Moonkissed

Chapter 1

Allara’s P.O.V. (present day)

Dripping in sweat I crashed onto the soft patch of grass, living with werewolves had it’s, advantages but this wasn’t one of them. Growing up with them, meant that I too had to train alongside them, compared to a human I’d be considered fit as a fiddle but compared to them well, I had a limited supply of stamina.

“Gasping for air already? Come now Larrie, we’ve barely began.”

I swear sometimes I just wanted to murder Aiden, especially during training. Somehow, he always managed to look like he barely even broke a sweat. The look in his forest green eyes combined with his signature smirk, which I have come to find incredibly soothing was now challenging me to reply with a snarky remark. I decided not to give into my childish ways, instead I stood up and made my way towards my bathroom for a much-deserved shower. Nothing beats the feeling of a long, warm shower to wash away all muscle agony which I endure every morning at the brink of dawn.

While washing my long platinum hair I couldn’t help myself from reminiscing my past. Things have changed considerably since my Bloodstar coven days, in fact I’ve never even used my powers since my arrival. It’s not like I didn’t try it just didn’t work, the novice spells of my youth had completely no effect what so ever. My mind often wondered what had led to all of this? Would my life have been different, had I asked my ancestors something else? But then again would I want something else? A life without the triplets seamed unimaginable, especially a life without Aiden. He may drive me insane, yet I wouldn’t want it any other way, we have this strange bond, like we’re linked beyond the physical aspects of life. 

Stepping out of the shower I felt overcome by a force of nature enforcing its will on my mind. This tortures feeling brought me to my knees where a single screech for help slipped through my lips. As I laid there helpless, naked and afraid I felt the energy of my powers flowing through my veins, I felt as though a book was being open inside my mind. Suddenly images, spells and writing flooded my vision. It settled on a page which described a spell completely unfathomable, a spell on how to steal energy and redirect it into another. Absorbed by the allure of this spell, I was unaware of Chelsey’s presence, until I heard her scream. My head cleared of this strange encounter of magic, leading me to grab the nearest towel as I was still naked. Next thing I knew both Aiden and Bethany burst through my bathroom door, each looking equally alarmed and searching for possible threats.  My face must have glowed brighter than a tomato when my eyes locked with Aiden’s, dying felt like a much better outcome than enduring this.

After reassuring them I was fine, I managed to chase them out of the bathroom to get dressed before they started bombarding me with questions. Stepping into my room I found them seated on my bed looking rather nervous. Chelsey looked as though she would burst into tears at any moment, she must have been so scared finding me in the bathroom like that, filled with guilt I engulfed her in a hug.

“What happened?” She asked

“I’m not sure, I think my powers might have returned.”

After explaining what had happened, what I saw and everything they still seamed bothered. I sighed in defeat as I plumped onto my bed, exhausted from the entire experience.

“Your eyes gleamed violet, you know?”

Chelsey’s words grabbed me by surprise, thus I simply stared at her not knowing what to say or do. All of this felt like the beginning of trouble, for there had to be a reason for my power’s return, right? Overwhelmed with my situation I found myself drifting into a peaceful slumber as a means to escape my predicament.

“Wake up sleepy head!”

There was no use in trying to ignore her, Bethany Lanning was persistent beyond believe, this girl could probably irritate the dead into raising just to get her to shut up. Don’t get me wrong I absolutely adore her, but letting go was simply not her strong suite, then again, her rational perspective of our world meant she was usually correct. My hazel eyes fluttered open to reveal the choppy bobbed haired brunette, Bethany with her all to serious, skeptical smile. That smile meant her brain was in overdrive trying to understand the events of today. The bed dipped ever so slightly as she sat next to me, her eyes never leaving mine; sometimes I believed she stared into our eyes until the pieces of her puzzling questions fitted into place. She must have noticed my unease, my fear of it all for she quickly broke our gaze and started jabbering about some boy, the change in subject lifted my sprites from this gloomy day. Our light-hearted conversation soon turned into the conceptualization of a master plan to try and capture the boy’s attention. All we knew for certain was that he worked as a waiter for Fusion café’. With one look in her direction we had made a silent agreement, to go out for the night.

The purple hue of the night sky tinged the atmosphere with mischief as we made our way towards Fusion café’, linked arm and arm, we were going to make this night memorable. Both Bethany and I had decided that this mission would be best if Aiden and Chelsey were not involved. When it came to playing it, cool Chelsey had a knack for babbling all sorts of nonsense that would surely scare the poor boy away. As for Aiden, no one was ever good enough for his sisters according to him.  As faith, would have it be this night just couldn’t be perfect; for who other than Aiden himself sat at the café surrounded by all his friends, including waiter boy. I wondered how long it would take for Beth to spot them, as a slow sigh escaped from her lips, her smile started slipping taking her mood down with it.  We were about to leave when, Aiden spotted us and beckoned us to join them.

