Wise old man

"Found it," Timothy shouted; it was his gym bag. He threw it on the bed and quickly started packing it.

Timothy began moving back and forth, trying to locate some gym clothes and shoes. Did he even have gym shoes still? Never mind, he must have something that could work.

Daniela sat up and watched him incredulously, "What are you doing?"

"I am starting right now,' Timothy declared with a T-shirt in his hand, pointing his finger downward at 'right now.'

Oh, my Goddess, Daniela did not have the bandwidth to deal with this. She got up and stormed out of the room after looking at him, clearly showing her displeasure.

She left a crazed Timothy to pack his gym bag and head to the gym.

She would not stick around for this madness. She was not here for all this drama. All she f*cking wanted was to c*m.

Soon enough, the driver had returned from dropping everyone off, and Ivan and Daniela headed home.

While a happy, exhausted Theo stumbled his way up to his room only to find Christen sprawled suggestively on his bed.

Theo almost gagged at the view. However, at the sight of her, Osouf immediately came to the surface, and Theo gladly allowed it, then disappeared in the back of his mind, leaving Osouf in charge as he always did when it came to lying with Christen.

Osouf was instantly drawn to the pull of the mate bond. Sometimes, it was more potent than others, but on a night like this, when it's more powerful, he ravishes Christen till the sun comes up.

This is precisely what Christen was hoping for tonight; she needed to feel loved by this man. She needed to feel desired and wanted.

And having Osouf make sweet, tender yet hot, and passionate love to her was what she needed to ease and mend her broken heart.

'Yes, Athalia, look at me now.' She wickedly thought as she pushed Osouf onto his back, climbed on top of him, straddled him, and spoke to a dead woman.

Yip, she suddenly talks to dead people now; this is what her life had come to recalling her earlier conversation with James, Theo's father.

She dipped and kissed him passionately as the necklace glowed around her neck, strengthening the bond once more.

They made mad love throughout the rest of the night as she screamed out in pleasure, screaming Osouf. Christen never dares to say 'Theo' at a time like this, because from the moment he is fully alert, his human immediately withdraws, and she feels it tenfold.

It was always that look of disgust that crushed her every time.

Every time that look of disgust filled, his eyes would tear Christen's heart to pieces. The pain was too much for her to endure.

Christen longed to return to that time when Theo was letting go of Athalia and drawing closer to her. He started to look at her with care. She knew she had a long way to go for love, but at least it was a tiny step in the right direction.

Nevertheless, in her height of pleasure and trying for another child, still hoping for the girl, she would scream Osouf's name as he f*cked her vigorously.

Too bad it does not have the same lasting effect on Theo. D@mn, his bloody human soul for already being in love with another.

At first, whenever Theo was intimate with her, she always opened her eyes to see it was Osouf and not Theo.

Seeing those glowing wolf eyes in the forefront staring back at her lovingly.

She initially did not understand it until she spoke to James, Theo's father. The wise old man had realized just how deep his boy was in love with the witch.

And for a man that hated witches, it was why he had done everything he could so that Theo never ended up with one. He had explained to her that Theo would resign himself to his wolf during the act.

It was like he did not even want to be with another woman. He always let the wolf take the reigns.

Now, Theo does not even bother to pretend anymore. He simply welcomes Osouf to the forefront instantly, and Christen has resigned herself to the loving looks his wolf would give her, and she imagines it was Theo as well, simply too filled with desire and passion for her.

That helps her situation!

Though Theo was not in love with his wife and did not feel the connection as strongly, Christen was his wife. He had decided to marry her because of his father's cruel intentions and threats.

And Theo would continue to have her as his wife and treat her as such except for intimacy. But lately, as his father was dead, Theo thought, why should he continue this sham?

Theo did not feel for Christen the way Osouf felt for her, so why continue? For Osouf?

Theo was conflicted.

Meanwhile, Ivan and Daniela got home; after tossing and turning in his bed for half an hour, Ivan snuck out to head over to pick up Jada, calling her on the way; they would go to their hotel for the night. Again!

He could not sleep. He needed Jada close.

BACK - in Ragnuff Crescent Moon Community...

Two weeks later...

Alpha Zayne Steele

Zayne ran through the forest at full speed and was moving forward purposefully. The sound of his paws thudded on the forest bed, disturbing the earth's soil as he pressed on.

The clean, earthy, fresh forest air went in and out of his mouth and nostrils as he panted. It was like a force was pulling him forward, leading him somewhere in the darkness of night.

Based on his route, Zayne suspected he was heading toward 'Pure Waterfalls.'

They said this waterfall was a connection to the Divine Moon Goddess, and it was a little outside of his community's borders but friendly grounds, all were welcome to visit. In the early seventeen hundreds, it was a place people frequently visited.

Either to bathe in the beautiful shade of aqua, crystal clear water, or take millions of pictures.

It was a majestic waterfall. It was radiant and divine. The stones in the water glittered at night, lighting up the waterfalls.

But now, the waterfall was always scarce of the liveliness it once had.

It is said that when that happens. It was making room for the white wolf, preparing itself. It is rumored that it was the home of a white wolf. Or a place where it comes to find solace, something like that.

But it was a rumor, never proven true, as no one had ever actually spotted a white wolf at the location before.

Zayne was unsure of what this pull meant but kept treading forward. Nearing the waterfall, he slowed and approached with caution. Lowering his snout to the forest bed, he sniffed around, then sniffed the air.

Nothing, so he proceeded forward. At the waterfall, he looked around, still as beautiful as he remembered, and the water glowed magnificently bright. He looked around, but still nothing, so he sat on his haunches.

When squinting his eyes at the other side of the lake, he saw the most beautiful white wolf he had ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. The way the moonlight hit her fur, Goddess.

It took his breath away. It shimmered like the pond the Divine Being drank from. He whined as if the sight was too pure to look upon, yet he could not bring himself to look away.

He stood on all fours instantly and slowly proceeded towards the white wolf. Of course, he had to go all the way around the lake to get to her, which was at a distance.

The closer Zayne got, the faster and louder his heart thumped in his chest. He heard it loudly in his eardrums—Doodoot, doodoot, doodoot, doodoot, doodoot, the sound thrummed.

Suddenly he was nervous and unsure, hesitating. Should he approach? He did not want to scare her but wanted no need to be closer to her. He knew that much, so he moved forward.

She sensed him coming. Her snout jutted up from the water and whipped in his direction. She narrowed the most unique blue eyes he had ever seen at him, so mesmerizing.

Zayne slowed, taking one step forward at a time, dipping his head, showing no hostility.

The white wolf saw Zayne's giant black wolf, Aragorn, approaching, and she ran off.

Suddenly, Zayne gave chase before he even knew he was moving. His body proceeded on its own, like instinct.

D@mn, she was fast, Zayne zipped and zagged his way through the forest, following her tracks, and he could not smell her scent for some reason.

Zayne came to a dead stop at a small stream and noticed no tracks were coming out of the creek on the other side.

Again, before he knew what he was doing, he jumped into the stream and allowed the strength and powerful flow of the water to propel him forward, his eyes frantically darting to the left and right, looking for tracks coming out of the stream...