It was one night until the eve of the Mating Moon and I was drying bits of fruit and gorging myself on the food in my hut and ensuring I’d have everything I needed to survive the night hidden.
Now I was working on weaving a basket I could keep it all in when I heard the knock on the door and nearly let the whole thing unravel.
Marta? Sometimes Marta would come to my hut late in the evening to have tea next to the fire with me.
The young males didn’t bother her since she was already mated and an elder.
But as I put my hand on the handle, I could feel the waves of power rolling through the door.
“Go away Draven…” I took a step back.
“Open the door, Lyra Lani.” He coaxed.
I shook my head and retreated further.
“Don’t make me kick it down.” He crooned before his voice hardened to a
