Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake)

Chloe

Chloe

The night sky spread out above like a peaceful canvas, sprinkled with a million stars, painting a tranquil scene.

Despite the peaceful night, my feelings were turbulent.

I was still in the Silver Pack. Because it was already getting late, Arthur had suggested we spend the night at their house. Initially, I hesitated to agree, but when I saw Carrie and Arlan's pleading eyes, I couldn't resist and agreed to stay the night.

I nestled into the soft and incredibly comfortable bed they had prepared for me... Inside the guest room, Carrie had lit scented candles, filling the air with my favorite aroma. It was a cozy setting, a comfortable place for me to take a rest. Yet, inside my chest, restlessness started to linger within me until it felt like it would swallow me whole.

As I inhaled the familiar scent of the Silver Pack and gazed at the sky outside the window, memories I tried hard to forget rushed back like a relentless wave. They struck me like a heavy brick.

Closing my eyes, I couldn't escape the image of Arlan's innocent face, and it weighed on me like a burden.

Don't get me wrong… I was genuinely happy for Arthur and Carrie. I was very happy to learn about the family they created. But deep down… whenever I saw Arlan, my heart couldn't help but ache for my unborn son. I clutched my chest as the pain threatened and started to overwhelm me. The pain that was as vivid as ever.

I vividly recalled a dream I once had, where I saw the face of a little boy.

He had curly black hair and dark eyes, reminiscent of Blake. He looked very similar to Arlan too. When I looked at Arlan, it was like glimpsing into the face of my lost child, making my shoulders tremble.

of losing my son hadn't diminished. Over time, the paon did not disappear, I had only learned how to cope with it. Thus, lying in that bed I

feel her sharing in my pain, her own quiet whimper of anguish.

it any longer. Ignoring the risk of being seen, I donned my cloak and

I walked, step by step, letting the forest embrace me. Each crunch of leaves beneath my boots and the gentle hush of the wind through the leaves offered a kind of solace… It was like a reminder to me that the world was much bigger than my

made my body freeze on the

my heart was rippled with excruciating

move. I remained paralyzed and allowed the cold wind to bite my skin. I welcomed it, hoping it would, even just for a moment, numb the pain that threatened to consume me. But, no

utterly helpless

sign that someone had arrived. But when I

was gently draped over my shoulders, wrapping me in a comforting, familiar

here for long?" Blake's voice, soft and gentle, provided a

here," Blake said, his hands resting on my shoulders, a gesture

place holds so much pain for you. But you're really

continued gazing at the distant horizon, lost in my thoughts. "It's a painful place for me," I whispered softly. "But it's painful for you

us was the very spot where I

not to hurt, but to convey his shared anguish. "You've been coming here since

the furrowed lines on his face. Then,

I return here, haunted by my inability to protect

and took Blake's hand, and together, we stood in silence, silently looking at the spot that was filled beautifully