Wolf Born

A/N: Again, this story is not edited or finished. Blake. The light of the morning sun crept into my room and onto the mattress, reaching my eyes. A gentle breeze blew in through the open window, sweeping over my sleeping form and tenderly willing me to wake. My eyes squeezed slightly before opening to take in the world around me. At first the light stung my eyes but after a while, I was able to stare up at the panel wood ceiling above. The white sheets had been thrown off my body and one of my hands were resting beside my head on the pillow. A second gust of air filled the room, causing the white curtains to dance in its breath. The wind was cool, having been swept in from over the lake. I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of the air washing over me while the sun’s rays baked my tan skin. Moments later, I opened my eyes just a c***k and slowly balled my fist beside my head. There was such peace, such tranquility in the world around me and I relished in it. There were only a handful of rare moments like these, where the Earth whispered to you and the wind called out your name. I pushed myself into a sitting position and turned my head to look out of the large window. The lake reflected the light of the sun while the lush green grass surrounding it swayed in the breeze. My legs were folded at my sides, bent at the knees as my hands fiddled with the fabric of the sheets beneath me. The forest green leaves of the trees rustled beyond the window pane and the scent of wild flowers hung thick in the air. Subconsciously, I threw my legs over the side of the king size bed and allowed my bare feet to skim over the polished wooden flooring. My crimson hair caught in the breeze as I moved, tangling and twisting in the gusts of wind as my feet planted themselves firmly on the ground. I stood, my hands gliding along the mattress until I stood, facing the mirror and the scenery. Mountains sat in the distance, covered in miles of lush forest. I took a slow step forward, cautious for fear of disrupting the world outside with my movements. When the calming image of outside remained, I allowed my feet to carry me the rest of the way to the window. The air swept between my bare legs and over my arms, ruffling the material of the oversized grey T-shirt that I was wearing. My hand instinctively rose to place my palm flat against the glass when I neared the window. My breath caught in my lungs when my fingertips met with the cold, clear glass, at first lightly skimming it then slowly pressing my palm against it. My feet stopped moving and my eyes roamed over the scene in all its serenity, the image of peace. It caused a calming wave to wash over my soul, settling any storm that resided inside the depths of my mind, any unease was cleansed in that single moment. I heard the bedroom door click open behind me but payed it little attention, glancing in the reflection that the window provided to find Silas standing on the other side of the doorway with a trey in hand “Luna?” his hoarse voice questioned, ringing through the air and in my ears. I looked to the scenery, removing my hand from the surface of the glass and slowly lowering it back to my side “I’ve prepared your breakfast” he announced, stepping into the room and moving toward the small table that sat off to the side. Two chairs stood on either side of it, along with a small vase of yellow roses that sat atop it. He set the trey down and started setting the table for me as I stayed rooted in place, eyes watching the water of the lake rippling towards the banks “Thank you, Silas” I thanked the largely built man. He had the muscles of an ox and towered over me by more than two heads. He was my protector, my guard and the only other person I had been in contact with for the past seven years. He was five years older than me and had been tasked with the duty to train and look after me. He finished setting the table with a plate mat and placed the cutlery in the appropriate places “Just doing what was asked of me, Luna” he brushed it off, taking a seat in the large arm chair opposite the seat I always sat in to eat breakfast. He rarely ever called me by my real name, instead choosing to use my future title to address me “Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?” I randomly asked, eyes glued to the scenery beyond the window pane. Silas looked up at me with an emotionless gaze then turned his head to glance out the window behind him. He was close enough to me for his scent to envelope that of the wild flowers, the smell of a dirt road mixing in with rain filled my senses “It’s the same as it is every morning” he argued, looking back to me which had a small smile making its way onto my lips. Everyone got these small moments of peace but sadly, they always experienced them alone. I lowered my head, hands raising to grip my upper arms “Yes, I suppose it is” I turned, allowing my hands to drop back to my sides as I made my way over to the table. Silas watched me as I moved, not bothered by the fact that I wore only his T-shirt and a pair of lacy red underwear. He’d seen me naked many times before, having had to bathe me when I was sick and having to strip me down whenever I’d fall asleep on the couch then having to carry me to bed. We barely took clothes when going on runs and sometimes shifting in front of each other “What’s on the menu today?” I asked, taking my seat in the much smaller