The Gypsy Luna's Beginning

Chapter 7 - Revolution

Maeve

I could tell by the familiar feeling against my body that I was lying on my own bed, and though I was relieved to be back in the present, the sharp throbbing pain in my head made the yelling whispers that I heard sound ten times louder than what they actually were.

"What in Goddess' name did the four of you think you were doing exactly, anyway?!?" My head beat with every word that came out of my Uncle Seth's mouth.

"We were trying to figure out what the hell is going on with your mate, that's what!" I didn't have to open my eyes to know that Jackie was close to getting into my Uncle's face, if she wasn't already. She had no fear of standing up for what she felt was right, and I respected that about her. Sometimes.

"Jackie, you'd be wise to watch your attitude with me right now."

"And you'd be wise to watch yours. Keep in mind that even though I'm a member of this pack, I am so only out of my own free will. Even though I do like you and respect you, I don't have to be here and I have no problem leaving and bringing half this pack with me! I'm not one of your wolves, Seth!"

My Uncle let out a growl that was just a hair louder than their whispering argument, making me try to close my eyes more than what they already were.

"Alright, there's no need to make this an unbearable situation."

"Damian! Not now!" The Delta's attempt at humor was quickly squashed by Izzy. His mate had a full-time job trying to keep him in check. If it wasn't for the pain I was feeling, I probably would have chuckled at his corny joke.

"Can you guys keep it down? My head is fu.cking killing me." My throat was dry and scratchy, and the words hurt as they came out.

"Maeve! Are you ok, honey? How are you feeling?" My dad's voice was soft and kind, but his worry and irritation were evident. I felt a hand on my cheek and immediately knew that it was his. I was happy none of my friends were around to witness how much of a daddy's girl I really was.

"She's fine, Sam. I was there the entire time. Don't underestimate her and stop treating her like glass."

"That doesn't exactly make me feel any better about what you encouraged our daughter to do!"

Great. Now my parents were going to get into a whispering fight. I moaned as I rolled away from them, folding my pillow and pressing it over my ears to try to muffle out their voices.

"Did you not hear the words that just came out of her mouth? She said she had a headache. Get out of here, all of you. If all you guys are going to do is argue, then be gone!" Despite my headache, the man's voice was soothing, and I knew exactly who he was to me.

"Just who in the hell do you think you are?"

"That's exactly where I'm from, bear, and I have a say because I'm, well ...."

"He's my mate. And could you all please shut up!" The last thing I was going to listen to was Jackie try to put someone else in their place. I love her, but I feel like throwing up right about now.

They all shut their mouths, probably linking each other, and I heard my door shut a few moments later as the pain radiated in my head.

I let out a sound that was a mixture of a sigh and a moan as I rolled back over and laid my forearm over my eyes to block out the light from my window.

"Here, let me put this on your forehead, it'll help. And I have a cup of some type of tea or something that your mom mixed up for you." The attractively rough voice was barely above a whisper, just loud enough for me to hear what he said. Despite the pleasure it brought to hear it, I was taken aback to know that I wasn't just alone in my room, but that I was alone with him.

As soon as I moved my arm out of the way, a cool damp cloth was placed on my forehead and the smell of peppermint and chamomile started filling my sinuses. At first I thought it was the tea my mom made, but as he assisted me in sitting up and placed the cup in my hands, I realized the scent had to be him, because the tea smelled absolutely disgusting. Like rotten forest moss or something.

"How's Aunt Rhi?" I forced down a couple of swings of the warm garbage water, knowing that my mom made it for a reason.

"She's still knocked out, sleeping it off in her bedroom."

"Are you the only one in here right now?" I still didn't bother opening my eyes, and even though I knew the answer to my question, I wanted to hear what his reply would be.

"Does that make you uncomfortable? If it does, I can go get your mom and dad or someone else." His voice was a combination of caring and protective, and I loved everything about it.

"No! No. Not my dad. He's already angry with my mom and I. They need to hash things out before I really talk to him. You can do me a favor though."

"Anything."

"Touch me? Put your hand on my forehead?""

I heard him inhale sharply, and he hesitated briefly before he took the cup from my hand and cautiously slid me onto his lap, resting my back and head against his chest as he gently placed the palm of his hand on my forehead.

I didn't even get a good look at this man that I knew was my mate before I blacked out, but at this exact moment in time, the only thing I cared about was this headache going away and I knew that his touch would help more than the damp cloth that he placed on my forehead. Tingles made their way onto my skin from his touch, and they slowly helped to take the pain away.

"So what were you thinking, anyway?" The relaxing sound of his voice made me naturally lean into him more than I was.

"What do you mean?"

"Going back into the past with Rieka, that's what I mean."

"I was asked to help her out, so she could see what it was that she needed to, to help her mind and heart heal."

"You need to be careful doing those things, my dear. There are different levels of the mind, pulling yourself into the past to that degree, you basically can cause your mind to play tricks on you in the present, and your mind is still young and learning. You don't want to confuse it."

