My Beast Of A Mate

Chapter 13: You Were His Only Friend?

Here's the next chapter! Slow and steady wins the race right lol. 

Do you have a favourite character so far?

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Harper Stewarts

I've been here for nearly nine months now. 

Nine months ago I would have called you crazy if you told me that I'd be living among wolves, and happily at that.

Over the months I've learned how to defend myself, and have even won a few of the sparring matches finally. These small victories were enough for some doubtful pack members to change their opinion of my capability to be their Luna, but I still have my loyal fan girl haters. 

Communication seems to be getting easier every day between Ronin and I even though no verbal words can be spoken. Subtle body cues and eye contact can now get the message across, which has allowed Raf to ease back on his translator job. Although, he says that serving his duty that he promised to for his alpha is rewarding in itself.

However, in the current moment I can't understand a single thing that Ronin is trying to say. The only apparent emotion is thinly concealed frustration that I don't know how to resolve. 

Viribus is perched on a large sofa in his office that overlooks an equally as big window. His large tail sways slowly as his gaze travels through the glass and into the expansive green lawn. His strong body sits rigid, which may be one of the only indicators of his frustration to an untrained eye. From where I'm standing I can see a faint reflection of his hypnotizing eyes, and like they say eyes are the windows of the soul. His eyes are stormy, trouble, sad even.

"Vee, what's wrong?" I repeat again into the silence. I'm met with a short grunt that if he were in human form would have sounded like a 'hmph'. 

I try to determine what, if there is anything in particular, Viribus is watching outside. Rafael would be able to translate for us in roughly ten minutes as he was currently held up, which gave me some time to figure it out on my own. 

Padding over to the love seat, I sink into the cushions beside the oversized wolf. Turning my focus to the window I study who's outside and what they are doing. Over to the left there's a small family enjoying a picnic under the shade of a cedar tree, sheltering them from the day's sweltering sun. Farther in the distance there are two young boys playing soccer, occasionally bursting into celebration when one would score on the other. In the middle, there are young teen werewolves who are presumably enjoying the fresh air after studying in school all day. In their group you can tell some have already found their mates, you could practically feel their affection from the three kilometre distance. Finally, on the right, there is a mated couple seated on a wooden park bench enjoying some ice cream. The pregnant female grins at her mate as he feeds her the cold desert before taking a spoonful of his own. He accidentally smudges some on his face making her laugh, and furthering the smile on the man's face as well. 

Everyone is so blissfully in their own happy bubble. I shoot another glance beside me to see which direction he's looking.

His eyes flicker passed all the pack members, but they pause the longest on the right. The expecting couple enjoying an ice cream together. 

My first thought is that he's missing his human form. Missing being able to enjoy a picnic, or kicking a soccer ball on two feet, or even just enjoying a simple ice cream. But I can tell there's more to it.

Releasing a sigh, I settle back into the sofa mulling over my theories. A knock on the office door brings me out of my reverie, which makes me twist to check who's at the door.