life.I was surprised by the words the women of the pack told me, how Tristan was constantly shuffling between caring for I and my son.“Mother,” I heard a Boy's voice, which jolted me out of my thoughts.“You're out here alone,” He said as he took a sit beside me.I smiled at him, his whole body was stained with mud, he's been out playing with the other kids at the pack.“Where's father?” He asked.I furrowed my bro
ARIA POV I was mulling over a bath and thinking about how everything had changed.Here I was still trying to adjust to everything, my son made her feel loved. He had told me how he sat by her bed every time when I was still in coma.It felt so sweet hearing him say it, the day to day he spent by bedside. In the endless night, he whispered prayers to the moon goddess.He told me about everything he went through each day. I padded out of the bathroom, leaving a pool of water by my feet where I stood. As I tried on the cloth Tristan had bought as a gift, I turned in front of the mirror at the look befitting of a queen. It was funny that in a way he had gotten my size just right. The room door rattled under a familiar knock. “Come in.” I said as I styled my hair, I turned round to find my Son who had a look of surprise on the face.“It looks good, right?” I said as turned round again.“You look different, you look beautiful.”“Well, that is a nice thing to say to a lady.”I patted his
Love; it is a beautiful thing. Be it familial, platonic, or romantic. Love is all around us; we can't run away from it. It had been a long run for my mother, Uncle Tristan, and I. But we still stood strong through it, allowing love to lead the way all through. That's how it was supposed to be; no matter the case or whatever that happened. Everyone had some ups and downs sometimes, what really made you a strong person was the ability to pull through it, and if you're with someone else, be it just one, or multiple people, to pull them through it too. It wasn't determined on the amount of power you had, or how much money you had in your bank account like my late biological father, Uncle Scott had always believed; financial power had nothing on mental power, and unfortunately, he understood that late, which brought about his ultimate downfall. By mental power, I do not mean the ability to manipulate, manipulation will genuinely take you absolutely nowhere. Unfortunately, my late step mot
(TRISTAN'S P. O. V.)"What do you mean?" Aria asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The old woman didn't say anything reply, and just smiled at us with twinkling eyes. We were both confused, but before we could even say anything, the old lady turned, and walked away steadily. Aria was the first to snap out of her daze, and immedietly moved to go after the old lady. I caught her arm, stopping her from moving any further, while she squirmed in my grip. "Let me go, I need to get answers!" She yelled at me, frustrated that I was restricting her.I continued holding her firmly. The woman wasn't one of us; she was a messenger to the goddess, probably one of the spirits of our ancestors. We do not question spirits; they only appear to deliver a message, and leave without any further details. No matter how much you pester them, that's if they aren't gone with the whispy wind in seconds like they never even existed, they will not give you any more information about what it is that they
"Okay. So, should we have it here?" I asked Tristan, who was staring at me like he could see through me. I didn't know if having the conversation in his room was the right decision. But, when he nodded his head, I also nodded my head, answering to that. We stood in front of each other, while looking elsewhere.Things had been so awkward between us, but this time, it was too awkward. I didn't know if it was because of the fact that he asked me to be his Luna and I didn't say anything about it. I didn't know why, but I didn't like it at all.It was too overwhelming and I just wanted it to end. I didn't know if he wanted to start the conversation, but I just kept quiet, while waiting for him to speak first."Um, Aria..." He started speaking, but he stopped and looked away, when I raised my head to look at him. He looked so shy and that was a bit amusing to me, because I don't think that I've ever seen Tristan acting that shy before. It was so amusing to watch, and even though I didn't wa
The former people of Aria's pack welcomed her with mixed feelings, they had all heard the news and some of them felt angry that Scott was dead.That surprised me a bit, because I didn't know that there were still some that loved Scott to that extent. They soon started blaming her for Scott's death and making everything worse.When I saw Aria's face, I was a bit heartbroken, because she looked really sad. I wanted to defend her, and to tell them that she had no fault in everything. But, when they started shouting that they wanted to hear the story from the horse's mouth, she had no choice but to explain what really happened.She told them that most of the bad things that happened, did happen because of Crystal's influence. She only married Scott to take over the throne. That had been something that she's always wanted, and even though she always made it clear, no one still saw through her bad ways. That was how much she actually managed to manipulate them really well.Nobody noticed,
