A New Path
When noon did come around we had indeed finished two halves on each side the middle still ghostly white. "Are you hungry, my female?" He asks whilst standing on his tiptoes to reach the edge at the head of the wall. My eyes find the way his shirt rises to bare his flesh to me. I shall acknowledge it, I am craving him. I should have asked him to remove his shirt, making up a stupid reason for it. He would have believed me anyway and abided by my wishes. Perhaps that way I could have enjoyed our painting session even more.
"Yes." I answer him waiting for his eyes to meet mine.
The tip of his tongue seeps out his lips as a sign of how engrossed he is with the chore. I think he is truly enjoying himself. "The females made us some chicken stew and bread. It is in the refrigerator, would you mind heating it for us?" He asks diving down back on his feet peering straight at me. There are no more white spots left at the edges, he has stained them all with perfection.
I give him a nod in acceptance as a deep frown washes over his face and he takes a curt step towards me. "What? What is it?" I move back with a stumble, eyes unwavering from his. Why does it seem to me he possesses the eyes of a predator? My heart picks up pace as my tongue slips out to lick my lower lip with anticipation.
His arm reaches forward towards me, palms hold my face gently. A soft titter leaves his lips as his thumb wipes the side of my cheek. What does this male find amusing?
"You had black paint on your cheek, mate." He utters whilst wiping his hands on a wet cloth. He has paint stains as well not on his body but his clothes. He needs to change. Peering down at myself a low exasperated sigh makes its way out of my mouth. I need to change as well.
"I shall go heat our meal." I mutter turning around striding to the small open kitchen. Deimos had taught me how to use this stove, it was not electric that I often used but a gas stove. There was a lighter by the side to start the fire. It was intriguing for this cabin was the only place that possessed such a stove.
The refrigerator is small, one fit for perhaps merely a few groceries and dishes. I do not think he ever imagined that one day he would share this place with his female and his pup. But he did speak of buying a new fridge, big enough to fit more. Carrying the cold stew I pour it into a pot on the fire. What do I do with the bread? It was kept outside but it is not cold, perhaps we can eat it as it is for the stew shall be warm.
"Remember low or medium heat. Do not have the heat on full." He utters from the room.
"It is on low heat." I state back. Simply put, it is a lie. He knows me well. Twisting the control knobs I reduce the flames to low heat.
Leaning upon the counter my palm placed over the marble I stir the stew waiting for it to bubble up. The sound of his nearing footsteps has my ears perk up and a swift glance I give him. He pulls open the upper cupboard to extract some bowls and spoons for our meal. There is slowness and excitement to his actions as though he were truly happy. This would be the first proper meal we shall have together after a long time.
"I shall toast the bread for you if you'd like." He says his back turned to me as he arranges the cutlery upon the table. He even has a vase of fresh flowers in the middle, which adds to the welcoming aura.
"No, it is all right." I whisper back. This situation scares me but it also calms me. It feels as though things had never changed between us. There is a natural feeling of this environment, me by the stove him preparing the table. If Kal were here, one would think we are a family. An actual family. I smile at the thought looking down hiding it from his eyes.
He peeks at the stew from over my shoulder right palm raised to slowly settle upon my waist. I take a deep breath in as he lifts the spoon to his lips licking it to taste. He gives a nod in satisfaction then he dips it back into the pot again. Lifting the spoon he blows on it to soothe the heat and brings it to my lips. He offers it to me. Bending down I take some into my mouth chewing on the juicy tender pieces of meat.
"Do you like it? If not, I have some spices to add more flavour to meet your taste." He mutters eyes eagerly searching mine for my answer.
"Then what if it is to my taste and not yours?" I ask. A gentle smile gleams on his face. A beautiful smile where his eyes smile with him.
"I shall eat it if you like it, my female. That is all that matters."
"I like it as it is." I remark moving past him striding to my seat. I do like it, it is not that flavourful but not that bland either. It has its unique taste and the bread shall go well with it.
He brings the steaming stew and pours it into my bowl first. An act of a provider. After filling his bowl he tears the bread into small bite sizes and passes them to me so that I can eat with ease. He takes his first bite swallowing down the softness of the stew and bread combined whilst I am quick to follow.
I did take two more fillings, I offered him my empty bowl and he refilled it with no hesitation happy that I am eating well and to my heart's content.
"I wished to talk to you about something." He declares whilst wiping his mouth with a napkin. He has finished his meal not taking any more.
