Mine

Chapter 12

Growing up in the Mid Moon pack, I was a troubled child. I was antisocial and often acted out. Fellow pack members would taunt me for being an orphan. No mercy was shown for my supposed situation. They were discreet about it, never harming me physically, but taking advantage of every opportunity to pick away at me. Looking back at the situation, they were most likely careful not to physically harm me so Blaze would not notice.

When the castle came into my view, I felt a mixture of joy and worry. I had cleaned my wound out in a small stream of fresh water in the forest. My palm was no longer littered with shards of glass and I had found a spare change of clothes within the trees. 

I felt joy as I had finally returned home. After my melodramatic trip into the woods, my muscles ached and my wolf had grown too tired to complete the long trek home. Even worse, the shoes I'd found were much too small for me. 

Yet, I also felt worry because of the confrontation. I know they'll all be upset with me. After all, I broke one of their glasses, probably got blood on their carpet, snapped at the couple that they were obviously fond of, and ran out of the castle like a mental woman.

Sighing, I kept my head down towards the ground in order to avoid eye contact. My steps made squeaking sounds as my toes curled to fit. The center of my scalp was roasting as my black hair absorbed the heat that was admitting from the harsh, summer sun. The stares of the pack members that watched me approach burned hotter than any star could.

Nibbling on my bottom lip, I came to a stop at the door of the Royal's tower. I'm not sure how long I stood there, glaring at the wooden object while debating my entrance.

With a heavy-hearted sigh, I let my hand rest on the cool metal of the handle. With a turn and a small pull, I slowly opened it, hoping that nobody was in the landing. Yet, my hopes went to waste as I entered the refreshingly cool room to come face-to-face with many pack members.

The gossip about my whole angst-filled outburst must have gotten around. Not to mention, my prediction was correct as there was, in fact, a maid bent over the floor, trying to scrub the blood stain out of the carpet.

Of course, people were openly staring at me. So, to seem at least a little more approachable, I waved my hand as a greeting. By this time, I'm hoping that they'll get over the fact that I'm there in the flesh and move on. Yet, as you can already tell, things have a habit of not going the way I hope. So, they keep staring as I awkwardly rock back and forth on my heels.

Eventually, I felt bad for the poor maid cleaning up my mess. After all, it's my fault that the blood ended up on the carpet in the first place. Yet, here I am, watching her as she scrubs it.

"Here, let me do that," I said lowly, moving to kneel next to her and take the wet washcloth from her damp hands.

As I scrubbed away at the crimson stain, I could still feel the stares of the occupants digging holes into my backs.

Spraying more lemon-scented cleaning detergent on the poor, battered piece of fabric, I continue to work my arms into getting the stain out. Now it was fading to a barely noticeable splatter on the flawless bristles of the snow white carpet.

Whipping out the big guns, I squirt a large amount of strangely scented chemicals onto a fresh, clean washcloth that I'd found in the case of supplies. The label was written in some type of foreign language that I was hoping meant that it worked very well.

Grinning in triumph when the stain of my blood was nothing but a memory, I let the washcloth slip from out of my hands and into the bucket of soapy water that rested to the left of where I was working.

Rising to my feet, I turned around to see that everything had turned back to normal. Relief washed over me in a calming wave and my posture could finally relax. 

After retrieving my shopping bags, I began to navigate my way to the room that my father had previously assigned for me. I ventured through halls filled with pictures, paintings, books, and portraits, and before coming to a stop in front of a door marked with the number four on it.

Stepping inside of the room, I took in my surroundings. It was large, with French doors that led to a large balcony. Next to the doors were ceiling-to-floor windows that gave me a perfect view of the forest and all of its mysteries. Pushed up against the eastern wall of the room was a four-poster bed, covered in a baby blue comforter and white pillows. To my left was a simple white desk that held a modern, bent neck lamp. Another set of French doors on the west side of the room lead to a bathroom full of appliances I couldn't even identify.

With a large release of breath, I began unpacking my clothes. I placed them in the walk-in closet that was a few feet away from the beautiful bed that I longed to sleep in. Piece after piece, my thought began to drift to the person who I've been trying to forget about all day.

Adrian Carding.

Just his name sent a dangerous shiver down my spine and throughout my body.

I needed to stop thinking about him like this. He was a married man. To a very beautiful, pleasant person, if I might add. 

I couldn't help but wonder why this all transpired. Why would Adrian marry another woman, knowing she's not really his true mate?

It was extremely rare for a wolf to wed one who wasn't their mate. In all of my time as Luna of the Mid Moon pack, I had never seen such a case. Even the wolves whose mates had passed away refused to marry another.

Thinking of my old pack made my thoughts drift back to Ricky. I hadn't visited him all day.

I'm sure by now he's heard the news and is probably either concerned for my well being or reading ways on how to kill me for my absence. I didn't come to him and tell him about what had happened. The later option was more likely.

Groaning, I placed my face in my hands and sighed. Moving from where I had sat down on the bed, I stepped inside of the closet and shed my borrowed clothing. 

My shoes rhythmically clicked on the floor as I made my way to the guest home where I was sure I'd meet either Ricky or Samantha's wrath. Maybe even both...

I arrived at the door that separated me from the two too quickly and, with a gulp, I let my hand sit on the crystal door handle for a few seconds before twisting it.

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It's kind of a filler, but I promise that it gets really good next chapter.(;

So anyways, as you might have seen, I've changed my username.

It went from MissHutcherson to Kend4ll.

So, if you were to look me up, mention me in something, etc... use this username (Kend4ll) instead of my previous username (MissHutcherson).