LukeI’ve read her handwritten note every night since I received it. Paul and Row tried to hide it from me for a while, something so secretive about their intentions to keep me from having this letter that Aurora wrote for me, knowing our last interaction together would be us running from the Apogee pack, from Xander, and me making sure she would get away.I should be satisfied knowing we are both alive, but I’m not. She has been such a huge part of my life and now she is gone. I can’t see her again, can’t talk to her again, and oddly, I mourn our friendship. When it gets late at night, every night, I find the note I hid on top of the cabinets in the kitchen and read it over, seeing stains of tears blur the ink in some places.You will always be my first love, reads the very last line. I so desperately wished she write down where she was, or even gave me a hint, but not her, or anyone here, wants to tell me.I should forget about her, about our history, and it’s been a hectic few week
AuroraJaxson works hard, too hard in my opinion, but he has been quiet the last few hours. I lay on the couch, my wounded leg still useless but my back healed with our mating mark finally back where it belongs, from who it belongs to. He helped with a burial for the lost pack members, but he won’t tell me who was killed in the royal raid.I can see him struggling to clear his mind, sweeping away the glass on the floor from the broken window of our hut. He is meticulous, and a little bit abrupt, stopping me when I lean forward to stand, his heavy hand find my shoulder and guiding me back down with just a stoic look.“What do you need?” he asks, his tone stiff.I motion for the kitchen, my mouth dry and my head light. “I was going to make some coffee,” I hum, seeing his dark eyes and wishing they would turn back to their real gentle blue color. “I just figured because we didn’t get to sleep and we probably won’t get to for a while…”He leans the broom against the wall and takes to the
AuroraIt’s difficult to walk, having to lean my weight on Jaxson’s side, his arm hooked around my back, while my knee is wrapped so tight in gauze tape that it makes my whole leg numb. Jaxson grumbles, wishing I would stay in the hut, in bed, giving him an excuse to dote over me tonight and miss this meeting in the village but I am stubborn and he is desperate to please me.“You’re too weak for this, sweetheart,” he moans, my pace stalling as I trip once, his arm clinging to me to steady my balance and help me not fall forward. “Please, let me take you home.”“No, Jaxson, we’re not missing this meeting. I want to vote. You should be there. If they want you as Alpha, then they obviously think you are worthy of the role. They feel safe with you.”“They wouldn’t if they knew who I really was,” he grumbles.We arrive to the little hut that once belonged to the Alpha and Luna. The entire village is here, in the back yard where a small campfire is rolling waves of heat. I can tell the othe
AuroraMeow! Meow!I swear I hear Snowflake in my sleep, calling for me just outside the hut door. I convince myself that it’s in my head, it isn’t real, but I am stuck hearing her precious calls for help reply over and over in my head. Jaxson and I finally get a night to sleep, a full night of blissful rest, and yet I toss and turn in the haze that is her meowing.Looking to Jaxson beside me, he adjusts in his sleep, curled onto his side and facing me, but so soundly unconscious. I would hate to wake him, especially if I was just being crazy and hearing noises in my head. I leave bed quietly, my leg sore but I manage a slight limp, looking outside to the dark of night and seeing the porch clear of any kitten.I rub my eyes, exhausted.Meow!I perk up, hearing the clear call of my cat just outside. My head spins. I hurry out the front door and off the porch, my eyes scanning the woods nearby, just past the shore and the sandy beach. My pulse is rapid and painful, so desperately wantin
AuroraAs my twentieth birthday approaches, I fear the oncome of what this will mean for my life. I have always felt a little immature, but I think now that things will change. I will be more brave; I will finally feel free to make my own life something worth living and worth protecting. I know I will never have to worry about being protected with Jaxson around. My Alpha is dutiful and fierce. He doesn’t let anything happen to his Luna.We have done nothing but talk about what we wanted for our ceremony. I want what I saw in my moon goddess vision. I would prefer us in a field, alone, just my Alpha and I. But he insists on Dawn pack being there. He wants everyone there to witness us officially mated in ceremony, of pe
AuroraI’ve never thought of my wedding to be something spectacular. I have never thought of my mate to be so dutiful in planning it. It’s a relief to have Jaxson as the Alpha, as my mate, because as I linger ill on the porch, I watch him and a few other Dawn pack members erect a wood platform onto the beach, just wide enough for the two of us.We have come closer to our pack, the beta and his family, and the thought of this ceremony going off without anyone in attendance actually brings sadness onto me. I dare to step into the sand, to thank everyone for their help as white roses are affixed to the structure, to the stage of sorts, but I hardly make it three steeps before my mate finds my arm and steadies me in place.