Filed to story: Rylee the Orphan Luna Novel
“And you don’t know where she went?” I shook my head and frowned. “I can’t even begin to imagine what kind of hell you all went through. What the others are still going through. I can tell you that I know what it feels like to be treated badly though.” “You do?”
“I do,” she said and lowered her eyes. She took a deep breath and told me how she was raised as a child slave by the pack who killed her entire family and her pack when she was only ten. Unlike us, she remembers her parents, but because she was raised as a slave, she doesn’t have an education and is still learning to just be a normal living person. That having been saved by Wyatt as well as the love and support from his family and the other wolves in the pack, is what helped her get past it all. “Wow, I never would have guessed you went through something like that,” I replied.
“It wasn’t all cakes and rainbows though,” she said.
“What do you mean?”
“A few months after I got here, a pack member decided to work with a dark witch to try and break Wyatt and me apart. She actually succeeded, and for a few months Wyatt and I were separated.”
“How did you get back together?”
“A magical prophecy came into play, and Wyatt had to find me before I gave birth to our son.”
“Magical what?”
“Prophecy, like fate, destiny. Something that was already written into our lives by the high powers that had to happen.”
“Oh, I see.” She smiled and nodded her head. We sat around in silence for a moment, when she flipped her hair to one side, I saw a mark on her. “Rylee, what is that mark on your neck? I think I saw Sirena and Owen with one too. Even Wyatt had one.” “This is literally called a mark,” she said. I lifted my eyebrow at her which made her laugh. “This mark was made by Wyatt, and the mark on him was made by me, for the second time at that.”
“What does it mean?”
“It symbolizes that Wyatt and I are mates, the same goes for Owen and Sirena. Dr. Andrews has one as well, but it’s a little faded since his mate passed away several years ago,” “What’s a mate?”
“A mate is someone that was made specifically for you by the moon goddess, the mother of all werewolves. That person is destined to love you for all eternity,”
“That sounds nice,” We turned around and saw that Lanie was awake.
“Good afternoon, Lanie. Did you sleep okay?”
“Yes, I did,” she said as she sat up. “Can you go into more detail about having a mate?” she asked softly with eyes still sleepy. I smiled and nodded my head. Rylee smiled back and told us all of the good things that come out of having our destined mate. Everything she said was like a romantic love story. Like the fairytales that Anna used to tell us. Having a knight in shining armor and living happily ever after.
Rylee even told us how that it isn’t always as it seems, and also told us about how rejection works. Lanie and I gasped when she told us how some will reject their mate over something as stupid as rank, money, or even the fact that they love someone else who isn’t their mate. We became depressed thinking that if our mates ever found us, they would reject us because we were practically garbage. But, Rylee made us smile again when she talked about second chances. Both of our faces lit up at that and she laughed at us. “So, you’re saying that Lexie and I have a mate out there, somewhere?”
“Yes, you do, and I want to help you two find them.”
“YOU DO?!” we both asked simultaneously.
“I do. I’m drawn to the two of you, and I think it’s because I went through a similar life the two of you did, albeit it wasn’t as bad, but I can still relate,” she said kindly.
“Rylee, can you tell us about marking?” I asked.
“Ummm…” she laughed a little and scratched her head. “Marking is very intimate and should be done when both people are ready. It’s normally … done during … s*x …” she said and blushed. Lanie and I started to giggle at her.
“Will tell us how you marked Wyatt?” Lanie asked.
“Which time?”
“Huh?” we both gave her confused looks.
“I had to mark Wyatt twice, because of the whole dark witch incident,” she said. Lanie and I looked at each other and then back at her.
“I guess the mark that he has right now,” I said and Lanie nodded her head.
“Well, that is a long story.”
***Rylee’s P.O.V.***
When Lexie and Lanie asked me about marking, I couldn’t help but blush at the thought. Even though being s****l with Wyatt was nothing new and everyone knew how we were together behind closed doors, it was a little embarrassing to talk about with two complete strangers. I could see the excitement and giddiness in their eyes, wanting to know all of the salacious details of how I marked Wyatt again, and a part of me was a little too excited to tell them.
I already told the other girls, and I was certain that Wyatt had already bragged to the guys about it, but telling two mysterious guests that just came of age was completely different. And I kind of felt like I would be bragging about my private intimate moments, which in reality I would be, and I found it to be quite invigorating.
“Well, it is a long story…” -Flashback-
It’s been a month since the entire ordeal we went through with the vampires. I had successfully turned and saved Dianna’s life, and things were getting back to normal, at least somewhat. Wyatt was being punished by the Elders council for the whole clone thing and working with Svetlana to draw Alessandro into the territory. Because of his recklessness in that aspect, the Elders had basically put him on probation.
Though Wyatt was still the Alpha, he could not make any major decisions regarding myself or the pack without their approval; additionally, any major issues that arose such as rogue attacks, new pack members, and of course taking in children off the streets had to be reported to the Elders first. Wyatt felt betrayed by the Elders because of all the good he had done and said that one wrong should not cancel out of the good, but that’s not how the Elders viewed it.
Wyatt was upset and frustrated with everything, so I decided I would have Grace and Ronan watch Sam so I could have a picnic with Wyatt. Melody told me about this natural hot spring waterfall hidden within the mountains that had become her favorite private spot to spend with Kendrick when they both had time to themselves. It was about an hour’s walk but was still within the territory, and apparently, only they knew about it. It was the middle of winter, and going to a hot spring sounded like a great idea to make Wyatt feel better.
“Hey, Wyatt,” I knocked on his office door one Saturday afternoon.
“Hey Tink, what’s up?” he said looking up from his computer.
“Are you busy?” I asked, closing the door behind me.
“No, just finishing up some stuff for the company. Did you need something?” he asked as I sat down on his lap.
“I was thinking we could go out together and enjoy the snow. Everything is back to normal, somewhat, and we didn’t get to enjoy the winter season last year with the whole memory loss bullshit,”
“You know, that’s a good idea. I could use the fresh air and I’m sure Blade could use a run,”
“Awesome, I packed some hot soup in a canteen and toasted turkey and cheese sandwiches. I know of a secluded area where no one will bother us,” I said and smiled at him.
