Mated to the Moon

Chapter 1

He sat in a meadow with his wispy tail swaying behind him, with the cool wind gently caressing his gray fur coat that stayed in place. He was beautiful, he stared into my soul and seemed to call out to me. His name was at the tip of my tongue but whenever I tried to call it, I would always awaken from my dream. I didn’t know who that mysterious wolf was, but I felt drawn to him like there was an invisible cord connecting us that grew shorter and shorter as the days passed. Was he my mate? Or was he just a way for my mind to cope in my current situation?

I pulled myself away from the memory of the dream that I had the night before, I had the same reoccurring dream my entire life and I wasn't sure what it meant. My mind wandered to the pack that I was born into; I wasn’t sure where they were, as I was just a young girl when I was taken away from them abruptly.

I was taken away when my biological mother died when I was four years old. No one ever told me how she died or why I was being taken away from my pack, I was just a little girl who accepted what her elders told her what was happening.

I recalled my mother with her short ebony hair as she sat at the edge of my bed, she was singing me an unfamiliar lullaby to lull me to sleep. I couldn’t remember the melody to the lullaby, but she would sing it to me every night when she would put me to bed. She was a strong woman with gentle hands and black eyes like mine. People would tell her that I was her mini-me and that one day I would be just as beautiful as she is and just as powerful. Her short hair would glisten in the sun and her smile would warm me up inside.

I still remember the day she never came home, an unfamiliar man entered my home and told me that she was gone. He took me by my hand and led me out the door and away from my pack, it wouldn’t matter how much I protested. He would keep driving further away from there and immerse ourselves further into the darkness that lay ahead.

I sighed and stopped the car, I rested my head on the steering wheel and closed my eyes, the heat from the heater blew onto my face warmed my nose. I don’t know what to do. I sat up straight and looked back at my daughter Ersa who was not much older than a year old, asleep in her car seat.

Help me.

I closed my eyes and relaxed my mind, surely Lycans have different abilities besides healing, right? I focused on something, anything. I was raised in a basement prison with bare walls to teach me who I was, I knew nothing about myself or my kind, I don’t know what type of abilities I’ve inherited from my parents or how to use them. I focused, I needed to find them, anything would help I just needed to be with my pack no matter what, it’s been fifteen years since I was taken away from them as a small child. A part of me wondered if I’d still be welcomed there or if anyone would remember me, fifteen years is a long time.

My instincts picked up on something, I opened my eyes and smiled happily. I pressed on the gas and followed where my instincts were telling me to go. Hopefully, this won’t be a dead end.

We were going to get through this.

We were now in the countryside, with no houses or cars for miles around, this could either be a disaster or a blessing I couldn’t tell. Ersa sneezed in my arms, there was a brisk chill in the air, and it seems like it had finally touched her sweet rosy cheeks. I held her tighter to my body hoping that my body heat would keep her warm, but I’d never shifted into my wolf form before so my body might as well have been comparable to a human.

I was freezing under my sweater, but I didn’t want it to show on my face, I needed Ersa to be happy and showing that I was freezing to death wouldn’t help the situation. I was stupid for leaving that house that had been my prison my entire life without having a solid plan, the world that I once knew as a four-year-old is now gone.

If we were going to survive through the night then I needed to change into a wolf, I wasn’t sure how I was going to accomplish that or even if I could, but it was worth a try. I’ve had the impulse to shift over the years, but a wolf does not flourish in captivity, the change was always suppressed which made my heart tear into two. It had always felt like I was missing a part of me, and in truth I was, I needed to shift to feel complete.

I switched directions, now heading into the dense woods that had been following us for miles now. If I was going to attempt to shift, then I needed to do it in a secluded and well-hidden area.

Our bodies disappeared into the woods, the snow carefully covering our tracks as we ventured further in. I held Ersa tightly to my chest, her warm breath against my neck.

I walked for an hour and was now as deep as I was willing to go into the woods, I needed to concentrate on shifting. If I shifted into a wolf, then I could warm my daughter up with my body and keep her safe. Although, there was a nagging part of my brain that was screaming at me.

what if I couldn’t control the wolf.

This was our only option, either I change and warm us up or we freeze to death.

I choose the latter.