Mysteries of the Moon - Dreame best-chosen series

Book 1 Chapter 3 | Stars and Uncertainty

Blair’s POV

The echoes of howling pierced the tranquil night, marking the midnight hour. A nightly ritual for the pack, this haunting chorus signaled the time for solitude and freedom, as most members of the pack slumbered peacefully. Under the silver light of the moon, I moved with silent grace towards the window, careful not to disturb the hushed serenity that surrounded me.

Fingers tenderly met the cool window frame, and with a cautious touch, I pushed the window open, a deliberate creak avoided. My hand secured the window’s top, my body rising in one fluid motion. The moment felt suspended as I swung out, my wings unfurling in the night air, ready to carry me on a nocturnal journey.

A profound stillness embraced the world outside. The symphony of crickets played softly in the background, harmonizing with the moonlight that danced upon the tranquil lake’s surface. Its waters sparkled like a million scattered diamonds, a testament to the ethereal beauty that the night unveiled.

Circling the shimmering expanse, I descended gently, my form shifting into that of a wolf as my paws met the lakeside. An instinctual connection drew me to the water’s edge, a solitary presence contemplating the mysteries held within its depths. The quiet ripples echoed my own thoughts, the passage of time marked only by the moon’s slow progression across the sky.

After a timeless moment, I resolved to stretch my legs and let the night’s energy flow through me. With an anticipatory trot, I surged into a sprint, the wind’s cold caress electrifying my fur. Each pounding heartbeat seemed in rhythm with the universe itself, granting me a sanctuary where worries faded into oblivion.

Returning to my sanctuary, a fleeting realization struck – a mere three hours separated me from the dawn’s obligations. Temporal illusions played tricks as the night stretched its embrace. How time dissolved when unburdened by thoughts, a revelation that left me in awe.

Gazing up at the stars, I recognized the significance of the impending day’s arrival. An age would be shed, a new chapter unveiled. The abyss of uncertainty yawned, my heart a swirl of anticipation and trepidation. Hope mingled with anxiety, emotions that surged like the tides of the very lake I had admired.

Amidst my contemplation, a new sound shattered the tranquility. I emerged from dreams and drowsiness, blinking away the remnants of slumber. Sunlight filtered through the window, its warmth a stark contrast to the cool night I had just left. The realization dawned - I had forgotten to close the window, a detail that embodied my inner preoccupations.

Drowsy confusion reigned as I sought the sanctuary of the clock, its absence an unforeseen consequence of yesterday’s frustrations. An inward sigh punctuated the morning’s arrival – the clock’s demise meant temporal vagueness.

Amidst these reflections, the birds persisted in their melody, an emblem of the world’s continuity. Draping myself in a shirt and loose pants, I embarked on the morning’s routine, time a construct that eluded my grasp.

The absence of urgency colored my descent, and I became an unseen spectator to the bustling life around me. Conversations swirled, a distant reminder of the events that had unfolded beyond my realm of awareness – rogues and alliances, distant concerns that ripples into my consciousness.

My journey led to a familiar room, a place of calculation and formulas, where my thoughts were now reined into mathematical abstractions. Gazing out of the window, I chanced upon the Alpha and his entourage, conversing with a gravity that reverberated through the air. Eavesdropping revealed a world in flux, alliances forming like constellations in an ever-shifting sky.

A hint of amusement tugged at my lips, for I harbored a secret awareness of these affairs. A world behind the scenes, glimpsed in whispered revelations. Yet, the revelation about the elusive hybrid, a legendary figure, gave rise to a momentary tension. The Rogue king’s intentions stirred unease, for I recognized the impending turbulence in the pack’s fate.

With the resolute bell tolling, I resigned to the day’s academic voyage, a sea of equations to navigate. Math, a realm as distant from the night’s magic as one could imagine, yet an anchor to reality’s structure.

The day wore on, and the halls flowed with oblivious momentum, leaving me to wander through the currents unbothered. The final bell signaled freedom, a cloak of invisibility bestowed by my peers’ indifference. Amidst the human currents, my thoughts returned to the pack’s whispers and revelations.

Yet, a new presence commanded my attention – Mr. Evens, a harbinger of responsibility unfulfilled. Detention, an oversight, and an unspoken departure from the school’s confines ensued. A determined exit was made, leaving behind the world of academia for a momentary reprieve.