Fated to the moon

Chapter 2: We meet again

CHAPTER 2

We meet again.

Asteria walked slowly, taking deep breaths as she did. She'd been walking for thirty minutes but wasn't seeing a sign of anyone. She was deep into the forest and closer to the forgotten realm.

Just come home, before you get lost it was Samantha communicating with her through the mind link. They had the strongest bond in the pack so it was possible to communicate even in far distances.

“I'm already lost” she whizzed but she didn't want Samantha to hear that. She paused for breath, closing her eyes for a brief second, she felt the pull stronger this time. She gasped and opened her eyes, she blinked surprised at the weight of the force.

Does it become stronger when I close my eyes

What are you talking about? Samantha asked

Quit stalking!

Asteria closed her eyes and just as she suspected, the pull became stronger and this time she decided to leave her eyes closed, trusting her instincts instead of her eyes. She walked slowly through the forest. Chanting the words that her father had taught her in her mind.

I am the forest and the forest is me

I am the forest and the forest is me.

The way became clearer in her mind and she passed through the forest without stumbling or faltering. Strangely enough she knew where to stop, it was as if the elements of nature were speaking to her.

“Hello” she called a little unsure and a little scared. She opened her eyes and looked around, then her eyes caught sight of it. It was a huge wolf lying helplessly on the ground, it was so big and fierce looking that the first instinct she had was to run. She'd never seen a werewolf that big before. she'd never even seen a werewolf before in real life.

It's a wolf Samantha, what do I do?

There was no response

Samantha, Sam!

Asteria shook her head wondering why the connection had been cut. She looked back at the wolf on the ground, it was breathing heavily with a strained effort.

She didn't know why she suddenly felt so sad looking at it. She took a step closer and another, she kept walking towards it.

“It's hurt” she cried overwhelmed by the labyrinth of emotions surging through her.

When she reached it, it raised its head up as if to fend her off but it was to no avail. Gathering courage, she sat on the grass and slowly brushed her hand through the thick hairy fur.

It gave a low howl

“Does it hurt a lot?” she asked, her breath shaky, her fingers trembled as she stroked it. Without a single word she sat there, unsure of what to do. She couldn't lift a werewolf that weighed probably a triple of what she weighed. And she was already lost in the forest. The werewolf suddenly shifted back into human form. Asteria stared alarmed, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets. She couldn't get used to it, it was an awesome sight, but what seemed more awesome was the mysterious stranger that was cradled in her lap. His hair was unkempt and it covered half of his face, with her eyes wide like saucers she gently brushed the hair away from his face. And gasped out when his face came into view.

He was…he was, her hands hovered above his face as she peered at him disbelieving there was someone in all of the Wolverine Kingdom that was that handsome. His perfectly lined structured face, his thick and long lashes. His beautiful lips and his… suddenly his eyes fluttered open and time stopped for a moment. His eyes were as dark as night, and it held the reflection of the bloodshot moon in them. Asteria stared mesmerized by his beauty. He was a beautiful man, the only beautiful man she'd seen. His eyes seemed to warm up in recognition as he stared at her, slowly he lifted his arm with careful movement, Asteria felt her eyes sting as the same emotion she'd felt earlier came back with a strong force. She didn't understand why she felt that way towards a stranger she didn't know. He winced as his eyes closed for a brief second. She looked down on him and for the first time noticed his bloodied hunter's regalia.

“You were shot,” she said, surprised, her hands moving over the wounded area.

When she touched it, he winced.

“The wound isn't really deep thankful…” she paused when she noticed his lips were turning darker. Her heart dropped at the sight.

“It was a poisoned arrow,” she whispered. She had only heard of one but she hadn't really treated one, she was the healer of the pack but had not come across a poisoned arrow case, she only heard about it. And she had heard it killed faster than a gunshot wound.

She stood up immediately thinking of what to do, mama Rita had told her that the only way to treat it was to remove the poison. But how?

“Mister, do you have a knife on you?” She was asking a hopeless question and she knew it, his senses were already failing.

“Whatever that had called me to him please help me save him” she shouted in panic at the reality that she was about to watch a person die in front of her. She pulled her hair backward and closed her eyes briefly. She opened her eyes and moved around the place, searching frantically for something with a sharp edge. It was at that moment her eyes caught his sac just close to where he laid. She moved to it praying silently for a knife to be in there. She found it, it was a short blade knife and it looked sharp. She went back to him getting to work. She tore the leather vest he wore, alongside the other clothings that covered him. She didn't understand where the clothes had come from when he was just a wolf some moments ago. When she was done, his chest was bare, the wound more visible. She hesitated and looked at him. His handsome face was covered in sweat.

“I'm sorry if I end up killing you myself” she whimpered as her hand slowly traced the darkened spots on the chest, she followed the trail of the poison just below his heart. A dangerous place.

She sighed out and without thinking carved a hole just where the trail stopped.

He shouted as the poison oozed out from him, folding his hand in a fist. Asteria saw it as a welcomed development. She waited till it ran out and blood started flowing before she pulled the jacket she wore and tied it on the wound, stopping his bleeding.

When she looked at his face, the color had started returning and she was still unsure if she had done the right thing. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she stared at his face. His eyes slowly came open again and he stared at her.

“Thank you for surviving,” she whispered. He raised his hand slowly to touch her face, his finger brushed the tears that fell, he moved her hair out of her face and placed it behind her ears.

“We finally meet again” his voice was hoarse when he talked, his hands fell away from her face and his eyes closed as he slipped back into unconsciousness.