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Of Love and Culture	By : AeoAthura Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 7345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6
Home…

Before I leave in the morning I indulge myself in seeking out my mate from the shadows. I smile as I see him pacing around the Park like a nervous child. Physically, his differences are minimal. More, I can see a difference in how he holds himself, how he walks. He holds his weight more like a beast, his gait is primal now. I let out a low growl of satisfaction at this and do not deny my arousal.

I wonder what he will look like in a few days’ time, once his body and mind both accept the Alpha rising within him. My mate will still be my mate. Sai will still be Sai. But he will be perfect for me, body and mind. Perfect… My entire being longs to reach out to him, if only to just hold him in my arms and finally claim my beloved mate as my own. The thought makes me weak with desire. But still, I must be strong if only for a short while longer, for soon my mate will call willingly to me.

In the same silence by which I came to him I leave. When I return, his body will have hopefully adjusted to his beast’s new power, and I will personally help him learn to control the mental aspects as well. Thoughts of my mate begging me, whimpering my name enter my mind and I purr with joy. In the past, it was not often that my mind took me to such perverted thoughts of Sai; over his absence especially I trained myself not to think of him. With the knowledge of recent events though, my body knows he is finally of the age to be mated…

I wait impatiently at the docks for the humans to tend to their duties. My boat sits idle for too long, I can scent Sai still in the air. It grows hard on my senses, and as I wait I drop into meditation with Mother. Again she smiles down upon me and places her hand on my soul. The agitation and uncertainty ease quickly and I am allowed to bask in the knowledge of being once more in her good graces. This makes me proud, and my mind can now focus on my agenda.

Beyond this sea, my clan waits for my return. For the sake of shame I have not visited my people in upwards of a decade, always coming Home empty handed, my sanity slowly slipping. After Sai was sent away, I never returned, I promised myself I would not until I had myself under control and finally I do. I owe this gratitude to Mother, and to my Mate, however unwilling his part may have been. Though I return to them still with empty hands, I return humbled and with Mother’s sweet blessing upon me. My story will assure them that I am no longer a lost Brother, it will show them that I am still worthy.

When I open my eyes we are at last moving. Stormwind is in the distance behind me. Soon, I pray I can leave such place at my back for good. Too long in those walls has made me…domestic. Stir crazy. Time Home will return my senses and refresh me as a Warrior of Elune. A Warrior for my people. Yes…this thought fills me so with pride and hope, such a sensation after so many years of torment is crushing upon me so much so that I wish to weep. Yet still, soon. Home is just over the horizon.

On a quiet patch of land in a small valley between Felwood, Winterspring and the sheer cliffs leading up to Hyjal is a tiny village. This village has been here for hundreds of years, only known by the inhabitants who call it their home. Never has even an adventurer stumbled upon this village, and it is for this reason that its people truly believe it to be blessed by Elune herself. Its people are reclusive and wish only to exist in the minds of those who share like values.

My heart beats swift and hard as my feet take the climb up the nearly unidentifiable path. I am careful to make sure none but the beasts of the area see my ascent, though adventurers rarely travel to this isolated corner of the land. Despite the taint of the Felwood, we have maintained purity where our village and our people touch the land. Another blessing given to us.

As I reach the top of the path I remove my shirt. I have already left behind most of my city clothes, and I now only wear a pair of very loose linen pants. Along the cliff side I can see a small opening, leading into a cave. I step inside of the cave and I am greeted by a clinging cold, mostly due to the closeness of Winterspring nearby. At the back of this chilled cave appears to be a dead end, though as I lay my hands on the stone and blindly paw my way around I can feel a tiny space. I shift to my feline form and I manage to squeeze myself through (I had forgotten how utterly tiny this opening is). Immediately I can scent the difference in the air.

Everything is cleaner here. I follow the narrow passage to the light on the other side and emerge into a grassy opening. My heart swells with pride as my paws sink into the lush, soft grass. This valley has been the home to my people for centuries. Wide open green grass speckled with proud oaks. A river runs through the center, fueled by a waterfall cascading downwards from Hyjal, and down from our valley into Felwood. Littered around the soft grass are proud wooden structures. Communal homes for members of the Clan. In the center of the valley is the largest structure, a circular building marking itself as the Alpha’s home. It is the most well-built and proudest home, and seen as a symbol of strength to all who inhabit this land.

My attention shifts to the sound of a low growl. I quickly retake my elven form and look down to see two Guardian Druids advancing. My initial reaction is that of a smile, and slowly I sit before them, my hands upraised, “Brothers be still, please. It is I, Enor’du.” I have not heard nor spoken my Clan name in so long. The feel of this flowing from my tongue is like water and my soul springs with joy.

Both Brothers pause, their hackles lower along the blades of their powerful shoulders. Slowly the left Guardian loses his panther shape and reveals an elf half-crouched in the grass. He is large, his flesh a deep violet and his hair midnight blue. He stares at me with disbelief for many long moments. Finally I see his lips part and words form on his tongue, “Brother? Mother bless us, you are… You are you again.” His eyes take me in, and in a very unusual display of excitement he approaches me, drops down to kneel and hugs me.

In my surprise I smile and return his gesture, hugging him tightly. His partner reverts shape as well, revealing a lighter skinned counterpart who smiles down upon me.

As the Guardian releases me I slowly stand. “I have returned Home, Brothers.”