"What is it?" I ask my eyes never leaving his as I gulp down my water. My belly bloated with fullness I am warm and content. Relaxed I peer up at him who looks at me with determination.
"The traditions my pack possesses, I would like you to go through each one of them with me. I wish to change them, for a better future. For our male." He says emeralds cool and glorious as he regards me. He has made up his mind on this, he shall change their ways despite the chaos that shall erupt once more.
Silence consumes us for a few minutes, my thoughts taking a hold of me and him waiting patiently for my response. I hadn't expected this, even if he wished to change the ways of this pack I hadn't expected him to come to me seeking my opinions.
I am the outsider here, my beliefs of what is right that will break down their ancestor's traditions shall perhaps push the pack further away from me. Their eyes may see me as evil and not sent from the moon. But what he is doing is neither for his sake nor mine. He is doing it so that Kal could have a better future, a changed rising pack to hold as his.
The elders shall not live that long to stand in Kal's way but if Deimos and I do this together we can kill the fire right away and not get our male involved. This could be the beginning, the beginning of Kal's canvas.
"I shall do it with you, Deimos. As Kal's mother. As the Luna of this pack and as...your mate." I look away from his gleaming eyes as I utter the last words. I acknowledged that he is my mate. And that is all I shall say, I will not go furthermore.
Chewing on my bottom lip waiting for his overwhelming emotions to explode within him whilst my eyes peer outside the windows. My cheeks burn with the words I have uttered. It came out with no hesitation, an instinct to claim him as mine.
But he speaks no words rather he stands up swiftly his chair pushed backwards. He saunters to where I sit and offers me his palm. "Now that you have said I belong to you, I think it is only right you let me see her." He whispers.
"You wish to see her, now?" I ask confused about his request that came out of nowhere. My wolf is quick to awaken from her deep slumber to his words. She jumps around her tail wagging with her excitement to see her male. He nods to me and offers her a flash of fang to show he recognizes her presence and her wishes. She begins to whine pushing barriers asserting her dominance on me for control. She wants to see him as well. It is a mutual want between them.
Getting up I give him my hand that he holds onto with gentleness as he guides me outside the cabin. Our steps are slow and calm noses often jutting up into the air to breathe in the freshness of nature.
"And what of your wolf?" I ask.
"No. Today is my day with her. He can have his time with her another day." He answers as he takes me further into the open fields. This way she can have all this place to run and enjoy herself. My heart pounds with overflowing excitement. It is not mine but hers. Her male has asked her presence, this itself makes her love him even more for he acknowledges her and seeks for her.
He finds a place to sit upon the grass, spreading his legs wide he waits for her arrival. Deimos is patient not demanding me to shift. He gives me time. He gives her time. But time is not what she needs for she is quick with stripping the reigns of control from my hands that I had eased.
I am pushed to the ground by the force she inflicts upon my flesh, her excitement is unbearable. I had kept her at bay away from him after all so I understand it. She breaks through her bounds and surges from within me with no warning, my spine shifts and my bones crack and protrude through flesh.
Deimos watches my transformation with awe as though he found this to be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her birth. There is swiftness in our shift as she manifests and makes herself known to his eyes. His smile widens his teeth on display as he spreads his legs farther from the other.
"Come here, my female." He says opening up his arms for her. With no hesitation she propels her self forward paws pounding upon the grass floor mouth open and panting she sprints into his open arms.
He catches her swiftly his body pushed backwards by the force she attacks him with. His laughter booms from his chest as she knocks him down with her two front paws. Tongue out she licks him, his eyes, nose, lips and neck. He is her favourite wolf. She shall show such affections to him only. No other wolf is worthy to be loved by her than him.
Her bladder is set free due to her enthusiasm and her wish to mark her territory, for she urinates all over him. He pays no heed to it merely whispering, "I missed you too." Sitting up his hands clutch onto the fur of her neck fingers scratching her flesh as he calms her excitement. Her licks do not halt rather she focuses on other areas, his cheeks and his neck. She cleans him, a way of showing her love just as Deimos does for me. She gives him what he gives us.
She sits on her hind legs nuzzling into his neck soft chirps and whines are let out by her as she tucks her face underneath his chin. Her way of saying how much she missed him and grumbling of how I had kept her away from his warmth. He leans his face backwards giving her more space to cuddle into him.
"I understand." He soothes her upsetness hands smooth out the rigidness of her fur that stands upright as a sign of her emotions. "Let me have a good look at you." He whispers voice soft and gentle as if he were speaking to a pup.
