As I paced the room, my heartbeat pounded in my chest, and a buzzing sensation of nervousness coursed through my veins. My hands shook as I did so. My body was buzzing with excitement and worry, which sped up both the rate of my pulse and the pace at which I was breathing at the same time. I'm terrified of this feeling and this sensation at the same time. Because I had never seen anything like it before, I immediately plunged into a state of terror as I felt my stomach turn upside down and my heart started to race.
I could hear their hasty, heavy footfalls hammering each step as they reached me, and I could see them approaching. The forceful hands that were pressing down on my shoulders brought an end to my pacing. My body and face were scanned by wide green eyes, and then they rushed up to mine in a startled expression.
What exactly is the problem? Are you feeling okay? As his hands traveled up and down my arms, they sent part of their warmth back to me in the process. As I stepped into his embrace and placed my palms on his chest, the shaking in my hands began to gradually subside.
"I felt apprehensive and dizzy, both of which contributed to my feeling afraid. I had never been in that situation before, so the unknown filled me with dread. I am sorry if I caused you any unnecessary anxiety. So, what exactly are you doing this morning? It's getting close to two in the morning. Both his naked chest and his eyes, which were still blurry from sleep, were visible.
I was unable to fall or maintain sleep. I was giving too much thought to the situation, and it had an effect on me. As he muttered to me and drew me closer, I pressed myself against the warmth of his body even more strongly.
The query, "What on earth were you thinking about?" The sound of his deep voice caused my pulse rate to quicken and caused me to bite the inside of my lip.
"We are getting closer to the ceremony. Simply considering it gave me a rush of excitement, but the more I got closer, the more anxious I became. It was a source of concern to me that anything may happen to you while you're abroad. It's possible that the pack will decide that they don't want me to be their Luna since I've stirred up such much trouble here. While at the same time, I was happy, I was afraid, and those anxieties led to my panic.
Because he was stooping down and applying pressure with his hands to the backs of my thighs, I leaped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I did this because I was afraid that he might hurt me. He carried me down the hall and sat down on the couch with me still perched on his lap. He then went away. I was given a penetrating kiss on the forehead as if his touch could eliminate the bad notions that were always going through my mind, and it felt just like that.
"I want to reassure you that everything is going to be okay. While I am out hunting, everything will be well here at home, and the pack will gladly welcome you as their new Luna. He boasted in an arrogant manner. "If they didn't want you to be their Luna, they wouldn't have fought for you in the first place. They would not have sided with you under any circumstances. You are acquainted with me, as are the members of my organization. They look up to you as if you were born to be their new Luna, and they praise you constantly.
"Really?" he asked. I inquired, making an effort to hide the uneasiness that could still be heard in my tone of voice as much as possible.
Undoubtedly, they do so. I would never have lied to you about anything. My back, from the top to the bottom, received a soothing massage from his hands. As a result of those up-and-down movements, my shirt had lifted somewhat, and now that his hands were stroking my exposed skin, I felt a chill go down my spine.
"Are you Jason?" Are you able to regale me with a story? I asked him the question while looking at his neck.
What is it that you are hoping to hear? He asks this question while running his fingers over my hair.
He paused for a few seconds, thinking, "You choose," before letting out a big breath.
"Once upon a time, there was a very little bird that was unique in comparison to the others. In addition to being little and having a reputation for being fragile, she was also deathly afraid of being in the air. Following his adjustment to our position, we were lying down. The other young birds made fun of her for it when they saw her doing it. They would eat it before she could complete her course, which was really frustrating. In addition to that, they would scratch her until she bled. much worse, they would pluck her feathers and tell her that she was feeble and unsightly. This would make her feel much worse.
When it was time for the baby birds to learn how to fly, she raised an objection to this. She seemed to be in even worse shape as the other young birds mastered their new abilities with relative ease. She was disapproved of by her parents, who were the ones responsible for raising the young birds that were able to fly, and as a result, they stopped feeding her. She was finally kicked out of the top school, which brought her to a total and utter standstill on the earth.
Were you able to save the tiny bird?
She had no problems at all. While she was lying on the ground and yelling and screaming at her parents, they did not pay any attention to her. Other animals heard her cries and quickly rushed to her aid when they heard them. After that, she became friends with the friendly bunny. He helped her develop her strength over the course of several years, and guess what happened?
"What?" I allowed him to caress my face and the eyelids that were now closed, but before he did, I made sure to shut my eyes. She overcame her fear of flying, and as soon as she did, she hiked to the top of a hill and leaped off of it. At that moment, she started her training to become a pilot. At that very moment, she understood what it meant to be free." ................................................................
The next morning, when I awoke, the bed in which I had been sleeping was devoid of any warmth and was covered with dirty sheets. My clothing from the previous night was no longer on me when I woke up this morning. My top and bottom were missing, and one of Jason's shirts was wrapped over my torso instead.
The throbbing in my usual spot was a clear indicator that it was time for me to transform before my wolf grew too anxious. I hadn't given her permission to leave the house in a very long time. As a result of this, I had no choice but to get up and get ready for the day.
As I made my way downstairs, Jason was already putting the finishing touches on the breakfast spread. When I observed a third plate that was empty and an extra set of silverware in front of one of the chairs, my eyebrows wrinkled in confusion.
Good morning to you. He chirped just before planting a kiss on the top of my head.
"How are things going for you?" I responded to his call as he was wrapping up the cleaning of the room by moving about in it. I found him to be somewhat peculiar. Because he was too energetic to eat his regular breakfast, I often found him in bed with me when I woke up in the mornings.
"Would you mind coming over here?" While he was taking my hand, he said. "Let me show you something that I've been working on." He finally came to a halt at the front door after pulling me through the house and escorting me out of the kitchen.
"You wanted me to see the door?" I asked. I inquired. I couldn't help but wonder in amazement. This morning, it was obvious that there was something wrong with him, and I started to become anxious about it. He shook his head and grabbed hold of the doorknob as his hair fell over his eyes. His eyes were covered by his hair.
He smiled and wished her a happy birthday as he opened the door for her. "Happy Birthday, Sweetheart." At first, I did not understand. My birthday does not occur until the latter part of the summer, therefore there is no way that it could be on that particular day. The spring season has just about reached its halfway point. I repositioned myself to face him and furrowed the bridge of my nose.
When a person claims, "It's not me-" My thoughts and tongue were jumbled as I glanced at the open doorframe, and as a result, I was unable to communicate effectively. A man was seen there standing still while carrying a little item that had a bow tied around it and was wrapped in green paper.
His hair was a chocolate brown color, and he had a few strands of gray scattered throughout. Although he wasn't nearly as tall as Jason, he possessed a strong and sturdy build. He had a paler complexion than the natives, which had developed a few more wrinkles as a result of his advanced age. He was not a part of this pack in any way, shape, or form, as shown by the fact that I do not recall smelling him. As I struggled to figure out why he was even there, my eyes probed him thoroughly, taking in every feature of him that I could not recognize.
My eyes slowly moved upward till they finally landed on his face. His features were the same as mine, and he peered into my eyes with a set of light gray eyes that were soaked with tears. I was so shocked that I had to take a step back, and my eyes widened as I went still.
"You are responsible for it," He spoke in a mumbling way.