Infinity Book 2
What a Long Month
Zayla
I wake up this morning feeling like a new person.
The headache that’s been my constant companion has finally eased up. It’s still there, but it’s more like a dull throb now, like a bad bruise when you poke it.
That’s a relief compared to the excruciating pain I’ve been dealing with. I reach out mentally, like I’ve been doing every morning for the past month, trying to connect with my wolf. And today, I can feel her!
She’s faint, tucked away in the back of my mind. She’s alert, as if she’s expecting something to happen, but she’s there!
I practically leap out of bed, shaking out my fur before heading downstairs. My family is gathered around the table, eating in silence.
Ever since this all started, the mood in the house has been pretty somber.
The moment my paws hit the kitchen floor and my claws lightly scrape the wood, everyone freezes. They’re waiting for me to collapse in pain like I’ve been doing every day since I got back.
But I don’t. Instead, I just walk over to the back door.
“I’ll be back in a bit, I’m going for a run.” I mind-link to everyone, and they all hear me before I nudge the door open with my head and leave the house.
This past month, I haven’t been able to do much of anything, not even wallow in my own misery. The pain just kept getting worse.
The worst was six straight hours of searing agony before it finally broke and I passed out.
I start running, wandering aimlessly at first, but then I realize I’m heading towards Soren’s house. It’s been a month since I last set foot here.
A month since I was truly happy.
A month of this fucking pain that’s been burning through me like a wildfire.
I push the door open, which takes a bit of effort without hands, and step into the living room.
The house smells stale, but if I breathe in deeply, I can still catch a faint whiff of him.
My Soren.
I trot into the bedroom, and the strongest trace of his scent is on the carpet, right where he took me for the first time. Where he claimed my virginity and me as his.
I press my nose into the carpet, inhaling as much of his scent as I can before flopping down onto the floor. I keep breathing him in, almost exaggeratedly.
The rapid pace of my breathing makes me dizzy, but my desperation to smell him overpowers it. My body yearns to touch him again, to feel his arms around me, his lips on my skin.
As I fantasize about all the ways I wish he would hold me, hold my wolf, I can feel her stirring in my mind.
Our mate’s scent is calling to her just like it’s calling to me. Watching her in my mind, I see she’s acting strangely. It’s hard to describe.
She’s like a dog, sitting with its tail curled around its back half, dragging herself forward with her front paws.
Her fur is standing on end and she seems on edge, like she’s trying to protect something from everything, including me.
Lost in the scent of my mate and my wolf’s odd behavior, I start to drift off to sleep, my body sinking into a state of pure calm that even has my wolf lying down in my mind.
With one last deep breath, I take in as much of Soren’s scent as I can before finally, I’m out.
When I wake up, it feels like I’ve had the best sleep of my life. I take in my surroundings.
Judging by the position of the sun streaming through the windows, I’ve been asleep for a few hours.
I rub my eyes slowly, the sensation so wonderful that it takes me a moment to realize what I’m doing.
I stop when it hits me, pulling my hands away from my face and squealing in excitement when I see that I have human hands again.
I press my face into the carpet one last time, taking in a final breath before forcing myself to get up. My legs are shaky and stiff from being in wolf form for so long.
I head into Soren’s bathroom and take my first shower in a month, letting the water wash over me as I lather up with Soren’s soap.
I can’t help but moan as I clean myself up. I never got a chance to clean up after our night together, and there’s a pang of sadness as I wash his touch off my human body.
After my shower, I quickly dry off and dress in a pair of Soren’s grey sweatpants and a black cotton shirt. I rummage through his closet for shoes that will fit.
His feet are much bigger than mine, but I find a pair of slides with Velcro straps that I can adjust.
I tighten them as much as I can, even though they look ridiculous, and then head to the front of the house.
With my hand on the front door, I pull it open. I press my lips to the wood, resting my forehead against it before letting out a deep breath.
“I love you, Soren. I’ll see you soon.”
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