A New Path

"Is this better?" Deimos questions softly alluring emeralds shifting to lay upon my flesh unblinking he waits patiently for my answer.

"More to the right, perhaps. It needs to be in the centre of the room." I reply taking a few steps backwards squinting to scan the area to see if it fits well with the entirety of the cabin.

He offers me a quick nod and once more begins to propel the wooden table forward with ease, there is no exertion from him with the task as he abides by my instructions with ease.

It is quite early, daylight has not yet been born night still wide awake and here we are Deimos and me, refurbishing his cabin for Kal. We decided a few days ago to make this place suitable for our male and us where we perhaps could spend time as a family in privacy and comfort from the distractions of our pack. We do possess joint custody of Kal after all.

"Does it seem better to you or would you prefer it to be moved elsewhere?" He asks pacing around the room eyes unwavering from the table. He checks to see if it meets his standards and satisfies him as well.

"I think it is a good place for it, this way Kal shall have more space to roll around and play in the living room." I reply as he gives me a curt nod of acknowledgement. Trudging into the tiny open kitchen I pull open the cupboard to pick up some glass cups so I can fill them with water for the paintbrushes.

We will be painting the small room today, a playroom for Kal where we can keep all his toys and perhaps even put up another crib. A personal space just for him. Deimos and I had sat together for a few days discussing this, of all the changes we could bring to this place. This would be a place of peace for Kal just as it was for Deimos.

Standing on my tiptoes trying to reach the glasses hiding deep inside a sigh of annoyance slips free from me. Deimos has things arranged according to his height which makes it difficult for me to perform simple tasks. Not that I blame him, he was the only male who came here often. More than the assigned wolves who clean the place. The cabin was his. Now it is ours, as a family to share.

Turning around eyes preparing to search for a stool to aid me, he is quick with his actions capturing me swiftly caging my body against the countertop. Heat engulfs me head to toe, flames erupt as wildfire goosebumps paint my skin as he leans forward hand raised above me to pick up the glasses. My actions halt immediately nails digging into the marble for support. He has become his usual self with me not worrying about crossing boundaries for I had relaxed them yet after months of us playing chase any action of his is a bodily seduction for me.

A deep breath I take in, his scent pours life into me. A beautiful comforting scent he possesses. Heavy breasts scrape his chest gently and he shivers, a forced sense of control instils within him. Not to touch, not to devour. A master of control is losing his mastery to his female who drives him out of his mind. He does not hurry with extracting the glass cups rather he makes it painfully slow. I inhale once more on purpose taking my time with it so my breasts stroke his flesh again.

I seduce him, eyes never leaving face. Watching his desire surge, tasting swallowing it down to the pit of my belly. He shall feel it the burn of my eyes that is delivered upon his flesh. We did our best to keep away from each other to fight against what calls us to do but being stuck in a tiny cabin with no daylight makes it harder. A test of resilience we must pass. The situation taunts us playing with our emotions. The weakest shall bow first.

Thick overwhelming smell of want saturates the air dripping out from his pores, a need that bounds him. He is not shy with what is shown into light rather he makes peace with it, for it is his truth. Something that he shall always face, a burning need of me.

My trembling hand slips beneath his shirt fingers make love to his skin, he is hot. So hot that I melt. My thighs shake with the weight of what I want. I want him. There is a violent shiver to the entirety of his being, he swallows harshly struggling to surpass the test. I am torturing him.

Shifting closer nudging my nose into his shirt I draw in his scent once more. A personal drug of mine, one I am truly addicted to. My hand slides down his bare flesh to what beckons me, a slow torturous path downwards has him groan deeply eyes closed shut, a low frown upon his face. This is painful for him.

"Deimos." I whisper. My voice is not my own rather a female in heat begging for her male, legs drift apart on its own for him to settle himself. For him to take what he wants. I allow him this. There is only so much I can fight. This is not a weakness, this is my desire. Desire to possess his body to claim it as mine.

He clutches my wrist in his swiftly halting any further movements. His fangs have elongated sunk deep into his lower lip. He bleeds whilst lewd eyes gaze down at me. He trembles with the weight of his control, if I torture him further he shall lose his fight.

"Stop it, my female." He whispers with agony that I have inflicted upon him. He pleads with me.

"Why?" My breath is shaky and my mouth is warm breath hot as though I were sick. I blow gently upon the side of his neck where my mark lies. Our bond sizzles like meat on the fire, no one wishes to extinguish it. I wish to taste him, to swallow him down my throat that way I can keep him within me at all times.

