Alana’s POV
“Put on some clothes Axel,” I repeated for the third time in five minutes.
Tyler had walked in on us right after Axel made it known to me that he was ready to mark me and ready for me to mark him.
I was thankful that he deemed it fit to have a conversation with me rather than just do it straight away.
For as long as I could remember, I had wanted the same thing. I wanted to be accepted in whichever pack I found myself in. I wanted my wolf to speak to me and I wanted someone to love and cherish me.
The Moon Goddess was allowing me that but there I was, rooted to the spot and unable to utter a word.
I wanted Axel. I wanted the bond. I wanted to mark him, and I wanted to be marked by him.
So why was I holding back? Why didn’t I just open my mouth and say it to him?
Something…an emotion…heartbreak flashed in his eyes for a brief second but vanished instantly and he turned to Tyler to accept the clothes he brought with him.
“What happened here?”
Axel’s gaze gave away nothing else, other than the tension that was thick enough for me to bite through.
“Emily got her wolf,” I cleared my throat and suddenly found my lost voice.
Tyler’s eyes went wide. “And you were here with her?” He asked, unbelieving.
“Yes,” I nodded.
“How?”
“Um…I don’t think I know how to answer that.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. What I meant to say was wow. Wow, Alana.”
Why everyone seemed surprised I was with Emily through her first shift was beyond me.
Speaking of the devil, Emily broke out from the bushes panting heavily with more fresh blood soaking her snout and the fur on her face and paws.
Tyler played with the new wolf as we all made it back into the pack in a stretch of uncomfortable silence.
Once the other pack mates were in view, the small crowd that was left of the game dropped quiet at the sight of the unfamiliar wolf trotting down with us.
Thankfully, Axel broke the deafening silence and announced. “Emily has gotten her wolf form.” His face was still flat, not giving a smile or any other expression. “And the Luna was there to help her through it.”
Whispers of awe and gratitude slowly filled the air before the crowd broke into howls and cheers, celebrating the addition to the pack wolves.
Mixed feelings rushed through me as pack manners came forth to offer thanks to me and congratulatory pats and jabs to Emily’s wolf.
I didn’t have this when I first turned. It’s not like I expected anything special to happen, but the thought of what it had been like sent a cold wave through me.
Coral ran in our direction beaming proudly at me.
“Luna, Alana, great job.” She gave me a curt nod before scratching Emily’s wolf playfully.
A younger female wolf just about Emily’s age came up with a small blanket for Emily and her eyes shot wide as though she was trying to scream at her friend.
Bones snapping and reforming sounded in the air for a minute before Emily’s small frame curled up on the floor.
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