After almost a whole day of hitching rides, going without food and barely getting a few drops of water into her parched body, Kendra finally made it into the small werewolf town that was Dnakle. She was back in rags now, seeing as at some point she had had to exchange her beautiful clothes for a ride, and now her once bone straight hair had long gone back to its usual curly mess.
She was tired and dirty, and could barely stand on her feet, her own human hunger and her wolf’s completely taking a toll on her, and yet never had she looked more radiant.
It was almost as though her soul— as though her wolf could sense its soul mate… sense that he was near. The joy that welled up in her heart at that fact was so inexplicable that it was crazy.
But she had missed him.
Gods, she really had.
The first thing she was going to do when she saw him will be to jump into his arms and kiss him senseless, promising him with her words, with her mouth, that she would never leave him alone like she had ever again.
She was going to accept the connection the moon goddess had placed between them. She was going to allow him to marry her, she was going to avail herself to all the procedures necessary to ensure that the only family she had left, aside from her nanny, Rhea gets rid of that darned curse for good. Her tummy rumbled aggressively even as she made all those wonderful thoughts.
She was going to have to find food first before she did anything else.
With that settled, Kendra stumbled into the town wearily, all her muscles screaming in protest at how she was using them without fueling them up, but the female Beta continued on. She wasn’t going to find food standing over there at the outskirts of the town where there was no one in sight?
And so she kept going.
Kendra caught a figure in the fast approaching shadows. She raised her hands in a wave, trying to bring herself to yell out for help, but her parched throat wouldn’t let her.
She was too weak, too hungry.
The last thing she heard— the last thing she saw before she was overtaken by darkness was the sound of a horse approaching and the outline of a man, hovering above her, asking her if she was alright.
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Food.
That was all she had needed along with a long, filling pint of water and then some. Kendra was already starting to feel more like herself, but she knew deep down that she was going to feed her wolf soon too if she did not want to turn wild with bloodlust and desire for carnage again.
Luckily for her, the kind, elderly man who had helped her out was wolf too, and so she didn’t really have to hide her symptoms.
“You haven’t fed in a long time, have you?” He asked after a keen observation.
“No. No, I haven’t,” The she-wolf confessed, becoming slightly agitated. Now that her belly was filled and her thirst quenched, she found that she was rather in a haste to get back to what she had actually come here for;
Finding Killian.
And so she said. “What is your name?”
“Saul.” Came the reply, right as she was in the process of standing up. The house she had been brought into seemed to have everything that was needed to be comfortable, but it was also quite shabby and yet, it had a touch of elegance even in its simplicity that Kendra was willing to bet her last dime on it that a woman was responsible for. Being just in the small sized hall, she couldn’t tell if they were alone or not, but since she couldn’t exactly smell anyone else, she was willing to come to that conclusion. “Saul,” She tasted the name on her tongue, “I am very grateful for all the kindness and the hospitality you have showed me, I really do not know what I would have done if you had not stumbled into my life.” She expressed her gratitude, but the old wolf brushed her off. “It’s nothing child. If it hadn’t been me, someone else would have saved you. Besides my wife, Rida would not let me know peace if she got to know that I had seen someone in need of help and not done something about it.”
Kendra smiled at the fond look in his eyes as she watched the man talk about his wife.
Very soon, she was going to be Killian’s wife.
She.
She who had had no plans of settling down anytime soon. Forced into a life that she was completely sure she was in no way ready for.
Oh, but she was willing to learn.
For Killian, she was going to. And she hoped with all her heart that in about fifty years from now on, when he was talking about her to somebody, he would at least wear this smitten look that this old man was sporting just thinking about his wife.
“You want to leave?” She faintly heard the geriatric say, the action snapping her from her thoughts. “Yes…” She dragged out, not sure her next words would yield any result, and yet deciding to shoot her shot anyway. “I am looking for someone. He came this way about a few days ago. Tall, broad, bronze colored with blue eyes… you haven’t happened to chance on him by any chance, have you?”
The man pondered over her question for a while, each second seeming like agonizing torture for the female beta, and then finally he replied, “You aren’t by any chance talking about the Alpha Killian Silvercrest?”
“Oh Gods! Yes! Yes! That’s him. You have seen him around?” She couldn’t control her excitement at knowing that she was so close to finding him.
“Indeed I have. He’s staying at the Alpha’s palace, right in the middle of town. I can take you there if you’d like.”
“Please do.”
How had she gotten so lucky?