The Moon, My Mother

Our new roles

*Calypso*

I felt my eyelids flutter as I adjusted to the light, the sleep leaving me. It had been two days since my father had died, two days since I had to bury my only family. I was alone in this world.

"Don't forget about me, I feel your pain too. I lost my father too." I heard Moon's voice crack in my head. 

How could I be so selfish. I wasn't the only one hurting. I wasn't the only one who had lost dad.

"I'm sorry. It's you and me now. We are alone in this world."

I heard her whimper in my mind before curling back up in a ball of fur and sadness. She was the future leader of this pack and the deaths of our fellow pack mates had cut her deep. We could have been out there fighting, helping. But instead we had an important role, the last defender of our vulnerable. Yet this went against Moon's basic instinct to fight and lead, and I know she felt responsible for every death.

Currently we were waiting for the neighbouring packs to come and help. Apparently smaller attacks from the vampire clan had happened nearby and warriors were careful of survivors as they marched towards us. Until their arrival we were in limbo. Just surviving. 

We had dragged many mattresses into the safe room and were taking it in shifts to guard the pack house while others rested and tended the wounded. There was no happiness or laughing. Just silence and grief. Everyone mourned for those lost and battled for the few lives who were still at chance of being lost.

"Cal, it's time for your shift"

I looked up to see Wyatt, the son of the former Beta. Like me his father had passed in the battle. He was a few years older and begun seriously training for his future role. One he may never take now. Wyatt had stepped up however, and had persevered in keeping order for the time being and making sure we were protected at all times. 

"Thanks Wyatt, take my bed and get some rest, if anyone needs it, its you." I said with a small smile as I took his extended hand.

"I, I think I need the rest," yet he looked down slowly, "but I don't think I can sleep. I just see him, the fighting, and him again, now with nothing in his eyes."

"I know. But you can't look after us, what he would have wanted you to do, if you don't rest. So try." 

He lifted his face and offered a small nod in reply, but there was a deadness in his eyes. A lack of energy and will. I knew it would be in mine too, reflected. As he knelt down on the bed and began to take his shoes off I turned away. But not before turning back. There was something Wyatt needed to know.

"He was proud of you, and if he was here, he would be even more now."

With that I turned and made my way out the vaulted door. It was dark outside still, the rising sun not far away. I saw a number of other surrounding the house but we were spread out, seeking peace in ourselves, all of us struggling to come to terms with our new life.

"Moon?"

"Yes, Cal" I heard her soft reply.

"What do you think will happen now?" I asked her. There was only silence as a reply. We both knew what would happen. Our pack would be taken in by the neighbouring packs, split and broken.

Its not we wanted, what should have happened. Yet there was too few in numbers and too little warriors to survive by ourselves. But that was not what I what I asked Moon.

I did not know what we would become now. What would be our place in the world, who would be the people be who surround us, how would we change. I didn't know what change would occur. I didn't want change. I didn't want any of this.

"It doesn't matter what happens, you and I will always be together." Moon said strongly.

She sent warmth and love through the bond and together we flew through a memory of us running together under the bright moon. We would be together, strong and united. No matter what happens.