Reluctant to reveal our motives for tonight we complied, by sitting at their table. Conversation flowed freely, diminishing our previous awkward perspective of what this would be like. Waiter boy, Greyson had just finished his shift before our arrival and was pulled into Aiden’s group as a tie breaker in a debate between the boys; though he was barely an acquaintance he fitted seamlessly into the group. Greyson’s charming demeanor was quite captivating, each word he spoke practically melted Beth’s walls of rationality, she seemed entranced, a sight scarcer than a blue moon. Aiden on the other hand well, although his body languages was calm and poised the fire in his eyes spoke volumes, signaling me to save Beth from covering up a murder. There was only one thing to do in times like these, fake an emergency; cliché’ as it sounds it was Aiden’s weakness as well as his greatest strength, the need to protect his loved ones.

“Aiden, can I speak with you for a moment?”

Without hesitation, he stood up grabbing my hand in a reassuring manner as he led me outside. My willingness to lie about an emergency was slowly disintegrating with every step we took; his entire demeanor was off.

“So, what’s your elaborate emergency this time?” he asked with a sideways glance.

He knew, the urge to face-palm myself flooded my mind, thus I decided to rather be straight with him. The simple talk I had envisioned was executed like an ever-growing snowball, once I started, I couldn’t stop. My subtle approach was now a complete and utter rant of all the limitations his actions had on the lives of his sisters and even on me. My little chat session had led us towards the outskirts of the forest. I have to admit I found it rather infuriating that he never interrupted me, how could he not defend himself against my acquisitions. Thinking about it perhaps I’m crazy for wanting him to argue, yet it felt so wrong since I knew his heart was in the right place with every decision he took. Aiden simply stared at me once my rant came too an end, running his hand through his hair, making my heart sink in the process. This was so unlike him, usually his actions were precise, thoroughly planned, he always had an answer, he was never unsure. As infuriating  as it might sound he used to tell me that it was his duty to the pack to be precise and plan everything. An alpha needs to put the fate of his pack above all, thus everything had to be planned and executed perfectly. Because of this we could never be more than friends, the consequences it could have on the pack were to broad. We had, had so many potential moments, our attraction towards each other was about as subtle as an elephant trying to tiptoe, everybody knew, yet the consequences made us pull away, never indulging in the potential happiness.

“You know, you can’t protect us from everything. Sometimes we need to make our own mistakes or we will never learn. I’m sorry Aiden, but I refuse to sit back any longer, Beth deserves a chance at happiness. Maybe they are meant to be, maybe they aren’t, either way she needs to figure it out on her own.”

With that he bolted into the forest, try as I might he was to fast, fueled by anger he could not be caught. Never the less I followed him, tracking him through the dark of night. It didn’t take long for me to find a heap of his clothing, he had shifted; letting his wolf run of some steam was probable for the best. Tracking him however was now twice as hard, he could run circles around me in wolf form. Roaming deeper into the forest I was soon brought back to the place where it all began, the water-eyed-maiden, mystical as ever it brought back so many memories along with questions that I tried to lock away. Thinking out-loud I wonder what happened to my parents? Were they worried? Did I do the right thing? I tried reasoning with myself that they would have killed me had I not run, but uncertainty got the better of me, I had given it all up and now I had nowhere to belong. Witches, werewolves even humans, non of them had a place for me, a part of me would always be oppressed.

“Larrie.” His voice dripped with sympathy as he approached me.

I  didn’t turn towards him instead I just passed the heap of clothing in his general direction and waited. He crunched down to where I sat on the river bank, contemplating my destiny. He didn’t say anything instead he just put his arms around me forcing me into his embrace.  I wondered how much he had heard, while silently cursing at myself for thinking out-loud. We must have stayed like that for hours, just silently deliberating our lives until he finally broke the comforting silence.

“I’ve considered our conversation from earlier, about how mistakes need to be made in order to learn from them and well taking it under advisement, that includes us. Not knowing what the future holds is terrifying, but the thought giving you up is unbearable. You're my best friend, but that’s not good enough; I want more, even if it leads to the packs demise, you need to know you belong with me.”

My mind could barely comprehend his words, we have oppressed our feelings for so long, why would he change his mind now? It all seemed ludicrous to me. This could ruin everything, but at the same time it felt to right not to give us a chance. I felt his heartbeat rising raptly for I had not left his embrace, my back was still firmly pressed to his chest, relishing in the comfort of his presence. Call it what you will, but words didn’t seem an appropriate response, thus I merely turned my head toward his and placed a single kiss on his cheek, making him flush, crimson. The moment my lips graced his cheek I was filled with joy and skepticism. Perhaps we shouldn’t tell anyone or at least not until we’re sure things are going to work out between us, besides sneaking around could be fun. Explaining my view of how to move forward in terms of our relationship to Aiden, resulted in most probably the most mischievous, heart-stopping, intoxicating smirk to ever grace this planet. I can’t believe he’s finally mine.