Accepting Fate (Moonlight Trials Series #3)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Freybelle’s POV

My dreams were full of reruns from what had happened the days leading up to me meeting the strange man. My mother, laughing maniacally in my face as I was held in place by magic. My grandmother, warping and twisting into something I had never seen before. My sister shouting strange words of spells I had never known. Then my best friend… George, being torn to shreds right in front of my eyes. I screamed and bolted upright, eyes darting around at the strange place I had found myself.

“Hey.” A gruff voice called to me, and I was met with beautiful forest green eyes. “You’re ok.” He said and I noticed how gravelly his voice was. Almost as if his voice box had been used too much. Then the scent hit me.

“You’re a werewolf?” I questioned. His eyes immediately narrowed at me. Questions swirling in his brain, I could feel his curiosity. He nodded but said nothing else. I closed my eyes. Great, just what I needed, more mythical beings to ruin my life. Why had the goddess brought me to him?

“Nathan.” He said, not really offering any explanations and I looked at him. He was tall. I was a mere, 5’4 but I knew he must be pushing 6ft. His hair was jet black, not the usual dark brown but pure black. Id had only briefly seen his naked chest, but I knew he was incredibly fit and even now with his T-shirt on I could make out the defined shape of someone who worked out. He was staring at me, his green eyes boring into me and it made me feel uncomfortable because I could feel hatred being shot at me.

“Freybelle.” I answered. His gaze still boring into me. I looked down to avoid his gaze and realised I was wearing one of his shirts and I felt embarrassed.

“You’re not a werewolf.” He said, a fact, not a question. I shook my head.

“Nope, I’m a witch.” I answered, suddenly feeling defensive for some reason, was that why he hated me. His face didn’t change but I could see him fighting a battle internally. Again, the hatred was flowing off him in waves, but there was something else too, attraction? I blinked at him. Suddenly, he got up and strode to the kitchen. He brought over a plate of food and a glass of water, thrusting them out at me. I took them, then he turned around and walked towards the door of the cabin. I sighed; glad he was leaving me alone for a little. However, before he fully exited the cabin, he turned to me, his face dark and angry again.

“I’ll get you some clothes, then you leave.” He said before slamming the door. I looked at it, bewildered. The goddess and my magic had brought me to him for some reason. I needed to find out why. I couldn’t leave straight away. Suddenly, overcome with annoyance, I devoured the food and drink before laying back down on the bed and falling back into a restless sleep.

Nathan’s POV

A freaking witch? I growled in my head. Was someone screwing with me. It was clear she had something to do with the power explosion a few days prior, the same power that had been behind the attempted kidnap of our Luna, years before. I could sense it and smell it on her. I was unsure if this woman was anything to do with the attack though. She looked barely older than a teenager, but that didn’t mean I wanted her around. Witches were all part of something bigger.

Some part of me felt sorry for her though. It was clear he had seen something awful. She had been out for over 12 hours and in that time, she had gone through an emotional rollercoaster in her sleep. Shouts of hurt and anguish and a lot of tears. I sighed, looking down at my hands. I had felt the mate sparks a few times with her but not how people described them. There was no irresistible pull towards her or an intensity to make her mine. Whilst I found her attractive, especially now she wasn’t covered in dirt and blood, she wasn’t over the top attractive to me. I sighed, wishing my wolf would talk to me. He had been prowling around in my brain, refusing to speak on the matter, only offering grunts every now and again.

I stomped to the local village, carrying my wallet and not a lot of anything else. I had planned to get her clothes and some supplies and send her on her way but then I wondered if maybe she did know about the information I needed.

“Good Morning Sir!” I was greeted as I entered a local supermarket. It wasn’t huge, but big enough to stock everything I needed. First, I grabbed food and water, enough to last both myself and her, a few days. Then I moved onto clothes. I didn’t know her exact size, but I could guess she was only a size small, so I grabbed her a pair of jeans, a belt just in case, a plain white t-shirt and a black hoody. Then I frowned, wondering if she would need a coat. I sighed, grabbing her one too, a large dark blue one with a fur lined hood. Then I headed to the shoes and grabbed a pair of boots. I again, didn’t know her exact shoe size but when I had carried her it seemed like she was around a size 4. I grabbed them, hoping they weren’t too small and if they were too big then socks could pad them out. Then I grabbed socks and stopped at the lingerie section. There was a ridiculous section for such a small shop, and I didn’t even know where to start. I dragged a hand down my face. I looked at different sets and didn’t even pretend to understand the sizes. I picked up a lacy black set and my heart started beating out of my chest. Nope, I wasn’t doing it, she could get her own. She would survive without underwear… then my mind wandered to her not wearing underwear, on her own in the cold. ARGH! I stomped to the register and paid for her things before stomping back to the cabin, in a fouler mood than I had left in and not truly understanding why.

Freybelle’s POV

I was awoken by the giant werewolf, Nathan, slamming open the cabin door and then dropping a bag onto me. I groaned as something heavy landed in my ribs and it hurt. I thought I heard Nathan gruff an apology, but I couldn’t be sure, however I did feel a wave of sorrow. I opened the bag to find clothes and shoes, all exactly in my size. I looked at him strangely, but he just busied himself around the cabin, putting away food.

“Thank you.” I whispered. “Is that the bathroom?” I questioned, pointing at the only other door in the space. He glanced to where I was pointing and grumbled a yes. I rolled my eyes, goddess this guy was annoying. I got up and headed to the room.

“There’s no hot water left. I’d needs to start a fire.” He grumbled in his deep throated tone.

“Oh, ok, I will start one.” I got off the bed in just his t-shirt and headed to the wood burner, putting wood in it. Nathan approached me, holding out a lighter but I just grinned at him before facing the wood and mumbling a few words. The firewood ignited quickly, and I turned back to him, proud of myself. His eyes met mine and there was something there that I didn’t understand.

