The Blue Moon's Prophecy

Chapter 10 - Waiting

Chapter 10 – Darius’ POV

I look at Lavender as she turns her back on me and walks down the hill. It stings, to see her leave me behind like that. Through the sadness tough, I can feel a sense of unease. Before actually thinking about the cause of the uneasiness I feel, I sneak down the hill, after Lavender. I try to stay as quiet as possible.

Once we reach the tents, it becomes a lot easier to hide from her. I am getting some pretty weird stares from people who see me acting strange like that. But I think it’s worth it to be looked at like that for my mate. From where I’m sitting, I can see her talking to someone who points her into the direction of the forest. He bows ate her and lets her through.

I look up at the sky, where I can see dark clouds starting to form on the horizon. And they’re coming closer quite fast.

Just to make sure my mate is safe I follow her into the woods. I don’t think I have ever before in my life, been so happy with the fact that I’m a werewolf. It makes me able to follow her without making any noise.

She keeps on walking deeper into the forest. Her body language tells me she’s got a clear goal in mind. I can sense the dark clouds getting closer, even though I can’t see them through the roof of leaves over my head.

Suddenly I can see Lavender react to a raindrop, which has made it’s way through the treetops and falls on to her forehead. She wiped it away, but more drops start to fall and eventually it’s fully raining. The wind starts to get colder as well.

But then, out of nowhere, I hear an old woman’s voice. She claims to be Lavender’s fairy god mother.

I must say, I have heard about them. Obviously through fairy tales. But I didn’t think they’d really exist. Then again, most humans probably think the exact same about werewolves: they have only ever seen or heard from them through stories and movies.

From under her coat, the woman that claims to be my mate’s fairy god mother, makes a wand appear and twirls it around a bunch. This small action makes magical particles appear around them and they slowly fade away. I try to run to them and grab Lavender’s arm, but before I can she’s already gone.

I’ve lost her again. Who knows what this woman is going to do to her?

Not that she must have thought any different of me when we first met. I just swooped her out of the hospital when she just lost her memories. She also probably trusts these people more because she used to know them. I could see the recognition in her face when she looked at Lance. The kind of face you pull when you see a friend you haven’t seen in a very long time. It makes me feel slightly sick that she thinks higher of him than me, her own mate. Even though she doesn’t really know that, there have been several times I could feel that SHE could feel our connection. Like  when she stared at me when we were eating, when I pretended not to notice her eyes on me. I did that because if she knew I knew, she would look away. And I didn’t want that. I still don’t want that. I want her to only have eyes for me. I want her to know that I like it when she starts at me, that it gives me a sense of peace to know that she acknowledges my presence and being. But of course, I am way to coward to tell her that.

While I stand there thinking, my werewolf hearing picks up the sound of horse hooves on the wet forest ground. I look around me and left from me, Lance slowly becomes visible through the leaves and the overall haze of green. He looks like someone who belongs in a castle ruling a large piece of land. Not in a forest leading a protest. He IS basically everything I’m insecure about. And he HAS everything I’ve ever wanted. Even though I’m about to become king of the werewolves on earth.

His reassurance that Lavender and him didn’t feel anything for each other relieved me somewhat, but I still get the feeling that he has been lying to me. I mean, why wouldn’t two both very beautiful human beings start a relationship with each other? They have no reason not to!

That thought makes me jealous. To know that I have a mate but she may never be mine because of some stupid protest leader and one of her old ‘friends’.

I follow Lance with my eyes. After some time, he notices me and directly directs his horse my way. As he comes closer, I can see the questioning look on his face. Probably because I am standing in the middle of the forest on my own, looking lost. Lance’s horse comes to a halt on my right side. Lance jumps off as soon as it does. Without thinking twice I start to tell him about the conversation Lavender and I have had ever since he left and how all of it ended up. I tell him about the woman who claimed to be her fairy god mother and how they disappeared in thin air. All the while, Lance is listening very carefully. All he does is nod his head.

“Yeah, I felt that sort of energy from her.” He finally says when I’m done talking. Now I’m even more confused. “What energy? Whose energy? When did you feel it?” I ask him, raising my voice at him for no reason other than nervousness and anxiousness.

Lance motions for me to calm down as he explains: “I have always felt someone watching Lavender. But, in a good way. It was like a motherly, protective gaze that I was feeling. Now I know who it is. What I don’t understand though, why show her who she is now? She could have used the help so much earlier. She has been through a lot, and knowing that fairy god mother of hers didn’t do anything makes me a little bit suspicious. Then again, she IS a fairy god mother, she probably has a good reason to interfere now. Let’s go back to the camp and wait till she gets back. If she comes back at all.” The last sentence, he whispers under his breath, but being a werewolf, I still hear it just as clear as if her were talking to me on a normal volume.

Lance takes the horses reins in his right hand and walks in the direction of the Green Dew Field. I reluctantly follow him.

~Time Skip~

I don’t know how much time has passed by but the sky is already starting to darken. I have been waiting for Lavender’s return on the bottom of the hill she left me ever since Lance and I got back from the forest. Still no sign of her.

