The sprinting wind whistles a theme of natural lullaby as it glides the sky in sheer beauty.It was the same wind that had kissed the soul of pollen, the same wind that caressed the sky with its music drifting afar off. It was the same wind that was intimate with the green colored grasses and the brown carpet of sands.Furthermore, it was the same wind that had in its voice Scott's whispers. Besides, it circled a certain cabin, far away from where it had originated from. There she laid on the deeply unconscious, a certain woman who had been changed by time yet in a way untouched by it.He walked by the stranger again, checking for her pulse and muttering to himself. He had been doing this routinely now and then, he had been checking this same woman's pulse and had almost lost hope of her living.The woman was breathing on her own quite alright, but she appeared to be in a kind of deep sleep. He had wondered how her eyes looked, as mere looking at her face drove him into many fantasie

ARIA'S POVLights wound around the wooden slats of the window, and it did it in a way that screamed art, outside I could feel the rain drizzle. The same rain that drizzled the night he was formed deep in my womb, then he had been nothing more than racing spermatozoa but now here he was standing right before myself, a person forged out of me.His gaze came back up, acknowledging my face finally, and we looked at each other for a moment that felt like an eternity. I could feel his grip slipped down shoulders to my back, I guess he feared losing me too as the smooth – softer pads of his fingertips brushed my soft ones, and making our heart skip a beat.Yeah,” I could feel everything in just that long hug. I breathed in how long he must have waited by my bed side, hoping his mother would be awake. I could breathe in the fears he must have felt. His grip on me wasn't so hard, but it was heavy and immovable by his conscious actions. It felt as though he was compelled to do this : hold

**ARIA'S POV**I slowly took my seat on a chair and my mind went to how different Tristan and Scott are, there's so much difference between the two of them.Tristan was kind enough to save a stranger whom he knows nothing about, but Scott will never do that.My blood boiled with rage at the thought of the time I've wasted with Scott those years ago. It's my bad luck that I was attracted to a man like Scott. Had I had someone like Tristan as my mate, then I'm sure none of this would have happened, he wouldn't have betrayed me like Scott did.Tristan is so different from him and I can see that clearly.Scott used me, that was the only reason he was with me those time, he used me, and then he betrayed me, he betrayed the love we shared.Once again, the whole incident flashed through my mind and a lone tear slipped down my cheek.I want to avoid crying because of this, but no matter how long it's been, I can never forget the pain.I don't think I'll ever get over the pain of Scott's betr

**ARIA'S POV**Weeks has gone by, and there are a lot of things I've learned.Where I was the outskirt of Mystic shadow pack where Scott and his wife, along with their people, couldn't find me.Tristan has explained to me that it was important for me to be kept safe, as the people were still on the hunt for my body.Although I find this funny, so many years have gone by, yet Scott is still searching for my body.Tristan made me to understand that some people never believed that I ran away, while some believed I'm dead. Either ways, I feel so relieved that Tristan saved my life.I was surprised by the words the women of the pack told me, how Tristan was constantly shuffling between caring for I and my son.“Mother,” I heard a Boy's voice, which jolted me out of my thoughts.“You're out here alone,” He said as he took a sit beside me.I smiled at him, his whole body was stained with mud, he's been out playing with the other kids at the pack.“Where's father?” He asked.I furrowed my bro

ARIA'S POVTruthfully, the last few days of my life had been the most fun I would have to admit to myself if not everyone else. Despite that, the best moments of my days were the ones I spent in my son.We took long walks down the Alley and out into open streets, with him waving at passerby, who smiled back at him. I noticed treated him with respect, even at that young age, he walked in the way someone born to be an Alpha would.He carried him self attractively with little hints of pride, but in overalls he was a very likeable child.Today we had started our long walk just before afterglow, we had walked around the oaks trees that marked where Tristan transition every full moon.My boy told me he had watched him transitioned a few times while peeking out of the window.He asked me how it felt, and I explained to him in details, knowing full well he won't be getting his wolf until a couple of years.“What is a lycan, mom?” he suddenly asked.He appeared to be in his inquisitive best t