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“I’ve helped a few females in your condition, and I’m offering my services to you you want them. If not, I’ll be on my way.” A few weeks‘ delay is just a detour. Maybe I could use my gift for others. Maybe this was my path the whole time and I was just too blinded by my personal grief to not really look and see how I can help others with a gift that was blessed to que by the moon herself.
“If you’re lying in any kind of way, I will eat you alive, consume you slowly, feet first. We’ve been through too much.” He’s looking at his mate with a fierce protectiveness.
“I’ll have to stay with you for a few weeks. My tea needs to be made fresh every day. It’s a special combination of herbs that I use, a family secret.” I’m trying to sound mystical, but I want to laugh at myself. I know that lots of wolves would be interested in the gifts I possess.
I’m not a fool.
“What do o you want from me?” Keen eyes peer at me, waiting for my request.
“I get to move freely on your land. I need a place to stay, preferably by myself. Keep all other females away unless they are sterile, then they can come and have tea with us. No one is to know that I’m here. You can’t talk about me or else I’ll never come again.” He looks amused; I think maybe he thought I was going to ask him for large quantities of money.
“Is that it?”
“That’s it. You either take my offer or leave it. Your choice.”
She pulls him away, taking a few steps off to the side. I can hear the way her voice pleads,
the
way desperation is noted in each word she uses. “We have to try.
“I can’t watch you go through that again. I can’t.”
They argue back and forth, one point made, another uttered until a conclusion is made.
“Welcome to our pack.” She greets me cheek to cheek, taking my smell in as I take her sourness in. Only a male deep in love can tolerate a smell like that.
The next day has me driving to a tiny house that they assigned to me. It’s old and somewhat
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rundown but filled with character. It’s how you have to look at things. Old and rundown doesn’t mean that there is not character to be found; it just needs help shining again.
They left me brochure laces to go while I’m here, the big sights of the town and the surrounding areas. Ther. are old mines to explore, a national park that belongs to the pack territory. Lots of things to go have a day adventure and I have a home base to do all this. Cuts down on the expense of hotels, so I take advantage of all that there is to do. All I have
to do is have tea in the morning and evening with the three female wolves. There is a male
in the group who is sterile; he holds himself like a male, but at the same time, he has
unched shoulders. I bet as a juvenile he was teased constantly for this by the male wolves in the pack.
I couldn’t promise that the tea would work
for him because I have never had a sterile male
around me before. I made sure to have his mate at our teas, saying that she needed to drink
as well. No one questions me, thinking that I know what I’m talking about, hoping the
magic will work, and it does. The second week I’m with them, I can smell their scents
changing, a sweetness gradually replacing the souring nose–curling smell.
During my visits with these females, I get to learn about them. Their culture, how they met
their mates, that not everything is perfect all the time, that things can be a struggle.
That things are hard.
The Luna of this pack tells me that she refused her mate for many years, knowing she could.
never provide him with an heir, that he would be better off without her. She was mean to him, and for a few years, they ended up hating each other, doing things to each other that were hard to forgive. But as time went by, slowly they became friends and somehow trusted in the moon that their path was supposed to be together instead of apart. I cried
while she was telling me this along with the rest of our little group.
I’m so emotional these days.
Waking up, rushing to the toilet, I heave my stomach contents out into the porcelain bowl.
Violent waves of gastric contents rush up and out from deep inside with such force my eyes are tearing up, and I dribble a little urine out from it.
Sitting on the floor after I’m done, I feel slightly better. An odd feeling comes over me, a little nipping thought in my mind that’s trying to whisper to me. Taking deep breaths in through my nose, I smell of vomit, but something else…that’s when I start to shake. My
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whole body tenses up with what I’m smelling on myself.
