Fire Moon

3

'MY WOLF AWOKE.'

I didn't stop reading. I needed to know more. Learn more.

My whole life I have been searching for my wolf like they were lost, missing from my mind and all the time, they have just been asleep. Waiting for me to break that barrier between us.

Quinn and Urith left hours ago. Bain was asleep on the couch, snoring loudly after complaining that his Changeling book was boring.

Emily was going through emotions faster than I could keep up. First, she was above it all, found her wolf and working on strengthening their bond. Second, she was on a dark slope into a void because the guy she thought was her mate, wasn't mated with her and she was becoming depressed. It was all very confusing.

The room was getting warm from the fire place in the corner, the lack of sleep making my eyelids heavy and it was taking me longer to finish a page. Letting my head fall, I let darkness swallow me with the soft snores of Bain lull me into sleep.

My nightmare of Wren didn't return.

Instead, I dreamt of trees I saw in the painting, the painting that hung proud in the main room. It's trees stretching to a warm iridescent sky, an array of colours swirled around me and the scent of cedar and jasmine drifted into my dreams, fingers in my hair and a sweet whisper in my ear, "You're drooling on your book, pup."

My eyes snapped open, and met the colourful palette of August's, his lips stretching into a soft smile.

I wiped away my drool with a yawn, stretching my arms, "What time is it?"

August's smile was devastating, straight white teeth against his tanned skin, "Late afternoon."

I missed lunch and my stomach protested. The couch was now vacant, leaving August and I alone. The air between us felt dense and buzzing. The invisible string straining.

I sat up with crossed legs, "Can I have something to eat?"

August huffed out a short laugh and hauled me in into a standing position, "You can have anything you want."

The kitchen was quiet and cold, Bain was sitting at the stone bench with Urith and both dark-haired wolves sunken into their seats, looking miserable.

I raised my arms at the sight with a short laugh, "Oh my moon, did someone die?"

Urith barely looked up but gave me a sigh before muttering, "Don't bring the moon into this" he said with a cold glare before adding, "The cook's out today."

My mouth dropped open, "You have a cook?"

I couldn't believe it. Grown-arse adults and they had someone who cooked for them. Unbelievable.

Bain sunken further into the stool, "She left us nothing."

I eyed the ingredients in the fridge, plenty in there to make simple things and I shot a glare at them, "There is so much here."

Bain's dark eyes widened with hope, "Can you cook anything?"

Urith's head jolted up at me, trying not to seem as desperate as Bain and they both looked like dogs wagging their tails.

There were eggs, onion and the smallest amount of bacon. My instant thought was omelettes but it's late in the afternoon and I doubt that they want breakfast food now. My stomach was begging for an omelette, for anything but that's the best thing I could cook. Omelettes were underrated.

I sighed with a shrug, "I could make omelettes?"

"Oh, could you?" Bain was basically frothing at the mouth, "We would appreciate it so much."