(TRISTAN'S P. O. V.)".... I'm coming with you. We're, coming with you. I can't stay here, all I have is painful memories, when it comes to this pack. And now that I know my true roots, true heritage, I need some time and space, far away from here to process it. I had been lied to, all my life. I need to perhaps read about my ancestors, a little bit about my history before coming back. Nothing is here for me anymore, I don't have family here, neither do I have friends. There's nothing stopping me from coming with you." She said, her voice solemn, yet firm. My heart skipped a beat as she said that she would follow me back home. I was beyond happy, and I could hear my wolf purr and howl in pleasure. She was coming home with me, and that's all that mattered. A sudden urge to pull her in, and kiss her so deeply overwhelmed me. I wanted to act on it so badly, yet I had to remember that she had to give me the green lights first. Suddenly, she closed the gap between us, and hugged me, wrappi
Aria's POVWhile I was walking to his room, my heart was just beating fast, because I didn't know the right words to tell him. I just finished speaking with him two hours ago, but it still felt like I hadn't spoken to him in years.We've been talking about... getting together, but I don't think it has ever been this serious. I didn't know what he was going to say about it, if he was going to reject me or not. So many thoughts were just running through my mind.Before getting to his room, I took a deep breath in and released it immediately. I wanted to balance my breathing first before going in to say rubbish to him. I wanted to be calm first, so I'd be calm enough to speak to him.By the time I got to his door, I was already better, and I could speak without stuttering like a fool. I stood in front of his door, contemplating on what to do - if I should just go in and say my thoughts, or if I should go back to my room and regret why I never said anything to him. The former sounded bett
Aria's POV I didn't know what Tristan was thinking about...or what he might be thinking about. As we walked back to the house, I couldn't stop staring at his face and trying to figure out what he was thinking. His face was fixed on the empty, dark space in front of us, without saying anything to either of us - Carl or me.There were so many things to talk about, but he still wasn't saying anything. At first, I thought that we were going to rejoice about our newly found victory, but it seemed that wouldn't be possible with the way he was staring straight ahead without uttering a word.When we got to the house, I told Carl to go inside because I wanted to talk to Tristan about some things. When I was sure that Carl was gone, I crossed my hands and stood right in front of Tristan.For the first time that night, he brought down his head and stared into my eyes. I slowly shook my head at him, and I started seeing a smile creeping to his lips. I was a bit happy that I made him smile at leas
(TRISTAN'S P. O. V.)"Ar- I mean, your Majesty, we are sorry. Please find it in your heart to forgive us. I know it'll take a long while before you forget about everything, no one can forgive the injustice of one to another. All I ask from you, dear Luna, is that you may forgive us. People make mistakes, what is divine is the ability to forgive." Said the elder, calmly yet apologetically.The others nodded in agreement, confirming the statement and apology of the elder that had come forth to seek for her forgiveness. It was shown in their eyes, that they were clearly remorseful of the actions that they took all those years ago, and the allegations that they made against the both of us, knowing fully well, that the all the evidence they needed was right before their eyes, and were very clear. Aria turned her face away, avoiding their eyes and faces. Her Expression a mask of a stoney resolve, and her eyes the epitome of indecipherability. It was as clear as day, that she wasn't willing
(TRISTAN'S P.O.V.)Slowly, yet steadily, the tense expression on the faces of most of the elders, releases step by step. I feel fulfilled and elated, about the fact that they believed me and trusted me enough not to chain me down without listening to what I had to say. But then again, about two had contrasting expressions; they wore scowles, with a look of pure disbelief and despise in their eyes. "You are a bloody liar, and all of you are complete idiots for believing what this enemy of progress is spilling out. How could you trust our mortal enemy, the same person who had been plotting for years for ways to bring us down? Are you that fooled by illusion? Okay, assuming that they did torture Aria and Scott, then why didn't Aria get killed in the process too? This is all a plot, how could a woman as frail and defenseless as her survive all that they say she went through? She would have probably given up the ghost the moment the blade touched her! You are fools, all of you for decievi