Free Moon Bound (Glorious Darkness Book 1) by Unknown Page B

in the scents of the forest in hope to find out...
    The trail is so faint, the sweet aroma of lilac barely recognizable underneath all others but to me it's a scent I'll know everywhere. Her scent. Fading away as if she's fading away too.
    My paws thundering on the forest canopy, I reach into the pack bond, my mind searching for her unique spark as my wolf is following the trail her feet left on the ground.
    I feel it. The world is crashing down on me. The sky is falling, ruptured by thunders and storms.
    SCARLET , I shout, the beast on an uproar inside me, breaking down just like the man is.
    Free. I am free, Alpha.  A distant echo of laughter sinking into the silence.
    She's left... 
    Gone...
    Free.

(12) Pack
     
    |Scarlet's POV|
    I feel lost watching the speeding by trees, the illuminated crowns shaping into a tunnel-like passage. The sun rays are probing through the withered leaves as windy hands are lifting up the ones resting on the ground until they are air-born, dancing and singing along the inaudible melody. Magic is clinging in the chilly morning air, the same one wafting through the slid down window. Small particles of dust are left behind our passage, the tires protesting their advance on the dirt road.
    It's been hours since we switched our places and, although I keep dosing off as my lids closing against my will to keep them up, I can never fully relax in my seat.
    "Don't fall asleep on me, Scar." A slight nudge to my side follows her words. She won't let me rest. "We're almost there."
    Her face looks blurred in my vision, lack of sleep and exhaustion both playing on it.
    "You keep saying this. Yet, here we are - in the middle of nowhere," I mumble groggily to her. All that's come from her mouth so far has been a total BS.
    "Ten minutes," she promises for probably the fifteenth time, bags under her eyes and dark circles surrounding them.
    She's the only person who has done anything for me. For two years, there hasn't been anyone to help me, sacrifice themselves in any, even the smallest of ways person... for me.
    This means amount to something. Her sacrifice must mean we're really getting somewhere. Getting home.
    Trusting her - a stranger, "Hope there's a bed ready 'cause I'm ready to fall down," I say, imagining all that could be waiting for me, hopefully will.
    "A bed as well as breakfast," she taunts.
    My stomach taking that as a sign to give a loud churn by the very mention of food, I perk up. 
    Turning my way, giving me a soft chuckle, "See, it's hungry," she points out.
    "Eyes on the road, please," I snap, irked by her careless driving. "I would rather have us stay on the road, you know." She knows. We both do after what happened.
    Rolling her eyes at me, she raises her arms in a gesture of mock surrender. "Yeah, hold it against me, will ya?" 
    "Hands on the freaking wheel, Micah!" I shout, both drowsiness and hunger forgotten.
    "Alright, alright. Chill, girlfriend," she bellows, placing her hands on the wheel. 
    The rest of the journey is spent in silence, only interrupted by her occasional chuckle. Listening to the rumble of the engine, watching the passing by trees, the light that intensifies as the wind picks up the leaves, throws them to the ground to rot for the coming winter, I can't help but think of all I've left behind.
    Imagining Alpha with his pack, he's now probably sitting at breakfast, laughing alongside them, happy and rejoicing despite his mate not being next to him. Wishing that he could feel it, what it's like to be broken - empty, I know he probably doesn't.
    Too strong to be weak. Too domineering to feel anything but anger because of my decision to leave him to his own devices. Forcing me to crumble from the very beginning. Why?
    "Safe and sound at the final destination." Her voice snaps me out of my thoughts. 
    Holding my breath, I see the house looming ahead of us, the people waiting in front.
    "Right on time too. See, you shouldn't have doubted me," she tells me with a smirk.