Lance has come to me multiple times so far to try to get me to eat something. But the thought of Lavender being away from me and the emotions that I’m feeling at the moment won’t even let me think of food as a priority. Not even when I hear my stomach rumble.

After some more time, Lance’s head pops up again. I’m about to start screaming at him to leave me alone, that I don’t want food. But all the pent up emotions suddenly just burst out. I start to shake and cry.

Lance carefully approaches me and puts a hand on my shoulder. He directs me with him, inside the big tent in the centre. Inside, he sits me down on one of the benches. As soon as I’m sitting me walks away, to just a few seconds later, return with a glass of water. I gratefully take the glass from him, realizing I haven’t drunken anything today either.

When my crying has stopped completely, I finally look Lance in the eyes, with an embarrassed look in my own.

He has seen me cry, what must he think of me?

Lance smiles. “I knew this would happen eventually.” He says, making me look at him with a puzzled expression on my face. That same expression encourages him to explain himself. “Ever since I met you, you acted like an extremely tough guy. But I could see, from the start, how much love your mind and soul held and still hold for my friend Lavender. But you never showed it to her. Hiding your emotions instead of expressing them, can have a huge tole on someone. Especially if the emotions are this strong and actually really important to express, like sadness… and love.” While saying all of this, Lance looks me dead in my red and puffy eyes. Showing me that he means his words. “If you don’t tell her that you love her someday, she will never know,” Lance continues, “She doesn’t know she’s a werewolf, which immediately makes the mate bond from her side disappear. The only way for her to feel the bond is to get her memories back.” Lance advises.

“Alright, so all we have to do, is get her memories back. Then, we can go back home, and I can have the life I’ve always wanted with her.” I say.

Lance raises an eyebrow at that. “You’re making it sound like all of what you just said will just happen in a few days, like it’s really THAT easy to get someone’s memories back. And even if you managed to get her memories back, I don’t think she’d want to go back home with you.” That statement makes it my turn to lift an eyebrow. “Why not?” I ask.

“Well first of all”, Lance answers, “Lavender will probably want to finish what she started here first. Second, she will remember her family, who she will also probably want to visit. Third, she will remember how you two met and as you know by now, she does not like lies.”

How does he know I lied about that to her?

I slap my hand against my mouth as soon as I notice I’ve asked that last question out loud. But Lance just smiles and answers it. “When we met again yesterday, Lavender told me about the black werewolf with the silver eyes. Knowing that you’re a werewolf I just assumed that would be you. Also, hearing from your argument that you had earlier, she walked away from you because she thought you had lied to her. For her to walk away from you because you lied, you must have made multiple lies. Because with her it’s like a build-up. The only thing you possibly could lie to her about, is when you met, because before that, she didn’t know you. So that is  the only thing you could have lied about. Also, Lavender doesn’t know that you are a werewolf, so that also gives away some hints.”

My mouth drops open listening to Lance as he puts the whole story together, like he has been there with us throughout is all. It is honestly a little bit scary how fast this man an get behind the truth and how little information he needs to do so.

My silence tells him that he’s correct because he advises me: “If I were you, I’d be honest with her. You know, she deserves to know. And when she gets her memories back, she’ll find out anyways. So it might be better for her to hear it from you first before she finds out herself. She might think you did not want her to know the truth.”

That shocks me. “That’s not true. I want her to know the truth. I just thought she wasn’t ready to hear it yet.” Lance shakes his head. “The poor girl has been through so much in life already. Hearing that she’s someone’s mate is definitely not a bad thing, especially if you know all the other stuff that has happened to her already.”

“I know,” I say to him, “Ï guess I’m just scared she’ll reject me. Especially after all the time I’ve kept her in the dark about the matter already.” I say looking down at the glass which I was still holding in my hands.

“Don’t worry so much, when she gets her memories back, she’ll start to feel the bond. I just know it.” Lance tries to uplift my mood with his encouraging words. And it works… For a few minutes.  But my own negative thoughts wipe all the positivity away as soon as the silence sets in again.

I put the empty glass on the table and walk back outside. But there is still no sign of Lavender.

Is she even gonna come back?

No, no, I’m not allowed to be negative like that. That’ll only make the chance of her returning smaller, because I’ll lose faith.

~Time Skip~

The sun is almost down at this point. Only a small part of it is still visible at the horizon. I’m still waiting outside the middle tent for Lavender’s return. It has also finally stopped raining. My clothes are still really wet and sticking to my body. Almost like a sticky peace of tape would stick to a piece of paper.

I’m cold all over, but I don’t want to go inside till I know for sure my mate is coming home. In contrast to Lance, who clearly thinks it’s not a good idea to stay outside for longer. He pulls me inside the tent. I try to resist and push him away, but instead of feeling like pushing away another human being, it feels like pushing against a huge wall. Lance sits me down and motions for me to stay where I am.

“I don’t think Lavender would want you to catch a cold.” He says. I know she doesn’t want me to. But I don’t want her to return and see nobody waiting for her. I want her to know I care for her. And because I know she doesn’t trust me yet, I want to start small.

I tell this to Lance and walk back, the pouring rain in. I go to the spot I was waiting earlier and start using my wolf’s vision to try to find her through the trees.