I never had the opportunity or pleasure of living in a safe place with a steady family life. I suppose that is why I didn't react strongly when someone broke into the home since I was used to it growing up. People from other species have often entered my former pack territory merely to spray-paint my old house. I used to spend the night in run-down, shoddy hotels and abandoned buildings, and they were always full of unpleasant strangers. Simply locking myself in a room till they departed or giving myself enough time to flee would suffice.
It was different this time. It disturbed me this time. It scratched under my skin as it traveled through my body, causing my skin to itch. My body erupted in uncontrollable rage as it caused my blood to boil.
In his office, there were. There were items being thrown inside by this individual. They were covering up what little of his aroma was still there. The last aspect of his being, his presence, and his soul that I still had and could endure to be close to were being taken away.
The chamber seemed too holy to be disturbed or touched. It still clung to the moments we spent together while he was still alive. When I was close to the closed door, I could still plainly smell him since it had frozen and preserved it to that point. The workplace was unique. It was fully his. I was never in there very much, and until today, it had never served a function for me.
I sprang to my feet and slammed open the door, causing it to crash against the wall. I wanted the intruder to be aware of my presence. To become the hunter instead of the victim, I wanted them to be aware that I was approaching. When I threw open the door, I was certain that the knob had become a part of the wall.
"What in the fuck do you think you are-"
I apologize for waking you up. I apologize for disturbing you.
"Jackson." In addition to signing, I put my hand over my racing heart. "I assumed you were in bed at home."
"I was but for Luna," Shaking his head, he continued leafing through the volumes. "This is so unbelievable," He took another book from the shelf, opened it to a page, and then tossed it aside where other books were lying.
The question "What are you doing?" I questioned, pointing at the enormous mess he was creating. "What are you doing this for, and why won't I believe?"
You'll think I'm crazy if I tell you, she said. He shook his head once more while mumbling to himself, then he put another book in the trash.
Jackson, you're starting to scare me. Just explain the situation to me! Why are you destroying things? He eventually stopped what he was doing and turned to face me with a serious expression.
It concerns your father, he said. For a split second, my rage subsided and my heart stopped, leaving me feeling empty and cold rather than burning.
"He's gone. He is no longer important. I mumbled.
"Megan, he's not dead." As he yanked a large book from a high shelf, he moaned. "We just need to track him down."
You're still making no sense, J-Jackson. My dad has passed away.
Why is he taking so long? He spoke something quietly. "If he were here, it would be so much simpler."
"He? He is who? Jackson, you must begin elaborating. He continued searching through the wall of bookcases while not paying attention to me. Book after book was haphazardly flung on the ground. I sneezed because the air was filled with dust from books that hadn't been touched in a long. I was increasingly concerned as he continued to slur under his breath.
"Jackson, I'm not kidding. I'm scared of you. Who is he, please?
The back of my neck feels warm, and I could really be absorbing some of their body heat. I have never felt more connected to anybody in my life than I did to them, despite the fact that there was a gap between us and we weren't touching. The relationship that had previously been broken had been repaired. Every cell in my body cried out to theirs, pleading for me to embrace them and bridge our distance.
I said, "There's no way," as another tear rolled down my face. It is not feasible. My voice constricted.
No matter how much I needed or wanted to, I refused to turn back. In the back of my skull, a wolf howled and scratched at the edges of my brain in an attempt to escape. Despite wanting to, I refrained from seeing. I wanted to check to see if he was really there, but I was worried that he wasn't and that if I turned back, he would have left. Not wanting to lose him once again.
I am aware, Sweetheart. He returned the whisper. My neck's back hairs sprang out as though they were reaching out for him.
"No." I cried and shook my head. "No, that isn't true. It cannot be true. I resisted accepting the impossibility. That was it; he had left. Knowing he wasn't there would prevent me from losing him again.
Yes, my sweetheart. It's true. I jumped as his voice became louder and his breath touched my ear. Just go backward.
I turned around and buried myself in his chest because I could no longer contain myself. His waist was encircled by my arms, which clung to him tenaciously. My heartbreaking screams were muffled by his powerful chest as they left my mouth.
I could feel his tears dropping into my face and temple as they fell down his naked abdomen, but he didn't seem to bother. His body trembling against mine was the only other sign that he was sobbing. His tightly encircling arms kept me firmly in place and forbade any kind of separation between us.
It felt natural. Once again, I felt whole. It seemed as if his return to my life and his continued existence had healed and restored my soul. As his spirit filled it and returned to its proper position, the void he had created in my heart was filled.
"J-Jason." I wept and squeezed him even more.
I am aware, my love. He spoke to me while kissing my forehead and running his fingers through my hair."I'm sorry; I know. I'm very sorry.