Warrior Luna and Her Dispell Poems

Confession I

Bella’s world felt like it had been ripped apart the moment she saw Asher’s lips locked with Diana’s. Time seemed to freeze around her, the sounds of the pack dinner fading into a dull buzz in the background. Her heart, which had always beat a little faster in Asher's presence, shattered into a million jagged pieces. He kissed her. The boy she had loved for as long as she could remember was kissing someone else—Diana, of all people.

It took everything in Bella’s power to keep her tears from falling. Not here. Not now. She had to keep it together, but it felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Her wolf, Banja, whimpered in the back of her mind, a reflection of Bella’s heartbreak. The normally fierce and protective spirit within her was now just as wounded, feeling the sting of Asher’s betrayal.

When she returned to the dining hall, Bella forced herself to sit down next to her mother, Dana. She tried to act as though nothing had happened, keeping her expression neutral, but all she wanted was to run back to her room, lock the door, and let the dam of tears break free. Every second sitting there felt like agony, as if she was barely holding herself together with the thinnest of threads.

Across the table, Bella could feel Asher’s gaze burning into her, but she refused to meet his eyes. I can’t. If she looked at him, her tears would spill, and she couldn’t let that happen, not in front of everyone. Not after what she had just witnessed. Her heart was in turmoil, and her wolf’s sadness only made things worse. Banja’s sorrow mirrored her own, making it feel as if they were drowning in grief together.

Then, as if to twist the knife further, Bella heard Luna Lora tease Asher about the pink lipstick. Pink lipstick. The words echoed in her mind, cutting into her like a hot blade. It wasn’t just that Asher had kissed Diana; now everyone knew about it. Even his own mother was laughing about it, and the humiliation burned deep in Bella’s chest.

The rest of the dinner felt like a slow torture. Every laugh, every conversation, every clink of silverware was a reminder of the pain Bella was desperately trying to suppress. When the meal was finally over, Bella couldn’t stand it any longer. She stood quickly, pushing her chair back with trembling hands.

“I have something to do,” she mumbled to her parents, barely able to make eye contact as she hurriedly excused herself.

Without waiting for a response, Bella rushed out the door, the tears she had been holding back now dangerously close to spilling over. She needed to be alone. She needed to escape before anyone noticed the storm brewing inside her.

Once she reached the safety of her home, Bella bolted up the stairs to her room. As soon as she closed the door behind her, the tears she had been fighting all evening finally broke free. She sank to the floor, her body wracked with sobs as her hands covered her face. How could he do that? The boy she had trusted, the one she had dreamed of being her mate, had chosen someone else, even before he reached his age where he could always recognize his mate. He always told her that he is waiting for his mate and that this is the reason he is not dating anyone.

“What a hypocrite!” Banja growled in annoyance.

As Bella cried, her inner wolf, Banja, stirred. The normally fierce, protective energy within her now felt wounded and raw. Bella could sense Banja’s sadness as well, her wolf's voice soft but full of pain.

"I can’t believe Asher would choose someone like that skank, Diana," Banja growled, her words filled with anger and disbelief. "She’s beneath him, beneath us."

The image of Asher and Diana together was seared into her mind, a painful reminder that he wasn’t hers, not yet, and maybe not ever.

Bella stared at her phone as it pinged, her heart immediately speeding up when she saw Asher’s name flash on the screen. For a moment, she didn’t want to open it. Her emotions were still raw, and the pain from earlier was too fresh. What could he possibly say that would make things better? She hesitated, her finger hovering over the screen. Should I even read it?

But after a few internal struggles and a deep breath, she tapped the message and braced herself.

"We need to talk. I’m outside."

Her heart did a strange flip, a mix of dread and excitement coursing through her. For a second, she sat still, staring blankly at the words on her screen. As much as she wanted to ignore him, her curiosity, and her need for answers, got the better of her. With shaky hands, Bella stood up, trying to compose herself. She walked to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face, staring at her reflection in the mirror. You can do this. Keep it together.