"Well, how else was I supposed to do it?"

"You could have just watched it like a movie, you didn't have to dive so far in."

"I guess that's something both Aunt Rhi and I will need to work on. It was our first time and I think our powers fed off of each other. So, what were you doing there anyway?"

He was extremely quiet, not bothering to answer the question that I had asked him. I removed his hand from my forehead, lowering it to my stomach, basically making him hold me in a hug as I laid my hand over his and laced our fingers together. At first his body was tense, I'm assuming from nerves, but he eventually relaxed under my touch.

"There's nothing in this room that's going to answer the question for you, so you might want to start talking."

"Do you have any clue who I am?"

"I know you're my mate, I don't know how I know that, but I do. And I know that you must be powerful because you entered the realm Aunt Rhi and I were in and brought us back."

"I felt your emotions towards what you were seeing. You should never have seen those things. That pack has seen its fair share of death in its existence."

"War and death are a part of life, you can't get around it. There's evil in this world which we can't escape. Wires either get crossed before someone is born, or they get crossed as they grow. Anything with a human soul has the ability to be selfish, lazy, and greedy. To put their own wants, desires, and fears above what is right. But just like there's evil, there's also good, and good will always find a way to win."

He carefully slid out from behind me, leaning me against the headboard as he stood. I opened my eyes now that the pain in my head was almost completely gone and furrowed my brows in frustration. I finally got a good look at the man who had been taking care of me, the man I somehow knew to be my mate. His handsome face was deep in thought, but it also looked sad and I didn't understand why. His eyes were almost black and he stared blankly as he pulled the blankets up for me. A part of me wanted to run my hand through his short black hair and along his well defined jaw line that was covered in stubble. I wanted him, all of him, at that moment. He looked so handsomely vulnerable. Like he needed me, he needed my acceptance, and he'd give the world to have it.

"You are too good for me, and I have no clue why that wretched woman thought it was a good idea to curse you with a mate like me." He slowly bent over, delicately placing his lips on my forehead, leaving a chaste kiss. He turned away from me so I could no longer see his expression and rubbed the back of his neck.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry, I need to go."

As he took a couple of steps away from me, I grabbed the damp washcloth, balled it up, and threw it at the back of his head, stopping him in his tracks.

"The hell you are! Who are you? Why have I never seen you before? And why can I sense you're my mate?"

He turned slightly, just enough so that I could see the grin on his face which filled my stomach with butterflies. "Luke. You can call me Luke."

With a puff of crimson smoke that was so dark it was almost black, and without answering any of my other questions, he was gone. Gone in a way that left me with even more questions that needed to be answered.

"Maeve, are you ok?"

My mom always had the ability to notice when I needed her to talk to, and after the way Luke made me feel, I didn't want anyone with a keen nose around me.

"Are you alone? Can we talk?"

"Yeah, your dad is outside exercising to try to give himself an attitude adjustment. I'll be right up."

The problem with male wolves was their hot temper, always so quick to react. But my mom never backed down from anyone, and more often than not, left my dad speechless.

A few moments later, the door to my room opened and my mom came in, locking the door behind her before she sat down in the chair next to my bed.

"Before you ask your questions and I give you your answers, I want you to promise me that you'll keep an open mind and not pass judgement. Take everything in before you react."

"You didn't raise me to be any other way, Mom."

She smiled at me and slightly nodded her head once. "Ok, whatever questions you have, I will do my best to answer."

"Who was that, other than my mate?"

"I figured that'd be your first question. That's Dis."

I raised an eyebrow at my mom, wondering if she was serious or not. "As in the devil? The ruler and watcher of the underworld?"

"One in the same."

"So when he kept saying he was from hell he was serious, and when he said to call him Luke, it is because it's short for Lucifer. Clever."

My mom let out a little snort. "That he is. It doesn't bother you who he is, does it?"

"No, but it makes sense why you raised me to be so open-minded and not to judge anyone. Everyone has a past, everyone makes mistakes. It's what we all do with those mistakes that define us."

"Smart girl, I knew that you took after me and not your stubborn father."

"Have you always known he was my mate?"

My mom closed her eyes briefly before nodding her head. "As soon as I found out Hecate was my mom, and he said that one of the women at my union with Jo and your dad was carrying his future mate, I had a very strong suspicion."

"So, why can I feel the pull? I don't have a wolf, plus I'm not even 18 yet."

"You're close enough, Maeve. And you're a pretty unique hybrid. I myself am not just a simple witch, your dad has witch doctor blood in him. The simple answer is that because of the powerful blood running through you, it over powers your ability to have another spirit residing in you."

I wrinkled my nose in confusion and shook my head. "What's that mean?"

The smirk on my mom's face told me that was a question I wasn't going to get answered right now. "I guess that only time will tell, huh?"