Blue Moon Rising

Waking Up

Fate’s POV

 “Are you sure?”

Chaos.

“Yes.”

Pure chaos.

“They were seen heading north.

And I was helpless and cold- ever so cold.

“My sisters are following the tracks and checking for any disturbance in the surface.”

I looked around and saw guards and werewolves running about below the terrace. I stared at one in particular trying my best to listen.

“I will send guards to that area as well.” He sighed and hanged his head over the map laid on the table in the middle of the garden.

The woman he was talking to looked up my way and smiled, I didn’t respond. Instead I looked down at my hand and stared at Ken’s gift.

“Fate?” I frowned and didn’t bother to turn. “You need to eat-“

“Thank you, but I am not hungry.”

“Your mom-“

“If she’s the one you are looking for then I’m sorry, but she’s nursing my injured brother.”

“Fate…”

“Please leave.” I said, trying so hard not to raise my voice. “It’s the least you and your family can do.”

She was silent for a moment, “Of course, I’ll leave this-“

“I’m not hungry.” This time I stood up and turned to her, “No offense, but I don’t trust you,” glaring at her with my puffy red eyes, “any of you.”

With that said, I left the queen out in terrace and walked pass her.

“I know you are hurting and angry but we are family Fate.”

I stopped and turned to her again, “The only family I know is the ones being treated as prisoners. And as much as I appreciate this gesture of letting me roam free, it just gives me more reason to be cautious.”

“Fate, I am sorry…”

“Tell that to my brother who could barely go back to his human form.” I felt the sting in my eyes, “Or to Ken and his grieving family.”

And before a tear fell I turned and rushed to leave for Chance’s room.

Guards stationed outside Chance’s room opened the door for me, seeing my mom lying beside Chance on the floor in front of the fire and dad, in his wolf form, snuggling with Chance and Grandpa walking back to them with logs in his hands.

“How is he?” I asked rushing beside my mom. She stroked Chance’s main with sadness so heart breaking I needed to move my focus on what dad was doing.

“He’s cold.” Grandpa says as he threw another log into the fire.

Mom says, “Your dad can give him more heat, so we don’t need to worry about that. We just need him to shift back.”

“Cold? But werewolves can’t-“

“It’s his body reacting to being forced to shift.” Mom explains. “He won’t stay in bed either.”

“Why?”

“Too far.”

“Far?”

My mom forced a smile, “I think he found his mate, and this is where her scent is the strongest” she says, “his scent changed a bit too… she’ll find him soon enough.”