Lunar Vow

Healing

Two years later

I spent many months torturing myself. As I sit, staring out the window of my bedroom that overlooks the field that had once brought me great happiness but now only brings me haunting sorrow. Today the air smelled of wildflowers and pine, the sky a brilliant blue, wolf pups playing and laughing, not a worry in the world.

The house was so silent, I swear I could hear the water flowing through the pipes. I decided I was going to listen to my mother, I was going to find my reason for living until I could be united with my fated mate.

Going into my closet, I grab out a long-sleeve shirt, jeans, black riding boots, and my leather jacket from the hanger. Walking down the stairs, I tried to convince myself that this was a good idea, that going out and finding a wolf to play with was a good idea. My subconscious was telling me otherwise, but I ignored it as I opened the garage door and mounted my Harley.

Turning it on, the engine roared, and I headed off into town hunting down trouble like a wolf hunts down its prey. I drove until I came upon a small wooden building with a bright neon sign that read The Moonlight Prowl on the top of the building.

Climbing off my bike, I head inside. The air is thick with smoke, silhouettes dancing on the walls like shadows lingering in your nightmares, the sound of glasses clinking together as the wolves toast their drinks. This was not just a bar, it was a playground for the bold, the daring, and those who crave the thrill of the hunt. This was a place you go to when you're embracing your inner wolf's primal predatory instincts. I knew instantly that if I wanted to find trouble, this was the place to do it.

Sitting at the bar, I see two wolves, clearly alpha blood running through their veins. I choose to sit at the other end of the bar away from them, even if I am looking for trouble, messing with an alpha blood is not the kind of trouble I am looking for. Sitting down at the bar, a beautiful woman walks up and greets me. “I’ve never seen you around this place before. What’s your poison tonight?” she asks. “Whisky on the rocks,” I reply firmly, “and make it neat.”

She obliges, and within seconds, she is setting the glass in front of me. “Where ya from, boy?” She asks.

“Not far from here, a place called Silverfang.”

“Silverfang huh? Are you trying to prove something to someone? Y’all don’t usually come out here to these parts unless you are.”

She replied, but I didn’t reply. I wasn’t looking for small talk. “Not a talker, huh? That’s fine with me, neither am I. Let me know when you need something else.” She says as she walks away.

Sitting there sipping my drink, I scan the bar waiting for someone to catch my eye. A few moments later, I finish my drink and wave the bartender down to ask her for another one when something distracts my train of thought: the scent of a warm, musky sweetness layered with a subtle note of roses. Turning around in his chair, a woman catches his gaze. Her eyes are so yellow they are like molten lava, long golden blonde hair that flows around her body as if it were highlighting every jaw-dropping curve on her body, warm, glowing skin as if she were kissed by the sun itself, full lips that curve into a seductive grin, drawing men to their doom.

Her eyes lock with his as if she could read every filthy thought that was coursing through his mind at that very second.

Before he was able to break his gaze, she was in front of him, her scent driving his wolf insane with lust. “Hey there, I’m Kira, and you are?” She says in the most seductive tone you could imagine.

“Fenris, Fenris Steelheart, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He replied, attempting to be mysterious and luring.

“Well, Fenris Steelheart, you looking to have some fun tonight?”

“Well, that depends. What kind of trouble are you offering?” I say with an evil grin upon my lips.

Leaning into me, she puts her mouth right next to my ear. “I'm offering the kind of trouble that leaves you and your wolf begging for more,” she says, her breath hot on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

She motions for the bartender to bring her a drink, and without question, she knows exactly what her order is. “You come here often,” I ask her, presumably.

“Only when I’m looking for a lone wolf to play with,” she says seductively, downing her drink and motioning for another. After a few more, she leans in once more. “You want to get out of here and have some real fun?” She asks, biting my earlobe, causing my wolf to howl.

“Is your bike outside. I think I have a place we can go.” She says as she grabs my hand and leads me outside, the air is crisper than when I entered just hours ago. We loading onto my bike, I start the engine, causing her arms to wrap tightly around my waist. “Where are we headed?” I ask her which she replies,

“My place.” And with that, we head off onto the road, thinking only of the trouble ahead.

We drove down the highway, the cold air brushing against our faces, carrying the scent of the earth beneath us. The road gleamed under the moonlight, winding through the quiet highway that seemed never to end. Stars swinging bright above us, scattered across the dark midnight sky, flying past the trees and mountains beside us. Time seems to stand still with every twist and turn we make, reality disappearing with the invigorating path we follow.

We arrived at a small building at the edge of the town. It was dark, not a light anywhere to be seen except for the small luminescent light right above the front porch. “This is where you live?” I asked her, suspicious of why she had brought me here.

“Yup, this is home sweet home. Now, you coming in or what?” She replied as she walked to the top of the stairs, a seductive look on her face. Without haste, I turned off my bike and followed her through the front door.

Upon entering, it seemed quaint. A small kitchen lined with pictures of her wolf pack, lantern-shaped lights lining the walls, candles on the mantle, a love seat sitting in the middle of the living room with a TV sitting on the fireplace in front of it. “Nice place. You live here alone?” Asking to make sure no one is going to interrupt our “late-night activities.”

“Want a tour?” She says, dodging the question, leading me further into the home toward the bedroom.

Entering the bedroom, she shuts the door behind us. The only light is the moonlight beaming through the window onto her bed. Her eyes lock, shimmering with a fierce, unspoken desire.

The air seemed to thicken, the scent of her wolf driving mine insane, the raw, pulsing energy between us growing stronger with every inch closing between us.

She muzzles my neck gently as if marking me with her scent. Our bodies press against one another, our breaths quickening with every motion, every motion charged with a deep, instinctual passion. Soft growls rumble in our throats, a language only our wolves understood.

She closes her eyes, surrendering herself to me. Our wolves took control, pawing at our souls to be released, begging to let them come out to play. A perfect balance of strength and vulnerability, under the soft light of the moon and stars, the wolves shared a fierce, untamed love, beautiful and wild.