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Pov Savannah Bowen
I shifted, restless
1 paced back and forth
h inside the house, feeling a heat take over me, Growing and intense, just like the taste of so many emotions.
I couldn’t understand what it meant, but I had an intuition about it: Fenrir.
I hugged my body and stared at the forest through the living room window, watching the leaves sway with the wind. I took a deep breath, trying to feel less, begging for it to end.
It was……. agonizing.
I had no idea what he was doing, but it felt like he was upset, bothered by something. At the same time, he seemed feverish.
God, being a mated wolf sucked. I hated feeling what he felt, sharing my emotions with him, and having to feel his. There was no privacy.
There was nothing left to do in his house. I had already invaded his room. He wasn’t hiding any crazy secrets. It was just a normal room, big and cozy. But there was a closet, with many shirts, jeans, and linen blouses.
The most compromising thing I found was a small white box, with flowers carved into the wood, tucked away on the top shelf, and it contained some ashes.
It made no sense to me.
use to me. I stood for two seconds trying to find some plausible answer for it, before ignoring it and concluding that he was kind of insane.
The rest of the house was empty.
Fenrir lived alone, I’d say even isolated, if it weren’t for his loyal friends.
I bit the tip of my thumb, wandering back and forth in the room.
I glanced at the doar a
and squeezed my eyes shut, pondering the level of trouble I’d get myself into for going out alone at night.
But….somehow, Fentir wasn’t in the village. He wouldn’t know about my little adventure, so maybe I wouldn’t mind so much after all..
Smiling like a fool, I ran toward the door, not thinking twice. I stepped outside, making sure not to lock the door and end up stuck outside.
The full moon was beautiful, shining high and lighting the path with its silver glow.
As I got closer to the heart of the village, I heard music. I frowned, suspicious, and kept walking, heading toward the sound.
A few people walked around, as if they wanted to enjoy the cool, beautiful night.
I loved the full moon, it was my favorite phase. I liked how it made the nights more beautiful, pouring a little power and intensity over everything.
1 kicked a small stone on the ground and crossed my arms in front of my body when a gust of cold wind hit me.”
The houses were lit with electricity, as were the streetlamps that lined the small streets of the village.
i was a well–designed place, beautiful and pleasant to live in.
Dâneşti w
When I reached what would be the heart of the town, the music grew louder.
I approached, ignoring the people who moved away from me.
There were bark. Just like the human bars Selena and I had visited in the past few months,
They were rustic, with wooden tables and chairs, candle lanterns decorating the center, and heavy beer mugs. A group was playing guitar and singing lively sungs I didn’t know, while people danced in a circle, laughing and drinking-
It was so different from anything I had ever seen.
They seemed su relaxed, While some drank beer from the heavy mugs, others drank whiskey and toasted with small doses of some yellowish drink. I couldn’t
I opened my mouth, stunned.
The rhythm of the dance was lively. They kicked their feet to one side, clapped, then kicked their feet to the other side, before raising one hand, touching the palm against their partner’s, and then spinning in circles and starting all over again. I didn’t know the dance or the music.
I unknowingly moved closer, as if my body had a life of its own and was pulling me toward them.
They danced so well, as if they were used to the music. Only then did I realize it must be something typical of the pack
The tone of the melody was intense and fun. I blinked, paying attention to the lyrics.
In the valley of Dâneşti, the crescent moon sings loud;
Silver wolves, guardians of Carpatia;
In unison, the pack raises its voice in our fierce cr
гу
We are guardians of home, our claws and fangs swear to protect and love
We are united by blood, but free as the wind; It is in the veins of Romania, that the blood of Dânești flows;
We are like destined warriors,
like u
our anceston.
A smile appeared on my face. It was beautiful and poetic. It spoke of a warrior people, loyal to their home and pack.
so absorbed
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d in the music, in the energy flowing from the singing, that I didn’t notice how close I had gotten to them.
I bumped into someone, snapping me out of my trance.
y.” 1 murmured, feeling my face flush with embarrassment.
“oh, sorry.”
The female 1 bumped into, an omega by the smell, stared at me through brown eyes. She was older, short and plump, with dark hair tied in a blue scarf. I expected her to be harsh, but she surprised me by giving me a warm smile.
“It’s nothing, my dear.” She wiped her forehead, brushing off the small beads of sweat that glistened on her dark brown skin. “Want something to
1 bit my cheek, feeling the strong urge to agree, but lacking the courage.
“I don’t know if I can…”
She buffed, gesturing dismissively.
drink?
“Don’t be silly. This bar belongs to me, and you’re very welcome here. If anyone mine and led me to one of the few empty tables.
treats you with disrespect, they’ll deal
al with me–c
me.” She looped an arm through
“What’s your name
I asked,
She was one of the few people who spoke to me decently; I wanted to at least know her name.
“I’m Anca,” she said, pushing me onto the wooden bench. “And you must be the famous Savannah.”
I ran a hand through my hair, feeling uncomfortable.
Is it that obvious?” I asked, sighing loudly.
She smiled, Tilting her head to the side.
“Here, everyone knows each other. It’s not every day a face as
as beautiful as yours appears.”
“And what about the other packs?” I asked, looking around.
There were five alplus in the territory, it was obvious there had to be a large number of wolves around.
“The wolves aren’t allowed to wander between territories,” she revealed, surprising me. “And I also know who you are, because I hear my pups talking about you all day.”
If my mated partner had even a little decency to talk to me and tell me more about his pack and territory, I would know about this kind of information.
The heat rose in my face.
I cleared my throat,
“Your pups?”
She nodded, rubbing her hands on a dish towel draped over her shoulder.
“Andrei and Alexandra.” I widened my eyes, absorbing the information. I fell silent, unsure of what I should say. “Well, I’ll bring you some beer.”
“… I don’t have any money.” I confessed, feeling g like the night was turning into an embarrassment,
Some packs used to adjust prices, forcing all the members to work so the pack could grow and develop more and more. I didn’t know how things worked in Däneşti, nor if Fenrir used that same tactic.
She laughed and shook her head.
“Don’t worry, I’ll put it on Fenrir’s tab,”
Hmm… that was interesting.
“Well, perfect,” I agreed, breaking into a smile.
Anca walked off leaving me alone.
