Long lost Luna

Fly on the wall and cage in the mind

David’s POV:

After being up all night I had to rest for the morning so that I can be at the top of my game for Kate. It’s shortly after lunch time and I arrive back outside Kate’s apartment. Jackson is immediately on edge, for several reasons. The first thing I notice is the scent of another wolf lingering around her place. Mostly around her windows. It’s not fresh or strong but it’s there. Rotten garbage smell…Rouge. Jackson and I both bristle at this and we are immediately much more on alert. What in the world would a rogue be interested in her for? The next thing I notice is how much commotion is going on inside her apartment. My heightened wolf hearing makes everything almost too loud. I can hear her kids screaming, I can hear her asshole *ex*husband, as I decided to call him from here on out, screaming at her. I can hear her sobs and shaky inhales.

*Protect Mate. Comfort Mate. She needs us!*

Kate’s scent carries so much emotion right now. It takes everything in me to hold Jackson back. My eyes flashing from green to black and back again repeatedly. I hate that it’s happening behind closed doors. In a public place this sort of this would likely work to my advantage as I could actually step in and be her hero. But I can’t just barge into her apartment as a knight in shining armor. We need to figure something out though because we do need to get her out of there and home safely with us as soon as possible.

Suddenly I can feel her surge of anger and her fierceness overlapping her pain and then just as quickly I feel intense fear from her. She’s having a panic attack. I can hear the slime-ball continue to be ugly with her while playing the victim. Jesus what did she ever see in him? Not that I’m judging her but holy hell this guy doesn’t even deserve to be called a man. Even worse still I can hear when she starts to comfort him and apologize to him, calling herself a monster and her telling him she deserves to go to jail. She’s placating him to the extreme. That level of self deprecation and over the top apology is a learned coping skill. She may not even realize what she’s doing but she’s trying desperately to keep herself safe by doing whatever it takes. My heart breaks for her. She deserves so much love and joy.

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Several hours later I watch as the asshole comes strolling out of their apartment. Looks like he’s going somewhere. Hopefully he’s gone for a while. She needs a break. As he gets in his truck to leave the tension lingering in the air drops a degree. The sun is starting to go down but it’s still early. So when I hear her bedroom window open and her scent wafts out at me I have to duck behind a tree to not be seen looking like a creepy stalker. The next thing I know her scent mixes with a skunk smell. Is my mate smoking pot? I chuckle to myself as I peak my head around the tree and catch a glimpse of her smoking a blunt while hanging halfway out her bedroom window. Honestly, good for her. At this moment I hope it can bring her some relief.

I watch and listen intently and as I see more and more of her, as if I’m peering into her soul. She’s cleaning her kitchen, soft music playing and she’s singing along with the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard.

These days, oh, the world doesn't sing to me quite how it used to

See, this life is a touch too damn much for me

Maybe that's meant for me

'Cause I know there's a room where I'm happy

But I can't find my way to the door

Tell me who wins the war 'tween my heart and my head?

I forgot what I'm suffering for

I surrender to dark, when it all falls apart

At least I won't have to pretend

And I know there's a room where I'm happy

Let me in, let me in

She listens to music that matches how she’s feeling.

*Mate is a wolf*

What? What are you talking about Jackson. That’s impossible. She’s human. She hasn’t sensed us once, not our mate bond, not our scent. She hasn’t shown any signs of heighten senses that all werewolves have. Why do you think she’s a wolf?

*I can sense her wolf. She’s buried deep. I don’t think she and her human are connected at all.*

She’s almost 30 Jackson. If she was a wolf her and her wolf would have connected long ago. And even in the rare circumstance that they couldn’t connect, her wolf would then have died. You must be wrong.

*No. You’re wrong. There is a way that her wolf could have survived without them connecting. Sometimes, wolves that don’t know they are wolves don’t react well to having another voice and presence in their head. Out here in the human world, they often end up labeled with a mental illness and started on medication that silences their wolf. But it works in a way that acts as a sort of hibernation. It protects the wolf spirit from deteriorating even though the mental barriers between wolf and human are fortified. Thicker than I’ve ever heard of it being before. I believe we will find a long history of mental health medications in her records.*

The new information hits me like a slap and I call Beta Sawyer to get him to dig into her medical records. What am I going to do about this? I need a plan, and quickly. I don’t think my long game plan will work and I need her safe now. I cant keep watching her be hurt. So I decide now’s the time for action. This will likely bite me in the ass later but right now I don’t care. I’m taking her and her kids back to my pack tonight. I’ll get her there by whatever means necessary.