The forsaken luna

It has been a full month since the shattering of her heart. It has been seven hundred and thirty hours since her world was shattered. The sensation remained surreal. Each passing day brings with it an escalating intensity of pain.

Despite the circumstances, she was acutely aware of the necessity to exhibit strength. She displayed remarkable resilience and fortitude throughout her pregnancy, nurturing the precious life that flourished within her—depending on her and requiring her presence. Resilient in the face of adversity, she remains grateful for the unwavering support of her steadfast companions. She possessed an unwavering strength, determined to preserve her sanity. The objective is to refrain from transforming into a monstrous being.

Zara had witnessed the visage of an ailing rogue. She harbored no desire for such a fate. The more time she spent apart from a pack and distanced from her mate. She ran the risk of transforming into something else. Transformed into a wolf consumed by a singular objective, the relentless pursuit of death.

Her gaze fell upon Ethan's breakfast on the bedside table. He exhibited a remarkable level of kindness and attentiveness towards her. He offered her solace, allowing her tears to flow freely as she sought comfort in his embrace. She consistently ensured that she was nourished. She was guiding the optimal timing for her showering routine. She allowed herself to reach a state where her odor became so repulsive that it induced a gag reflex.

She expressed her gratitude towards him. In the depths of the evening, she found herself without a destination. Had he not extended his hospitality, she would have remained adrift. Concealed in the shadows, she patiently awaited the arrival of her pack, fully aware of their sinister intent to bring about her demise. The group was entrusted with providing care and support for her. Zara emitted a soft snort, a reaction she kept to herself upon entertaining that notion. A cascade of fat tears streamed down her cheek.

Regardless of the extent of her emotional pain, her mind consistently gravitated toward Nathan. Had he only heeded her words? All she required was his undivided attention, a willing ear to hear her out. Had he been attentive, she would have informed him that Cole possessed the powers of a witch.

In the aftermath of his departure, she grappled with emotional turmoil. She had attempted to establish a mental connection with him. She implored him to grant her the opportunity to express herself. He was allowing the full range of her emotions to flow freely through their deep connection and expressing her profound affection and undeniable dependence on him at this very moment. However, he impeded the connection. She experienced the sensation of encountering an insurmountable obstacle.

She was indifferent to the outcome at this point. He likely surmised that it would be a more convenient course of action for her to end her own life, alternatively, if another individual escorted her. According to the prevailing legislation, he held the esteemed position of Alpha, thereby granting him the authority to pursue her relentlessly in the hunt and administer her retribution for the slaying of a fellow supernatural being. The legislation prescribed her penalty as capital punishment.

Her spiraling thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a resounding knock on the door. The room was enveloped in darkness until a small fracture formed, allowing a slender beam of light to seep through. With a gentle motion, she raised her head from the soft embrace of her pillow. A portion of it remains moist, evidence of her copious tears.

After the initial week had passed, she believed that there would be no further tears to be shed. However, despite efforts to contain them, leaks continue to occur daily. "Please, do come in," she uttered, her voice bearing an unfamiliar timbre that even she struggled to identify. The sound emitted was characterized by a rough and subdued quality.

She perpetually harbored the belief that Cole had been the cause of her emotional devastation when in fact, he had not. Nathan, however, left her with visible bruises. Nathan left her shattered and emotionally wounded.

Ethan approached her with a gentle tone, expressing concern. "It appears that you have not consumed any food." He sat on the edge of her bed, gently taking her hand in his. "You must partake in nourishment, for it is no longer solely for your sustenance," he addressed her with a tone that suggested she was akin to a ferocious creature. She was on the verge of snapping at any given moment.

That evening, she arrived at Ethan's residence after all that had transpired. Despite the audible rhythm of the heartbeat, disbelief persisted. Ethan promptly acquired a pregnancy test for her. It required a span of six units of time for the realization to permeate the consciousness fully.

She was on the cusp of embarking on the profound journey of motherhood. A resilient mother is navigating life's challenges while seeking refuge. I am a mother. It was a role she had never fathomed assuming. Is she capable of being a competent mother? Throughout her formative years, she was devoid of the presence of a maternal figure. There is a distinct absence of individuals available for observation and learning purposes. She found herself grappling with the challenge of adequately nourishing the child.

With a graceful motion, she delicately grasped the fork and began savoring each delectable bite of the pancakes thoughtfully prepared by Ethan and quietly masticating as he carefully observed. He was anticipating his forthcoming thoughts. Having spent a considerable amount of time in his company, she had become intimately familiar with the subtle mannerism of his lower lip being chewed. A sense of unease plagued him.

"Zara, it is detrimental to your well-being to confine yourself in such a manner," his voice resonated with genuine concern.

"May I inquire, Ethan, as to your desired destination for my presence? Regrettably, I cannot stroll, for I am bound to this abode. Should I venture outside, the grave consequence of my demise awaits, as they possess the intent to extinguish my life." Is he evicting her? Has she overstayed her hospitality?

Zara, you do not need to depart from your residence's premises. "Perhaps, it would be wise to vacate this room," he suggested, his gaze fixated upon her with his expressive brown eyes. The anguish he harbored was evident as he observed her immersed in her sorrow.

I am not acquainted with Ethan. "I would prefer not to impede your progress," she confessed, her fingers idly toying with the hem of the comforter as she deliberately averted her gaze from his.

"You would never impede my path, Zara. Why don't we engage in a joint activity? Such as fostering camaraderie as roommates." He gently playfully nudged her shoulder, accompanied by a boyish grin that consistently gave her a modicum of solace.

"Very well," she uttered as she emerged from her slumber. The sensation of her feet making contact with the floor seemed unfamiliar, as she had only risen from her bed on previous occasions to attend to bodily needs or cleanse herself.

She trailed behind Ethan, observing him gracefully carrying her now vacant plate into the kitchen. "Would you care to partake in the viewing of a film?"She arched an eyebrow inquisitively. "I shall prepare a batch of popcorn for you, generously adorned with an abundance of butter," he declared with a lighthearted grin. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, an unspoken response that conveyed her agreement.