A New Home, New Begins.
POV: Second Unknown
My f*cking wolf has been angry with me for sleeping around, he wants his mate. I don’t know what he wants from me. I can’t conjure up a f*cking female that smells like wildflowers and berries. That’s what I imagine she will smell like.
I have to admit, I said I was okay with sleeping around but we need a Luna. My pack needs a Luna, I feel this is the only way to fully rebuild what was once was our home.
My wolf has never been this concerned with having a mate, but almost two weeks ago he started in on me. It was like something snapped in us both. I’m not sure what it was but it happened.
We started clearing out the ashes and old torn-down buildings. It still smells like everything was burnt yesterday, I don’t think I’ll ever get the image
