Excited to spend the day with Micah, I wake up early and run to my bathroom. Unfortunately, the packhouse being an old castle has not yet been modernised. I've complained to my Mum and Dad about it, but they say the castle is perfect the way it is and that what is good for the gander is good for the goose. So, it's apparently good to put more effort into things such as pumping the water ourselves instead of simply turning on a tap. So, I begrudgingly pump the water into the large, round wooden tub. Once it's full, I reach for the bowl of rose petals and scatter a handful into the water. Steam rises above the water along with the aroma of the petals. I pull off my nighty, toss it aside, and step into the water. Slowly submerging myself in the tub, I hold my breath for as long as possible. I fantasise I'm in the ocean, and Micah is swimming toward me. His hand reaches out towards mine. My hand, in return, reaches out to his. Our fingers touch, and we clasp our fingers together. Micah's
I place the dagger back into its sheath and tuck it into my belt. Then I take fifteen steps back from the tallest tree stump. A couple of years ago, Micah and I spent time carving silly faces into all the stumps we use as targets. I halt once I'm far enough away from the stumps and take the two old daggers tucked into the waist of my belt. Then, flourishing them in my hand, I aim and throw them at the tallest target. They spin through the air and hit the target but land an inch off where I had aimed.'Try it with your new dagger,' Micah says.'I don't want to damage it, though,''You won't,' he laughs, 'Trust me. It's indestructible,' he smirks.His crooked smile makes me giddy and puts me in a trance. I nod in response.With my new dagger in hand, I narrow my eyes at the target and throw.The dagger struck right between the eyes of the target.'Bullseye!' I squeal.Micah lifts me and hugs me, 'I knew you could do it,' he says and then walks over to the stump and pulls the daggers out
Everyone admires the love and affection Micah, and I are showing each other. Micah tucks my hair behind my ear and sweetly pecks my cheek. I snuggle closer to him and rest my head on his chest as his fingers caress my back. Then, I take his free hand and hold it tenderly on my lap.Leo wiggles his eyebrows at me, 'What?' I ask, giving him a look.'If you two continue to be so damn cute together, my heart might spontaneously combust with happiness for you two,' he smiles.Micah wraps his arms around me as we laugh, pulls me onto his lap, and I cup his face with both hands, and we share a passionate kiss.As soon as we finish our kiss, I turn to Leo, 'So, did your heart explode?' I ask him with a big grin.Leo clutches his chest pretending to be in pain, and falls back from the log he is sitting on, 'My heart, it's about too… boom!' He says, tossing a handful of dry leaves in the air to imitate an explosion.We all burst into laughter as the leaves float back down to the ground.'I hope
Returning to my room, my eyes rest silently on my collection of odd daggers. Most are blunt, and only a few have a subtle shine. Yet, no matter how old or blunt they are, I wouldn't get rid of them. They each represent a certain phase of me. Each tells a tale of how I had grown to become the skilled fighter I am today. I want to be a pack warrior one day, even if I am also a Luna.Staring at my dull collection taunts the warrior in me. My hands flinch as they urge to hold and flourish the daggers. I take my new dagger from my belt and run my fingers over the sheath.I’m grateful Micah taught me all I know about fighting. The only downfall is that I cannot use my fighting skills against Tamara ad Vicky. It would affect my role and reputation at Storm Glenn when I am to become Luna if I fight them. Not only that, I don’t want it to cause any trouble for Micah. I’m certain his father already dislikes me, although I’ve only met him once. His father, Alpha Varan, came to visit Micah last s
Micah places me down. I pull half a dozen old daggers out from different areas of my clothing and begin to aim and toss them one by one at the trees.As usual, each blade lands an inch away from where I wanted it to go. I pull the daggers out and hand them to Micah so that he can have his turn. Each time he throws, they land an inch on the opposite side to where mine landed. Micah shrugs.I giggle. Micah turns and pulls me close against his body. He gives me a mischievous look and begins to waltz. Micah is an amazing dancer. He is good at everything, to be honest. Fighting, schooling, especially maths and science, dancing, cooking. He is perfect at everything he does and perfect in every way. His kind, sweet personality. His face that the Gods must have chiselled themselves. His sable brown eyes which remind me of Autumn. His scent, oh Gods, his scent sends the cauldron inside me bubbling.I continue to follow his lead. Our feet move swiftly together and our eyes glimmer, gazing at on
Dark clouds fill the night sky, and it begins to rain heavily on us.I look down the slope of rocks and frown, ‘Be careful when you climb down, Micah. It’s slippery,’ I caution him.‘I’ll be fine,’ he smiles. ‘Can you see anywhere we can take cover?’ He asks.I look around, but the moonlight is shrouded by the dark clouds blocking any light. As a result, it’s pitch black all around me.‘I can’t see anything, no wolf remember?’‘Oh, yeah. Sorry, I sometimes forget you can’t see like the rest of us in the darkness.’Micah takes my hand, leading me to the ledge. He slides down onto the first boulder and reaches out to lift me down. Once we reach the third boulder, he sets me down. A loud crack of thunder strikes nearby. I scream, slip and fall.‘Lylah!’ Micah yells and reaches out to grab my arm, but it’s too late. I fall into darkness, slamming into boulders on my way down. When I’m finally still, I feel my entire body ache, stinging with pain.I groan in agony. A warm liquid trickles d
When I explained to my dad that I was covered in Mica’s slobber to help my wounds heal, the look on my dad’s face was classic. Except for the part where he dropped me when he realised he was touching Micah’s saliva. Thankfully with Micah's swift movements, he was able to catch me. My mother was so mad at dad that she even asked Sally for the frying pan. My Dad retreated quick-smart. My mother is the only person I have ever seen my father fear. Seeing him bolt inside the packhouse was hilarious.Micah carries me to my room and into the bathroom. My mother follows.‘I’ll come back later to check on you,’ Micah says and places a kiss on my forehead.‘Okay,’ I smile, happy knowing I will see him again today.Sally enters my room and prepares my bed and a fresh nighty, while Bella brings up a bowl of hot soup and buttered bread for me to eat.My mother helps me and unzips my hoodie. She frowns at the baldric I’m wearing and the shiny silver sheath inserted into it.‘Lylah, where did you ge
Once we finish breakfast, I take Micah’s hand and walk through the corridors and up the vast amount of steps until we reach the open terrace at the top of the North Tower.‘Practising spells?’ Micah guesses.‘Yep,’ I say.We sit together on the stone bench. Micah holds the book for me while I wave my wand repeating incantations and spells.‘Visionous Memorious!’ I say firmly, holding my wand.‘Tremendous Nebulus!’ I say, flicking the wand.Nothing but a natural cool breeze blows past my face.‘Focus, Lylah,’ I say.I face the small pot plant, pull my sleeves up, and wave my wand, ‘Lifto Levitatous,’ I repeat a few times in different tones.After an hour of failed attempts at casting spells, I sigh and turn to Micah, ‘Let’s do something else,’ I suggest.‘What do you want to do?’I tap my foot and look around in thought and an idea springs to life, ‘Catch me,’ I smile.‘Catch you?’ Micah says, confused.I shake my head yes, race from the open terrace back into the tower, and run down t