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I dreamed of a world where we could love one another simply because of our similarities and not because of the torturous past that devoured our innocence and left us in broken shells.
I’d reached this far not only because of my perseverance to prove a point to the world, but because this man supported me the entire way. He did it in his own way, a path many wouldn't be able to understand when they reviewed it with their own eyes, but he was the reason my heart still thrummed against my chest.
He's the reason I was willing to create a new path.
He finished drying my hair and I tried to avoid his gaze in the reflection, but he slowly moved me so I was facing him. After a moment, he lifted me up to sit on the sink counter.
"Willow."
I felt ashamed to look at him. This feeling of weakness prompted me into a state of vulnerability. I hated this emotion, and I only wondered if it'd get worse as things got harder. For some reason, I wanted to blame the arrival of the Forbidden for all of this shit.
Blame the reason for my vulnerability on them because I was living my shitty dual life just fine without them. Now everything was being altered into something I couldn't predict -something I couldn't control with my very hands -and it was scary.
So fucking scary.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Should I even talk about it? What would I even say? That I hated that everything seemed to be spiraling out of control and I wasn’t sure I could stop or fight against the damage such a cyclone of change will leave behind? That I hadn't felt so vulnerable and insecure since the first few weeks we were freed from our captivity and left to recover in solitude?
My mouth opened, but the words didn't come out as my lip trembled and my tears ran down my cheeks. He said nothing, but he embraced me firmly, allowing me to shed my tears in the privacy of his muscled chest.
I cried silently, fighting every sob that threatened to escape as my tears continued to fall. I knew I'd be better. I had to be better. I wasn’t a quitter or a weakling. I'd always had to fight in this life. Since the moment I understood that as a female, I'd never fit into a world of male dominance.
That as a human, I'd never walk among wolf shifters who didn't already carry a state of judgment against me. I understood the circumstances I was born into, and that only grew with clarity when I endured some of the craziest shit ever.
The reminder made me sigh as I fought hard to stop myself from crying. I couldn't cave in now. Not even in the arms of the man I fucking loved. The man who was destined to be with someone else sooner rather than later
The man that will be taken away from me when Mother Moon decides it's time for him to love his true mate and not a pitiful woman like myself.
I tried to pull back, but he held me firmly, which made me grunt.
"I don't want your hug anymore."
"Liar," he mumbled. "You're overthinking again."
"Only a matter of time before we're forced to go our separate ways."
"Says who?"
"Says Mother Moon. Destiny. Life."
"I'm not going."
"That's not an option when your mate is in the picture."
"If Mother Moon understands me, her wolf child, she'll know what I want and deliver."
"You can't put your trust in her like that!"
"Why not?" He pulled back this time to look straight into my eyes. "She knows the woman I want is right here. She won't forsake me."
"Are you blind or insane?" I huffed and slapped his chest, which I was sure did nothing as my tears fell once more.
"Could be both. Depends on the situation," he reasoned, which made me grunt and slap his chest again and again. He took my abuse, the anger that I was clearly releasing on the wrong person, but I couldn't help it because he wouldn't go away.
He wouldn't leave my life or even distance himself, and it pissed me off because this was the loyalty I needed in my life. This was the security I'd desired in family, friends, and the imagined pack I'd always hoped to be a part of.
Now I had one of the three standing before me, being as obvious as ever that his devotion would never wither, and it was far too much for me to accept. It was a fairytale I begged to live through forever, and yet I was frightened for it to be stolen from my grasp at my happiest moment.