"Because you do not truly want this." He replies gripping me tighter disallowing me to move as I struggle to free myself from his hold just so I can touch him again. If I touch him further he shall bend to my will. He cannot deny me. He cannot deny my caresses.

"I want this." I speak my truth. I do want him, his flesh I starve for it. I would not be touching him if I did not seek it.

He shakes his head with disapproval of my words as though he found them to be lies. He quickly brings down the glass cups placing them upon the counter with a shrieking clang striking down the heated tension between us letting it dissipate.

He shifts his eyes back to meet mine. There is a sadness to them, a disappointment he tries to hide. Pressing down on my wrist he places my palm over his stomach and slides it down to his throbbing crotch. "You want this, mate." Lifting my wrist again he sets it down upon his heart that is beating wildly pounding against his rib cage. "But you do not want this."

I look away, his words hold his truth. He does not say anymore as he strides towards the windows unlocking them allowing the summer breeze to enter. I know why he did this. This way we will not be bound to only the summoning scent of the other. This way we can breathe and not be pulled into another situation as such. He is taking measures just so I am not forced by the bond.

He is blind, I am not forced by the bond. I touched him by my own will, on my own accord. It is him who is confused. But am I drawn to him merely because of the bond as he suggests? Or am I drawn to his soul and him as a mate and a father? The root of our trials has ended, a new light has shone upon us. There is nothing else that shackles him to his faults.

But there is one that constantly fights against the feelings of my heart. Our past. His choice, his betrayal. Now, that is a completely different thing. That lies in my hands, whether I choose to move past them or not. Whether the retribution he seeks shall be granted or not.

I watch him as he walks around the cabin steps heavy as his bare feet pressed into the wood flooring which creaks and groans under his weight. He prepares everything so we can begin painting the room. He gathers the paintbrushes and the paint tins carrying them along. We had covered the entire floor of Kal's potential playroom with sheets so this way we do not dirty it.

I barely do think of the past or the first two years of our bond, a lot has changed. I have changed and so has he. The lives of his wolves he took to bring down the tradition, the small ways he protects me, the kind of father he is to Kal makes me want to be swayed and bring my walls down. To bare my soul to him as he always is.

But what stops me is that fear, that uncertainty of the future. The pack always comes first, this is the law. I do not wish to be pulled into it once more, to be bound by another tradition they find to be with honour. It is torture for me and him equally.

I do not wish for Kal to have an unhappy family. I want to show him what it means to have parents who love and support each other wholeheartedly. Because he learns from us, we need to be good examples to him. I wish for him to learn the blessing of mates from us so he can carry that with him with pride towards his female.

I know that Deimos is nothing like his father, he has shown repeatedly he values something more than traditions and honour. More than succumbing to his true essence. He values Kal and me.

Love. Such a funny word. He had told me he did not know of the meaning when he claimed me as his. Has that changed? Or does it still lie the same? And what about me? Do I love him? I do not know. I possess no answers to these questions that merely pushes me into further uncertainty.

"Come inside, mate." He mutters loudly from the other side requesting my presence. Lifting my weight from the kitchen counter I walk towards the open room. He is kneeled over the sheets opening up the paint tins placing them close to the small ladder. His jeans are loose on his hips as he keeps holding them up. He has lost weight, his face has sunk in eyes dim without light. His muscles seem lighter and his shirts do not fit tightly against his chest. His guilt weighs him down.

"What are we painting?" I question peering up at the blank white wall. It stands as a plain canvas waiting to hold a story. Deimos and I merely decided we would paint Kal's room but we did not come to a conclusion as to what is to be painted.

"Whatever you wish, my female." He says distracted with moving the furniture away that is blocking our path. This shall be a tedious job, but a fruitful one. When Kal is of age he shall know that this is his parent's gift to him. He is our life, he is our male. We want to do everything for him, everything we never had growing up.

"Did you get to play, as a pup? Perhaps your own playroom?" I ask with curiosity. Deimos was second born, he must have been spoilt by his parents perhaps a little more than his brother.

"I was not allowed to play much, it was seen as something a future heir must not be occupied with. I did get to relax a little when Cronus and Theia came over to the castle. I did not have a playroom, but there was a training toom for my personal use." He replies whilst striding towards me eyes glancing at the wall. With his hands on his hips, he peeks down at the paint tins perhaps thinking if we had enough.

"And what of Kal?" I ask him. I wish to know all of his plans towards our male, I know Deimos would never do anything I disliked but he will play a prominent role in Kal's growth as an Alpha male of this pack.

