unbroken (unexpected series)

Chapter 22

A/N: NOT EDITED.

Chapter 22 – Walter POV

There weren't many people on this island, and as such, everyone knew each other’s business, it was a very close-knit group, we had to be. There were different chores that each family was given, working together as a whole is how things were able to remain livable. But as chores were shared so was personal business. The people here, wanted order and balance, to return things to what they were supposed to be. The wanted the Royals, they wanted helpful Elders and they wanted beliefs to be reestablished.

“You weren’t lying were you?” Lux asks as we walk slowly – my weakness keeping us – but he asks because everyone here found my rejecting my mate going against the way we were meant to live. Glares from people as I walked near them, ‘rejected his own gift.’ Not all said anything to me, and Lux was one of those that didn’t but there was no way I would even give that question a response. “Have you seen her?” I asked instead, “my Nora?”

“No I met Luna at the door.”

Pushing past the brush, I went over the large fallen trunk, “Nora is on the second floor, first door on the right.”

I didn’t look back at Lux or even thank him, just took step after step in the direction of my mate, Nora for some short months had become my whole life while I was studying in London, and in that time I was the happiest I had ever been in my own life. I found purpose and love, a sense of belonging that I hadn’t experienced anywhere else, but just as I had it; I was ripped away from it. Some days wondering if I had imagined the whole thing, meeting her, loving her, and just like the camera I once own, I would have to imagine snap shots, different pieces of the whole.

I stopped when I entered the kitchen, I hadn’t asked how the Luna came across my Nora, and she wasn’t the troublesome type so how? As far as we all knew the Luna came from California, where did she come across my mate? What as Nora doing in California? Was she searching for me? Was she running from her father? I hadn’t learned much but by the time I as taken I did know that she was running from him. I couldn’t understand what type of man could enforce the type of fear my Nora had, especially when I entered her flat for the first time. A loft, larger than the place that Andrew and I were renting, we were bringing Nora home after she was attacked, from her shopping patterns I had guessed that she lived frugally, but the loft clued me in and confused me all at the same time.

Empty. There was no furniture, only the suitcase I saw her come with, and a sleeping bag, and music books scattered near a lamp and the sleeping bag. Playing it off, Andrew and I lowered Nora carefully to the floor, not mentioning her total lack of any and all furniture, but when we went to her fridge, that was when I really had to bite my lip to prevent myself from scolding her on her total lack of supplies. One box of crackers, half an orange, three cans of beef soup, four bags of chips – that I know she bought from the shop – and one bottle of milk and another of juice. In all the time I had her, I never sensed her being hungry, but after three or four weeks on the island I felt it, ate for days until I realized that it was Nora that was hungry.

Go to mate! My wolf murmured, weak but bringing me back, slowly I climbed the stairs stopping twice for breath, before continuing, until I was four steps from the top, and her scent was coating over me, the walls covered in vanilla, mint and lilac. A smile on my face, I go to knock on the door, but drop my hand, what if she thinks I left her? And the smile vanishes.