After drying her face, she moved to the window and opened it slowly, peeking outside. Her parents weren’t too strict, but one of the few rules in their household was to be home before 10 PM. Bella glanced at her clock, 10:10 PM. Great. She was practically sneaking out at this point.

Carefully, Bella climbed out of her window and onto the thick branch of the tree that grew right next to her room. She had done this countless times before, sneaking out of the house during childhood games with Asher, but tonight felt different. Her emotions were all over the place, and her body trembled slightly from both nerves and anticipation. With a soft thud, she jumped down the branch.

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a familiar embrace. Her heart skipped a beat. Asher. He had caught her, just like he always did, but this time, he didn’t let go. Instead, he held her close, his muscular body pressing against hers in a way that made her head spin. For a second, she let herself melt into him, her eyes closing as she felt the warmth of his embrace. His scent, earthy and masculine, surrounded her, and for a brief moment, all the hurt and confusion faded away.

But then, the spell broke when Asher whispered, "Let’s go to our place."

His voice, deep and soft, brought her back to reality. Our place. She knew exactly what he meant, and without another word, Asher took her hand and started leading her toward the forest. Her heart raced again, but this time, it wasn’t from the warmth of his touch. What does he want to say?

They moved quickly through the shadows, their footsteps silent on the soft forest floor. The night was cool, and the trees whispered in the breeze as they ventured deeper into the woods. Bella followed him without hesitation. Their "place" was a hidden cave they had discovered as children, a secret spot they had stumbled upon while playing in the woods one afternoon. Over the years, it had become their safe haven, a place they could escape to when they needed to talk or simply be alone.

Asher never let go of her hand as they made their way through the familiar path. His grip was firm, his presence steady, but Bella's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. What would he say? Could he explain what she saw? Did she even want to hear it?

They reached the cave's entrance, concealed by thick foliage and rocky outcroppings, and Bella felt a sense of nostalgia wash over her. So many memories here. Inside, it was cool and dimly lit. Asher pulled out a lantern they had stashed there along many other things: snacks, blankets, lighting it with practiced ease. The soft glow illuminated the cave, casting flickering shadows on the walls.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Bella could feel the tension building between them, the weight of everything that had happened hanging heavy in the air. Asher's back was to her as he fiddled with the lantern, and she watched him silently, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for this conversation, but she knew it had to happen.

Finally, he turned to face her, his expression unreadable. Bella crossed her arms defensively, steeling herself for whatever was coming.

Asher stood there, his breath heavy, trying to find the right words, but everything seemed wrong. The tension between them was palpable, a heavy weight in the small cave. His heart raced as he thought about what he needed to say, what he had to explain to her. Bella's hurt expression only made it harder.

"What you saw with Diana... earlier... it was a mistake," Asher finally said, his voice low but filled with frustration. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to stay calm, but the sight of her hurt expression was pushing him toward the edge.

Bella, standing a few feet away, looked at him with a sad, almost resigned look. Her eyes flickered with disappointment, but also something else. Maybe she didn’t want to believe what had happened, but she had seen it with her own eyes. She took a deep breath before responding softly, "Asher, that’s not my business. You don’t owe me an explanation."

Her words hit him like a punch. Not her business? How could she say that? Irritation bubbled up inside him, the frustration that had been torturing him all day finally spilling over. Before he could stop himself, Asher blurted out, "But I care about you, Bella! Doesn’t that mean anything?"

Bella looked at him in confusion, her brow furrowing as she took a step back. "I care about you too, Asher," she said, her voice cautious and confused. "We’re friends. We’ve always cared about each other."

Asher shook his head, his frustration turning into something more desperate. Why doesn’t she understand? He took a step toward her, his eyes intense as he spoke with raw emotion.

"No, Bells," he said, using the nickname he had given her when they were kids, the one he only called her when they were the two of them alone. "I’m not talking about just caring as friends. I want to say that I really like you... that I have feelings for you."