“DO NOT…” He said loudly before taking a deep breath. “Don’t use your magic around me.” He growled, threateningly. I was taken aback at his tone, sure I had felt anger and hatred but he didn’t know me.

“Oh… I’m sorry. I only created a little fire.” He glared at me again before stomping out of the cabin yet again. Ok, there was clearly something there with the magic. Had he been hurt by it before. I closed my eyes and prayed.

Is that why you brought me here? To heal his hatred of magic? I don’t understand.

I sighed, knowing she wouldn’t answer me but would guide me in the right direction. Instead of worrying, I headed to the bathroom to clean myself up and get dressed.

Nathan’s POV

I had to leave before I threatened the girl anymore. The snow was coming down heavier now and I knew she needed to be gone soon or we would end up trapped in this little cabin together. I sat down on a log and sighed heavily.

Why aren’t you communicating with me? I asked my wolf Blaze. He ignored me again and I frowned. He wasn’t a big talker, but he would at least normally give me one-word answers if nothing else.

I got up, hoping she was in the shower now. I hated witches, but the anger rising within me was new. Yes, I hated magic after what it had done to my Luna. The scar and hair had been injured by a witch a few years ago. The coven that had wanted her were overcome by dark magic and had been told they needed the blood of a luna to complete their ritual. Any Luna would have done but ours was the one they wanted. She wasn’t just a Luna but also had alpha blood within her. Many alphas bore sons to carry on the line but there were few females born with alpha blood. However, there was also anger over the fact that I found this woman remarkably annoying. I had no rhyme or reason to at all. She was a witch, sure, but there was no proof she was even part of a coven. I knew there weren’t many lone witches and not all witches were evil. So, the anger at her was unfounded. I sighed before heading back into the cabin and hearing the shower going.

Instead of apologising, I decided to make food for us both before she left. I busied myself cooking a huge stew that could last me a few days. I made sure the pot as hot enough on top of the wood burner ad the water was boiling whilst I began cutting up vegetables. I heard the bathroom door open but the woman, Freybelle, didn’t come straight out.

“Erm… Nathan?” She said in a remarkably timid voice. I grunted a reply. “I forgot a towel.” Oh s**t… There weren’t any towels. I tended to shower and dry naked by the fire by myself. I frowned.

“There aren’t any.”

“Oh… Is there anything I can use?” She questioned, popping her head around the door. I turned to look and noticed her pale, almost white, shoulders. The grime and blood from earlier had hidden the scars I could now see on her shoulder. Without thinking I walked over to her, and she let out a little squeak. I grabbed her shoulder, studying the scars and felt the sparks again. Then I noticed more of the scars, all over her body. She quickly put her hands over her private areas, but I wasn’t interested in looking at her sexually.

Not now anyway. I heard Blaze for the first time in 24 hours and growled. Now he decided to speak.

“Nathan!” She squeaked, moving back against the wall. But I followed her.

“What are these?” I asked, running my fingers over the scars. Something within me felt protective over her all of a sudden. The scars were zigzagged over her body. I turned her around and she gave a little squeal again. The scars on her back were different. They seemed to be letters.

“They’re runes.” I heard but the voice was quiet. Freybelle turned back around and there were tears in her eyes.

“Oh s**t!” I said before remembering she was naked and I quickly vacated the bathroom. Then I grabbed a tea towel and threw it at her before slamming the door shut behind me.

Like what you see? Blaze sniggered and I growled at him.

So, you ignore my questions but talk now? I ask but he chuckled before going quiet again. I closed my eyes and regulated my breathing. I hadn’t noticed her breasts or anything, focusing more on the scars but now I had time to think about it, her skin was soft and pale. Besides the scars she was incredibly toned, and her body seemed to glow with a silver light, similar to the light I’d seen yesterday. I had, however, noticed her extremely tight butt that was round but firm. I groaned, before heading back to finish chopping the vegetables for dinner.

Freybelle’s POV

I was panting hard, tears falling from my eyes. I wasn’t crying due to embarrassment, it was common in my old coven for us to be naked, especially in front of the males when we were doing rituals. I was crying because when Nathan had touched me, I had formed a vision. It was something I had started doing recently and it was the reason I was now alone and without a coven. I sank to the bathroom floor cradling the tea towel. Now I knew why I had been sent here. I had developed the ability to feel emotions when I was very young, however, the visions were only recent. I had been training for my initiation as the new maiden of the coven, a huge honour, when the visions had started. My mother, the literal mother of the coven had loved it and tested how they happened over and over. We had realised quickly that I needed to touch the person, and they needed to be thinking of a memory for me to see it. The visions of the future came o their own and could not be forced though.

I sighed heavily, the tears now stopping. The vision was brought on when Nathan had spun me around, his eyes seeing the runes carved into my back. The memory I had seen of Nathan’s was of his Luna. She was laying on a stone tablet with the same runes as mine carved into the stone around her. She was asleep and then I heard Nathan’s screams as literal black fire began surrounding her. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see any more because I recognised the fire. It was the same fire that had caused a lot of the scars on my body. I got up and used the tea towel to dry my body before rinsing it under the tap and hanging it to dry over the shower rail. I got dressed into the clothes, socks and boots that Nathan had bought me then I exited the bathroom, sheepishly.

“I…” I began, I felt Nathans anger again only this time it wasn’t directed at me, it was directed at himself. “Nathan?” I questioned.

“Sorry.” He grumbled and this time I heard it. There was a swell of sorrow followed again y attraction before anger once again.

“Do you spend your entire time feeling angry?” I snapped before I could even think about it.