ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅ ʟᴜɴᴀ ✓ (#1 ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴜɴᴀ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄʟᴇs)

Chapter 2🏵

"WHAT?!"

Annaliese winces as she bites down on her lower lip. "How is he here? What is he doing here?!" Mark screams.

Honestly, that boy is a walking microphone, Annaliese thinks to herself.

"So where is he?" Matt asks calmly. "Well, he's at alpha Cedric's house," Eric replies.

"Bet he's here to look for his mate, the poor woman." Mark laments.

Not that It's his problem. I mean if you think about it, she's the mate of the most feared werewolf, the blind girl goes on with more thoughts in her head.

Talk about the respect.

Annaliese rolls her eyes at him and asks, "Why do you say woman instead of lady?"

"Oh, I heard he's like forty-something."
"No, he isn't." Matt counters back.

"He's probably in his late twenties."

"Annie, why aren't you saying anything?" Eric ever the sweet brother asks her. The eldest has the lightest shade of blond hair amongst the Dayton children. While Eric's hair is butter blond, Annaliese's hair is diamond blond which Mark seems to also get from her while Matt has sunflower blond. All her brothers possess ash gray eyes while hers were slightly lighter, giving them a silver color.

"I don't know what to say, Eric, I guess he's intimidating and all..." She shrugs, eyes darting here and there. "I hope he finds his mate here so our pack can rise in status." She adds.

Erickson sighs and touches her shoulder. "You barely talk about mates sweetie, I thought girls blab about finding their mates." He interrogates her.

"Not for me Eric, no wolf wants a blind mate. I think I'll be better off without a mate besides I don't have friends to gossip with." She counters.

"You're wrong, you're a great she-wolf and any he-wolf would be very lucky to have you as a mate."

Annaliese gives him a small smile. "I know you're saying that because I'm your sister but thanks."

"No, I'm not," the older brother denies.

Annaliese smiles as Eric kisses her forehead and leaves then Mark pulls her to his chest and hugs her while Matt plays with her hair. "Stop it, I'm not a baby," she whines, trying to push them away. If one saw them, one would think the blind girl was the last child.

"You're our baby." Matt pinches her cheeks.

"I'm two years older than you." She tries to swat his hand away.

'Kids, come down for dinner.' Their mother mind links them as they all run downstairs. Yes, Annaliese included. Don't worry, she won't run into anything. She has been living in this house for eighteen years.

Annaliese smells rice and fish sauce. Dashing for a chair, she waits for her food. Their mom laughs softly as she serves them. As soon as they all sit down to eat, the twins start withering in pain. They collapse on the floor, convulsing.

Then it occurs to the mother that tonight is the full moon and it is their first shift. Just like heats and ruts, every werewolf child has their first shift between the ages of sixteen and seventeen. Some early bloomers can shift as early as fourteen and late bloomers can shift as late as eighteen to twenty while very dominant alphas can shift prematurely at twelve, ten even.

Her father and her older brother carry the boys who are still struggling into the woods as Annaliese and her mom follow behind. She places her hand in her mother's as she (mom) drags her (Annaliese) along. Eric and their father place them on the ground while they all watch, well Annaliese couldn't so she just listens to the cracks of their bones as they reform. For hours, the family watches intently as their youngests shift into their new body structures, their mother crying in happiness.

Annaliese shifts into her dark brown wolf which spotted patches of white on her paws so she could get a look at her brothers. The female can only see objects' outlines since she's seeing through Cresent's eyes. She sees two average wolves in front of her whimpering and she moves closer slowly as newly shifted wolves tend to be dangerous.

The twin wolves growl lowly, warning her to back off. Annaliese stops before stretching her front legs out and raising her hindquarters in the air. The wolves recognize this playful gesture as they seem to acknowledge her as a friend so they study her, move around her, sniff her and then finally lick her face.

She rubs her snout in their furs and raises her two front paws in the air. They both cock their wolf heads to look at her, confused. She nudges them with her head towards the woods before they finally get the hint.

They both take off into the woods while Annaliese mind links her parents and Eric that she would bring them home then she sprints after them. They chase one another, running around in the woods and howling. They run into some epsilons on duty as she introduces the boys' new wolves to them.

After a while, she hints to the boys that it was time to go home and they start walking beside her, one on each side.

They are almost home when a delicious scent hits her nostrils. She raises her snout in the air to sniff and a light scent of chocolate mixed with the smell of fresh morning after rainfall invades her snout.

"MATE!" Cresent shouts happily in Annaliese's head. Of course, it's mate, who else can make her always put together senses go wild?

She pushes the boys by their flanks in the direction of the house and watch them as they run into the house while she goes in search of that wonderful scent. Annaliese walks back into the woods and starts trotting excitedly towards the scent, her heart running faster than her legs.

Is this it? Will I finally meet my mate What will he be like?

Lost in her nervous yet happy thoughts, she collides into something rigid but with soft fur. The female falls on her side, whimpering from the impact of ramming into an arduous coat of pelt. She looks up to see the outline of a big wolf standing in front of her. A huge one actually and the wolf looks at her with its deep orange eyes and the realization hits her.

This big wolf is her mate!

Said wolf circles around her checking her out. It picks her up by the scruff of her neck and drops her gently on the ground before sniffing her butt. She jumps in surprise and it growls.

Within ten seconds, the huge wolf changes into a man. Annaliese couldn't see the mountain of a man standing in front of her, she couldn't see the naked man with rippled muscles, silky black hair, and a roman nose who is also spotting eight-pack abs. The man furrows his eyebrows in turmoil before his deep voice resounds in her ears.

"Shift." He says.

His voice is so hot and sexy and hot and cu–, she thinks to herself, her wolf's eyes trying to make an outline of his appearance.

The scent of chocolate in the air is sickly sweet making her salivate yet his fresh morning smell calms her down.

"Shift." He says harder this time.

Before she can even think about her action, she shifts back into her human form and stare at her toes, not that she can actually see them anyway.

"How old are you?" The man studies the lady before him and sees she's still budding so he asks her.

"Eighteen," she answers not meeting his eyes.

"You're young." She may not be able to see him but she could hear the hardness and hostility laced in his voice.

"Look at me." He demands and she looks up at his face. He takes her face in his rough hands and stares into her eyes. She opens her mouth to say something but he beats her to it.

"You're blind."

She nods her head as she feels him stare at her, conflicted. Then he lets out a breath of irritation and he speaks up again not giving her the chance to reply. Annaliese's eyes widen at his words.

She hears her mate shift into his wolf and runs into the woods while she's left on the spot pondering over what he said.