He was a mosaic, composed of broken pieces.
She was an unfinished art project.
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The moon goddess ends the lives of Lycans she sees as a threat to the Lycan community. Instead of being ripped apart by her hounds, she gives a warrior the cha...
"The Unknown is a scary place, especially foreign feelings." ~Mel
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War was at a loss. Tears never, ever had an effect on him. Never. Maybe once, but that was a long time ago. Standing in a small room with his mate, made him realize that he really was swayed by tears.
His mate whose name was Pomelia. Which was a really beautiful name to him at least, was crying. Her lithe body was shaking while she wiped at her tears as they slid down her cheeks and dribbled down her chin. Her plump lips kept pressing together and trembling as if to try and stop the tears. To say he felt awful was an understatement. She was so sweet and kind and he had angrily grabbed her demanding that she sniff him, only to find out that she couldn't even smell!
"Please stop crying," he pleaded softly with her as he contemplated touching her arm. She shrieked and swatted at him. He glowered at her, trying to keep his wolf under control. He was the reason why he held onto her for so long when asking her to sniff him. His wolf was the culprit, not himself... "I'm sorry for upsetting you," he tried again before he smelled a variety of different scents assaulting his nose.
The door slammed open and his mate jumped in surprise. A growl slipped past his lips as two women rushed inside the room. The first girl he recognized. The coward who ran away screaming and left his mate. She was terrible. How could she leave his weak mate with someone like him? What if he were a bad...well an even worse male?
"What is the meaning of this?!"
The other woman he did not recognize. She was tall. Maybe three or four inches shorter than him. Her dark skin stood out in comparison with the long white robes she wore. With purple and cream sashes. She was a priestess from the looks of it. Her dark eyes narrowed at him, painstakingly raking over his form, before glancing to his upset mate.
"Would anyone care to tell me what is going on? Why a warrior comes to such a holy temple reeking of death and why my novice is alone with him?" She tsked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer.
War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.
The woman's eyes widened, before glaring at him. "You...you demons come to this holy place reeking of the death of our brethren. You three have no shame," the woman spat as his soft Pomelia gasped, slowly slipping away closer to the priestess. His stance hardened. Both he and his wolf taking that as a form of rejection. His teeth began to lengthen, fangs piercing his lip and hair beginning to spread across his forearms and underneath his clothing.
"She is my mate and she is coming with me," he snarled as Pomelia began to cry harder, holding onto the Priestess for dear life.
The woman's eyes hardened, lips pressing tightly against one another. "Pomelia, honey is he your mate?"
