The Vengeful Luna

Lucky

Days have been passing by and by now they have all melted together into a big pile of cuddles and snuggles. And sex... And fights and more s*x afterwards. Aeolian's blood had kept me active for a long while, and something within me seemed to have shifted. I'm not sure what it is... and something inside him shifted as well. Yet, while I am a bit more active and lively, Aeolian has grown tired and feverish lately. It was a mild fever that was coming and going, but as soon as we would find each other again, he would settle down and sleep. He slept more than usual, and despite my growing worry, i knew he needed it He needed rest, he needed food and care because it had all been a lot.

The trauma of being imprisoned like an animal, the biting i delivered, the mark he had put on my skin and the newfound connection between us... it might have all been a bit overwhelming right now. I'm sure that it would have been for me as well, if i did have so much going on at once. Yet, he was my hero. My mate, who fights everything just to be beside me, just to cuddle and rearrange my guts when I ask for it. s*x was not a requirement, but it was often and loud. And truly, I think that by now, Marina has grown to definitely despise me. I see her every time I get to go out and hunt. Her eyes are filled with envy and anger, and sadness and longing and I feel so guilty about that. I know things were a bit rowdy for her. I know that she wanted Aeolian for herself and it's been a long craving. One that did not melt away when I met him. One that did not seem to go away, not even now, when she heard and saw us hand in hand.

"You should not mind her~ " a voice pulls me back from my thoughts.

I look at my side, at the vampire who leisurely walks with me with her hands in her pockets. Lila had grown to trust us in the past few days and she was growing on me by now. She was a bit of a feisty one, with a hard to control temper but a brilliant mind. She was everything I did not manage to be. Faster, more silent, stronger, more dangerous, and her mind was absolutely brilliant. So far, she had refused to talk about her time at the facility, but I knew it was weighing heavy on her shoulders. It was visible just by the way she grimaced when something was not to her liking. And even by the way her shoulder slouched and her attention perked when something did not sit right with her.

"She's a meanie, but she's not going to go around and stab you in the back. She's too loyal to - " she paused, eyeing me with skepticism. She was not fond of Aeolian yet, and somehow, I understand her. Aeolian was a huge man. A brute. With a deep laughter that could shake the room. He looked mean and he looked like he could break you in half if you got in his way. "-To him. " she ended. She used to find nicknames of all sorts of Aeolian and I was always amused. Today, though, she seemed not to come up with anything new.

"I know. " I muttered and looked back at the bigger cabin, closer to the woods. There were a few other cabins around, but we took two of the coziest ones. And the closest ones too..

The lights were off, but Marina was sitting on the porch, watching the sky and drinking something.

"It just ... it's weird, you know? I don't want her to resent me for something I did not choose- "

"Do you now?" Lila chuckled and shook her head. "I'd beg to differ. You've actively chosen to be here. To be part of a werewolf tribe. Or well, to be bound to one. "

"Well, it's not my fault I am this- " I gestured to myself, a bit annoyed.

"It's not about you being a vampire, or whatever we are supposed to be. " her nose wrinkles in a cute grimace. " It's about simply being, simply being better than she was. Or maybe still is. didn't you figure it could have been a competition of who's the best mate and you'd still win, just because whatever indistinct inside him told him to pick you?" Lila fell back in the sand, starring at the sky in silence. "Don't get me wrong. He loves you. I can see that. We can also hear that." she pauses with a chuckle. " But even I am growing jealous at this point." She smirks to herself, her now golden eyes closing. "You two seem like the perfect couple. Or you give the idea of one. Despite the fights and the bickering, you're still going strong. Despite the differences, you're still going at it... he marked you and you might be the first of us to ever wear a mark. And you might also be the most disgusting one to ever drink a werewolf's blood- " she faked a gag and I'm not sure if I wanted to give her a good beating or just laugh.

I chuckle and sit beside her on the sand, watching the waves crash on the distant shore. She was not wrong, but it was not as easy at it seemed. Our differences were great and it was something i was starting to feel more acutely every time I went out to hunt. After having tasted Aeolian's blood, nothing tasted the same. nothing compared to it and it was growing frustrating. It was growing a bit painful and I did not know what to do now.

But as I think of this, something stirs within me, making me uncomfortable. Something was not right... I look back to our lovely small cabin. The lights are on and I know Aeolian is awake. But- Nausea washes over me and I hurry up. Without much thought, I turn on my heels and rush to the house.

"Ela?! " Lila calls after me, but I don't stop.

The best part about the mark that was burnt on my skin now, was that our link has gotten stronger. I could feel when Aeolian was awake. I could feel when he was in pain. I could feel when his nightmares were tormenting him....and now.. i did not know what I felt. but I did not like it.

I storm inside the house and I hear a low pained groan from the bathroom.

"Aeolian? " I call out and push the door of the bathroom open.

In the corner of the shower, Aeolian sits down, the water running over him. His breath is heavy and he seems to be struggling to breathe. His eyes are closed and when I kneel beside him, I realize he is burning up . His skin feels as hot as burning coals and I'm afraid to touch him, because as I do, he pulls away with a hiss.

When his eyes open, his pupils are wide blown and he stares at me as if I were a stranger.

Fuck...

My heart skips a beat and I feel myself growing beyond worried. chaotic thoughts flood my mind but I'm not allowing them to take over. Not right now... no.. my mate needs me!