Chapter 110
Legs wrap around his body, squeezing the breath out of him, forearm wraps around his neck, and I squeeze with everything I have, not letting go while his elbow digs into my side, hitting it over and over again, cracking my ribs.
I put more pressure on his windpipe; there is no hope of him taking a breath. He keeps fighting until I feel him starting to go limp in my arms. I hold onto him tight until I know
he’s out.
Standing up, hands on my thighs, slightly bent over breathing hard, I spit blood on the now defrosting earth.
Spring is in the air.
“Little Moon, congratulations.”
“Thank you, Alpha Clinton. What’s next?” I say with curiosity.
“You go back home.”
Numbness spreads throughout my body, making me falter slightly on my feet.
“I don’t want to go back.” My shoulders suddenly feel burdened again.
“Little Moon, it’s going to be okay. You aren’t the same female that left. Show them who you always were.” He smiles at me without teeth.
Luna Grace embraces me in her arms, pressing her cheek against mine.
“We’ll miss you.” She pulls herself away from me, looking into my eyes with tears in her
Own.
“I’m going to miss it here. It feels right, as if I’ve always belonged.” There’s a little wobble in my voice.
wrapped into hers,
“Thank you.” It’s all I can say, because everything else seems too small.
“Do you need a ride home?” Lama Grace questions.
No, I’m going to walk.”
“We’ll see you at home. We’re going in to check on our Cash and Kennedy.” Concern is etched in the fine lines around her face.
Walking away from them, I try with all my strength to keep it together, but I do shed a few tears. It’s a slow walk back to the house, not the quick run that Cash and I have done every morning for the last two months. I get to take everything in without the rush of life.
I like the way the leaves are unfurling from the buds on the trees. Mother Nature looks as if she’s slowly opening her eyes, her warm spring breath just starting to reach its way this far
north.
A calm breeze whispers its breath in the trees, and the birds chirp, click, and clack as they make their nests in the great pines that line the edge of the road. The emerald guardians, standing virtuous, protective in all their splendor. Their height filters out the late afternoon sun, casting my path toward the house in shadows.
Passing by the house that nature has begun to take over, I get a shiver, making my hair
stand on end.
It’s tucked into the tree line, barely visible, hidden behind the dense overgrowth of forest
life. It was a beautiful house at one time, now falling into decay. I take the driveway up.
Cracks in the pavement are growing small stunted trees from the small space it has to live.
Trees have been knocked down by the wind but have not been cleaned up; dead branches
litter the yard that no one has cared for in a very long time. I always had Cash with me on
our runs, but I have always wanted to peek into what their home looked like.
A certain sadness calls out from the house, as if it were missing its occupants.
Spider webs cover the window panes, the buildup of grime on the glass making it difficult to
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see inside.
Going to the door, I turn the handle, and it clicks open. A dryness takes over my throat as my heart starts to race in my chest.
Everything is covered in a thick layer of dust. Nothing has disturbed the inside of this tomb
until now.
femories are encased in this house’s womb, pictures still hanging on the wall. A few have dropped, cracking the glass, but their smiling faces still peer out.
Echoes of laughter can still probably be heard if you stood still long enough.
A gust of musty, stale air crinkles my nose up. I bet when they built this house, they never thought that it would be filled with air that hasn’t moved in a long time…
Every corner holds memories of a time long past.
I can’t bring myself to step into this memory of his. Their picture hangs directly in front of me…both smiling, looking into the camera. He’s got his arm draped over her shoulder. Around the picture is writing on congratulations to the newly mated couple. Words of inspiration from pack members are written around their image.
I look at her eyes that have no idea that one day they would be looking into mine.
Why do I feel as if I’m snatching something away from her? She doesn’t look back with condemnation; she’s just bright eyed with what the future will bring to them.
Raven black hair that’s cut short to frame her jawline. Bright green eyes that draw you into her. I can’t stop comparing myself to her, and I don’t see how Dallas could ever see me
when he has had her.