He holds her face as his eyes sink into hers. They have a moment him and her. He sees her soul and she sees his. Their souls bared for each other. "You are truly beautiful." He whispers with astonishment of his blessing given to him by the moon. He finds her to be like none another, she holds her beauty with grace and humbleness. A true Luna.
Bringing her face closer to him he leans his forehead upon hers. Closing his eyes shut he whispers calmly to her. "My Queen." Their bond is reborn completely. A new unbreakable bond has been forged. She sits at his right on her throne only she is worthy to sit upon. He gives her a promise that he shall be hers as long as there is life in him.
"I have something for you." He mutters removing a tiny plastic wrap from his pocket. He drops the contents in his hand and shows it up to her searching curious and anticipating eyes. "I heard you like elk meat. I brought you some." Picking up a piece he holds it up. A personal gift he gives her. Her provider.
She takes it into her mouth being careful as to not hurt him with her canines. He watches her as she eats as though watching her makes him full. They sit like that for a while him feeding her and my wolf eating from his hands. She enjoys her meal undistracted focused only on him. No one has been this affectionate with her. Deimos shows her how special she is to him and how he shall always provide for her.
Once her belly is full and the meat has been devoured she licks his hands clean as he waits for her to be satisfied and content. Now that her energy has been refilled she calls to him to play. She bows down with her hindquarters in the air, head held high, and forepaws stretched forward on the ground. She barks tail wagging pouncing around her impatience to play on display.
He gets up with a cackle stretching his limbs he peers down at her as she sprints forward with an immense speed only to skid to a stop and run back to him. She imitates the actions of a pup calling her playmate. "I am coming, my female. I shall catch you." He says as he adjusts himself into a better position.
She waits for him with low inpatient whines as he peers up at her with a sly smile. With no warning, he darts to where she sits to pounce and bound her to him. A surprised bark leaves her lips as she escapes his sudden movements. She runs and he chases. A game of predator and prey.
His laughs never cease as he enjoys his time with her. Bare feet run after heavy paws, a beautiful scene to watch. They run in circles where she sometimes slows down so that he could catch up and he does the same as to not push her further away from him. They play until the sun sets and darkness is birthed. Deimos's flesh and clothes are dirtied by urine and mud. There is a wildness in the way they play with the other.
As their playtime comes to an end he stumbles due to a fallen branch his eyes did not see and tumbles down. A forced fake fall he takes. She stops once more immediately turning around taking a step towards where he lies, her head tilted to the side. Her eyes scan him from head to toe. Deep whines leave his chest as though he were truly hurt, he calls for her comfort.
She scurries to him in a hurry wishing to heal her male but as soon as she is near to him he is swift to capture her and hold her to his chest. "I got you now." He laughs as he stays still as a low growl boom from her chest. A growl just for the sake of it, she scolds him.
His eyes peer at his wristwatch and his eyes widen slightly. He was unaware of how much time had passed. "Give back control to her my female, I shall see you again. I promise." He whispers lips kiss her face gently, in between her eyes, her nose and cheek. He nips her neck gently bidding farewell to her.
She understands this. She has had her time with him and now she must leave. There is a sadness within her that blooms she wishes to have more time with him often and I promise her that I shall not hinder their bond. Her eyes never leave his emeralds as his wolf stands back behind the surface calmly watching their interactions.
She nudges herself into his chest sliding her cheek against his neck. An action of goodbye. Eyes closed she gives me back the reigns. Body moulds from fur to skin but with exertion for her longing to stay longer has not subsided.
As I sit bare in front of him under the moonlight, his eyes scan my flesh. Not with want but with a need. He is mesmerized by me, not my body but who I am as a female. There is no embarrassment or shyness as I sit in front of him naked for this is nothing he has not seen before. There is a natural comfortability between us.
"I thought about it, mate." He says whilst quickly stripping himself off his shirt and handing it to me. I quickly wear it hiding my flesh from his eyes. He wishes to deliver to me something he feels is right, something he feels needs to be done.
"Thought about what, Deimos?"
"Our pack has started upon a new path, yes? The past shall be left to drift away and a bright future lays before their eyes." He says eyes never leaving mine. He wants me to see his truth.
"Yes." I nod to his words. This is true, the changes he brought on with the tradition of the chosen has pushed them into a different light. And with more changes this pack shall be reborn.
"Then we shall do the same, my female. You and me. We shall start on a new path." Somehow I feel the moon shines brighter than ever tonight as though she were blessing his words.