Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Chapter 3

~Third Person POV~

Stomping her feet on the doormat in front of the vintage log cabin, a small sigh is heard through the cruelty of the north wind. The smells of food coming from inside the dwelling makes her insides grow warm at the thought of a hot meal.

Wondering who was home and what they were doing, another sigh escaped her. Was she going to be greeted in a welcoming manner or will she need to guard herself at first entrance. The thoughts ran through her as she shook the precipitation off her coat.

Pushing the door open the tangy aroma of stew and apple cinnamon infiltrated her nostrils causing an involuntary moan to escape as her mouth watered. Pulling down the hood, her red hair flared, excepting the grand release from its warm prison.

“That smells good. Do you have enough for a lonely drifter such as myself?” smiley nicely at the back of the woman standing in front of her. The woman’s silvery hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves. Shimmering in the low light of the room.

Still removing the unyielding constriction of outer garments that kept her safe from the harshness of the weather outside. She hung them with care on the rack near the door.

As if the words or intruder was a normal occurrence the woman kept working in the kitchen. “Of course I have enough food. Thank you for the compliment.” filling two plates as if she knew this particular visitor would come.

Turning around taking a few steps, never looking up directly at her visitor, she placed both plates on the table in front of them and sat down. “Enjoy. It will warm you up.” still never making eye contact but waving her utensil around in the air slightly as to say welcome, come eat.

Silence was thick in the room… yet not overbearing or uncomfortable. The two women ate in that silence happily until they were finished with their meals. Each placing their used utensils and plates into the sink.

The sitting room was calm and still as she lit the last of the candles surrounding it. The only light seen was from those candles and the calming flicker of the fireplace. And that is how she liked it. Smiling, she took the book on the small table next to her and sat in the single arm chair to read by the warmth of the fire. A handmade blanket draped on the back, she pulled it over her shoulders and sighed softly smiling in her contentment. Her red hair now caught between the blanket and her neck providing extra warmth.

At the sink, the other stood with gently swaying hips with the vibration of the music playing. Her silky hair flowing behind her like an old friend coming to dance too. Drying the dishes for the night was complete. Wiping her hands, she turned her head to the left and listened intently before smiling.

“You have finished lighting the candles sister?” without looking up from the book a simple reply came, “yes, and the fire is perfect. Come. Sit with me.”

Putting the towel down on the edge of the sink, she complies walking towards the sitting area. Picking up her stitches on the way to finish making the thing she started. Not quite sure what she is making… just something. Something she knows that will be needed later. By who or for what reason is unclear however.

“How were your travels?” she started still not making direct eye contact with her sister.

“Fruitful. I believe I found the missing Royal.” never looking up, herself as if their conversation was as normal as asking about the weather.

“Really?!?” dropping her stitches. Pondering for a moment what was just muttered, she looked up, finally making that connection with her sister. Bright blue eyes full of wisdom and age stared at her. Awaiting more information.

“Where have you found them? Do they know who they are?” she asked with great concern etched in her voice.

“She… is named Timber. Now residing as the Luna of the Graves Pack.” saying matter of factly. “...and no. She does not seem to know who or what she is.” Pondering what was said, she closed her eyes and tried to reach out but coming into a block of some sort.

“What about Shamira? Has she sensed her yet?” picking the stitches back up to continue working.

“It appears so. Yes.” a small frown creeping upon her face as she continues. “Selene. I believe she has been in contact with her.” a solemn look comes over her beautiful features.

“Well, then. If this is the case that cannot be good. For her… or anyone for that matter.” shaking her head in disapproval.

“I agree. If Shamira kills her, then no one will be safe from her. She is too much like her aunt. That diabolical woman never deserved the elemental gifts. Thank the Goddess and the other Ancient ones for not giving her any.”

“Well then, sister Maira… Let us prepare for Timber’s impending visit. Were you able to position the stone?”

“Of course. It was a little tricky getting it from Shamira without her knowing, however.” shaking her head in solace. “She tried shielding it with elemental power. Silly girl.” laughing slightly at the memory of her ignorance.

“Aahh, yes. She would be one to keep energy surrounding it as an alarm system, now wouldn’t she? The greedy thing she has become. Shamira could’ve been great if it wasn’t for the tarnishing of her wolf spirit like her aunt.” tsking sounds were made between them.

“Kindred spirits those two now are. Such a shame her destiny will not be pleasant if all goes as foretold.” both nodding in agreeance once more before silence took over again.

“Everything has been set up for her and the twins. Let’s hope her brute of a mate, Alpha Johnathon lives up to that putrid reputation of his. She is going to need his strength and overprotectiveness to get out of this one.” Selene breaks the silence. Nodding they came into an agreeance again silently… only to return to what they were doing.

“We should summon the others, Maira. They will need their help.” saying after a long period of silence. Never looking up from her work.

“I know Selene. I will go to them after some rest. This last journey was tiresome for this old one.” she said with a slight smile and chuckle. “It will take some time seeing each of them. Everyone thinks you are the last of our kind. Only a select few know the truth and they stay in hiding.”

“I know.” nodding as she spoke before stopping her work placing it in her lap she sighs heavily. “And we need to keep it that way for now. I will wait here for Timber when she arrives.” sighing once more thinking intently to herself.

“Maira, you go and prepare the others. Darkness is coming and we will need everyone who will come.” Selene finally says after finishing her deep thought. She picks up her work and continues it rocking slowly.

If they succeed in gathering the others in this war, everything will be saved. If by some chance something goes terribly wrong… everything everyone knows will change. Forever.