chair and reaching for my utensils as I inspected my plate of food. Silas was a born cook whereas I couldn’t cook to save my life. Baking wasn’t even an option with my bad record in the kitchen. Silas preferred it if I stayed away from that section of the cabin all together for fear of burning it down “A tomato, cheese and green pepper omelet with a side of toast and smoked pork sausages” I nodded, reaching out to cut a small piece of the omelet off for me to taste. Silas sat forward, reaching for a pitcher filled with orange juice to pour me a glass. He set the glass down in front of me as I chewed the small bite and swallowed “It’s delicious, as always” I commented, cutting off another piece and pairing it with a small slice of sausage. Silas nodded and set the pitcher aside, leaning back in his seat and looking out at the rest of the room. It was small, with a dresser pushed up against the wall beside the door with a mirror that hung above it “There’s a rather urgent matter that I must discuss with you” Silas suddenly announced. I continued eating, brushing it off as him needing to head into town to buy more eggs or milk but when he didn’t speak, I looked up at him and found his gaze set in stone with a tightened jaw. I swallowed, licking at my lips and set my utensils down, reaching for my glass “I’m listening” I said before taking a sip of my orange juice. I set the glass aside and picked my knife back up to cut myself another bite of the food. Silas sat up straighter, the material of his black shirt riding up around his shoulders while his casual jeans hung low on his hips “I received a letter this morning” he began, glancing me over to see what my reaction was. A letter was nothing serious since he’d receive them from his family quite often “From your father” my breath stilled, my body tensing and the utensils cluttering down to my plate with a loud clang. My eyes were wide as I stared at Silas who seemed as calm as always. My family never really bothered to contact me apart from my brothers every now and then which made a letter from my father as rare as a lunar eclipse “What…did it say?” I carefully questioned, not sure if I really wanted to know. Silas leaned forward and reached for the back pocket of his jeans, retrieving the white envelope and holding it out for me to take. I stayed silent, contemplating whether I wanted to take it or not. After a few minutes of deliberating, I reached a trembling hand out and took the envelope from him “He’s called you home” I opened the envelope and pulled the letter out from within, folding it open to read the antiquate cursive writing that stained the white paper in black ink. My eyes scanned over the words, reading them with care and caution “he has a meeting scheduled for tomorrow and he requests that you be there” my eyes looked up into the dark chocolate brown depths of his, searching them to see if he was lying or playing a prank on me but there was no trace of untruthfulness. I slowly folded the letter back up and placed it back inside the envelope “Then we must go” I declared, setting the envelope aside and picking my utensils back up to finish my food. Silas watched me with knowing eyes, sure that I wasn’t as alright as I pretended to be. My father had sent me away at the age of eleven to rot away in a cabin away from my family and friends with a sixteen-year-old who was now twenty-three to train and look after me “Luna-.” Silas began, reaching out to cup my hand but I pulled out of his reach and kept my gaze down. The concern in his voice was impossible to miss when he breathed my title so tenderly. He not only looked after me and trained me, but he also cared about me “I’m fine” I declared, mustering up enough courage to meet his gaze from across the table. The words were a lie, he knew it and I knew it, but he left it at that, nodding his head and leaning back in his seat “We leave at dusk” I ordered, going back to cutting my food. Silas leaned his head back against the chair, closing his eyes while he listened to the cluttering of my knife and fork “As you wish, Luna” he remained silent as I finished my breakfast, listening to the sound of birds outside and the rustling of tree leaves. He kept his eyes closed and head leaned back as if he was trying to sleep but I knew better. He was wide awake, assessing me and making sure that I was alright. Once I was done, I stood and started gathering everything on the trey to take back to the kitchen with me. I reached for the handles of the trey, only to have a strong hand clamp down around my left wrist “Let me” Silas insisted, letting go of my wrist to rise from his seat. He picked up the trey and started towards the door but paused to look back at me from over his shoulder “Training starts at nine” he repeated like he did every morning, reminding me that training started the same exact time as it did every other day. He then disappeared down the hall, leaving me alone with my thoughts as I looked down at the yellow roses in full bloom, placed in the blue porcelain vase in the center of the small table. Silas had gathered them for me the day before and said that they reminded him of me. I didn’t question why and instead just left it at that. A small smile grazed my lips at the thought of him, so protective, so responsible. He was my guardian, my shield and no matter what the outcome with my father would be, he’d be there to help keep me safe.