"I would not be helping you to create a playroom for him if I had thought the same. He will be let to play and relax but he must train as well. He will start when he is three. You understand that yes?" He questions.

"Three? Deimos, that is too young! He needs to learn what it means to be a pup and live that life without the pressure of his reign." I protest against his words. Pups of age three learn to read and write, not train.

"Kal is not like the other pups, mate. He needs to grow quicker than them, to fight and kill. To survive. I will not have him weak where he cannot defend himself. He is the next Alpha, he needs to be brought up as such. His title holds immense weight, he must learn to carry it with honour and pride." Deimos declares his tone strong yet his voice is soothing and soft as he explains it to me.

"Did you start training at three?"

"Yes. My father was quite strict. I had to be perfect. The training starts easy and it grows harder with time. I will train him just as I train you. You shall train him as well with the knowledge you possess that I do not. Our duty is to protect him, to raise him into the best version of himself." He says whilst sinking the paintbrushes into the water allowing the bristles to soften.

Kneeling upon the ground I help him with the task. "I understand." Is all I say to him. I am simply not submitting to his words rather I acknowledge where he is coming from. It is the way of life and I trust him on this. I trust him with Kal.

"You remind me of my mother, so much I am baffled sometimes." A sudden chuckle leaves his lips with a shake of his head. My eyes widen as I peer up at him, his words catch me off guard.

"How so?"

"She was strong and determined as you. She was a warrior, she wielded her power with honour and wolves looked up to her. She also had my father wrapped around her finger. She would have been so proud of you perhaps even guided me on the right path when I claimed you. She would have advised me that what I did to you was not the way you treat your moon blessed." He speaks slowly voice tight and low as if he were ashamed to face me. His eyes do not meet mine no matter how much I search for them. This adds to the weight of his guilt, his shoulders sag with defeat.

"I do not have you wrapped around my finger." Perhaps that may be the difference between his mother and me.

"You do not even know it but you do. I cannot escape you." He whispers whilst standing up to lift his jeans that do not sit well on his hips. "How about we paint the night sky? With the moon and the stars?" He questions quickly changing the topic, he has spoken his truth it does not necessarily mean my reaction to it is required.

"The night sky?"

"Indeed. When Kal sleeps in here he can feel as though he were one with nature something that he can keep throughout his growth." Deimos says with a gentle smile as he visualizes his male resting here. He visualizes where and what furniture he could arrange to make sure his male is content, safe and comfortable.

I look towards the paint tins, we have the basic colours necessary to paint it. "Perhaps add some black or green coloured trees at the bottom?" I ask giving him my opinion. The trees shall add to the presence of nature.

His eyes light up to my idea, he respects it. He likes it. "Shall we start with the darkness of the night then? You start from the right, I shall start from the left. Let us meet in the middle." He utters whilst picking up a few paintbrushes and handing them to me. He walks over to the tin and dips one into the black paint.

Turning around he begins with the first slash of paint upon the white wall, the story has merely begun. I look through the different brushes in my hand, I need a place to keep these near me so I can acquire them with ease.

My eyes find the back pocket of his jeans, it seems quite spacious to me and he is close within reach. I watch the way he hums a soft tune whilst his hips move side to side as he paints the wall innocently. Makes me want to take a bite. Shifting closer to him I thrust the brushes into his right back pocket patting his bum letting them settle within the pocket's bounds. He startles and stops instantly eyes widening emeralds radiant as he regards me. He seems to be speechless by my action.

I shrug shamelessly for I had just groped him and gotten a feel of his assets. "It was the only place I could think of." I lie through my teeth hiding the wicked smile that wishes to show itself to him. I begin to join him by his side as though I had committed no harm. I am a female, after all, if he blatantly sways his hips in front of my eyes, I will be called to fondle the most prominent part of his body that catches my eye.

He tries to hide his laughter as he clears his throat and continues with the task at hand. We spend a good few solid hours enjoying the serenity of the place. The silence between us was comfortable and peaceful. There was no awkwardness or discomfort, I enjoyed it. He even played music from his phone for some time until his battery died.

I succumbed to his beauty when the sun rose and highlighted the side of his face with its radiant rays. He looked breathtaking to me. His emeralds shone brighter than ever and captured me within its spell. He was ignorant to the way I gazed at him, his attention on finishing at least half of the wall by noon. So I took advantage of it, to engrave his features within the depth of my mind.

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.

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