A Whisper by the Dark Moon

The Empire had yet to be moved yet, and Deathbelle hadn’t made the pack aware quite yet. Soon enough. Her delicate paws carried her over the new lands of the Empire, she still remained here scouting with her guardian the new lands they would take. A slight smile lingered on her dark lips as she prowled the night, her favored time of day.

Her lilac gaze hadn’t caught sight of the moon in a season and when she caught the glow of it on Sirius she was stopped. Speachless as she lost her breath. She’d never considered her Vessel beautiful but in that moment he was all that she could see or want to see. A tear filled her eye as she moved to disappear from his brief presence. She allowed herself to become too close again. There was no middle ground she was realising, not when she had no one else to distract her.

Maybe that was her surse, to love her night pelted warrior forever in secret. She couldn’t let him know that she was going back on her word, that her feelings were not settled. That she was anything but okay. The darkness hopefully hid any bit of her from the fanged warrior.