The closest Guardian looks around, “Enor’du, where is your Mate?”

“My Mate is not yet ready for this step. Soon, perhaps. Though he has only just found his Alpha.”

I can see their eyes widen. Many of the members of the Clan have all but forgotten that my status is that of an Alpha. Those who knew it never took such knowledge seriously, especially once they found out that I had met my mate too early. Although, I never acted upon the authority that I had been granted. Despite my status by birth and power, I had always been content to remain in the background, always secretly hoping another Alpha might be born to take the place that I would never desire.

“He is powerful.” I say simply before I carefully side step the two, “You will meet him one day…soon. I look forward to this.”

Once past the Guardians I make my way into the Clan. I wish desperately to visit our Alpha, but that must wait. His confidence in me is weak, and he will not allow me back willingly without others behind me. I am not expecting all of the Clan to be so joyful of my return as the Guardians were. Though that did wonders for my confidence.

My feet take me to the closest structure and I quietly make my way up the surprisingly smooth wooden steps. The homes here are simple, with no actual walls but instead cloth hanging down from the beams above, leaving much open to the air. I can hear murmurs from inside before I even enter, and as I do I look around the central sitting area I recognize nearly every face, naming off each one in my head.

Three women, one with a child in her lap, and three men.

Ral’sor is the first to notice my presence. He is a Beta of powerful build and short temper, his face almost always twisted in a frown. Despite this, though, he is a loving man at heart. As the women speak, he looks up at me and catches my gaze. I sit there in silence, letting him gauge me before he stands. The women fall silent and suddenly all eyes are upon me.

Ameena, the mate of Ral’sor, breaks the silence. “Enor’du? Such…a surprise, why are you here?” Ameena and Ral’sor are the heads of this home, and I understand their hesitance to me in such. This had, at one time, been my home as well.

“I have returned Home.” I say, remaining where I am as to not further intrude on what I can only assume is no longer my home.

“Your Mate?” Ral’sor asks.

“He has returned to Stormwind. His Alpha has risen within him, it is only a short time before he will join us here.” This thought brings a smile to my face. I am the eldest in the Clan without a mate, and while this fact should make me sad with the knowledge that I am lowest of rank for this, I can only think of how nice it will feel when Sai curls up in my arms willingly. I shake my head to pull myself from this thought, and I realize that Ral’sor is now before me.

“Have you spoken with Y’thal yet?”

I shake my head slowly.

“Shan’do Nightstorm has…”

“Forsaken me? I am aware.”

“Speak to Y’thal if you wish to be back in his good graces. He is far more forgiving than his mate, and I feel he has missed you deeply.”

Y’thal is Alpha Nightstorm’s mate, and the Matron to the Clan. He has always been seen as Nightstorm’s calmer half, and acted as a mother to me for much of my young life. Despite this, however, there has been much controversy over the fact that Y’thal has never bore a child for his mate. Nightstorm hides his shame well, but asserts his authority in many more harsh manners to keep attention away from his mate’s barren belly.

“Is he with Shan’do?” I ask, my eyes searching the inhabitants of the home before settling on Ral’sor once more.

“I do not believe so.”

I know that I should take advantage of this opportunity while it is available. “Then I will see for myself, Brother. I will return. I wish to be with all of you.”

Ral’sor smiles at me, and I feel pride. He nods solemnly, “It is good to see you again, Enor’du, and better still to see you looking so well. You have been in the minds and prayers of many of our own, and I suspect even silently within the wishes of Shan’do Nightstorm.”

I nod, “Thank you.” I step back and take my leave, slipping quietly away from the domicile.

Moving around the area, I am seen by others. They recognize me, but no one approaches. I avoid the Alpha’s home, and keep out of its sight whenever possible. I do not wish for Shan’do Nightstorm to see me just yet.

After much searching I finally come across what I seek. Or rather…who I seek. Y’thal sits alone at the riverbank, just before the drop into Felwood. I approach slowly, though he already knows I am here, he makes no sound or gesture.

Y’thal is beautiful by any respect. He reminds me of Sai in many ways. His body is lean and long, and though his shoulders are slim he still carries with him the strength of any of our men. His face is delicate, his cheeks broken with laugh lines, framed by soft silver hair much like my own and his eyes gleam a vibrant blue. Much like all of the Clansmen, he wears only pants, leaving his body open.

“Mother Y’thal.” I bow graciously before taking a seat behind him.

He doesn’t make a sound, but instead turns to face me with a gentle smile on his lips. I envy Shan’do Nightstorm. My eyes then slip lower and I freeze as I see a blessed sight. I can hear the chuckle in his voice, “Three months.” His hand moved down and lovingly rubbed the light bulge on his belly, “My mate was so overjoyed when I told him.”

I share his joy, and I can only smile before I reach out and unceremoniously pull Y’thal into a hug. His laughter rings like bells in my ears, his arms looping around my shoulders.

When we part, he is still smiling. “I wish to name him after your father, Enor’du.”

“M-my father? Oakspirit?” This confuses me greatly.

“Your father was…a truly powerful man, Enor’du. He fought for this village with everything he was. His mate was only able to give him one son before his passing, and that was you. In many ways, you are just like him. Strong and bull-headed.”

My father had died when I was only a few years of age. He was a warrior for our cause, Mother smiled upon him it was said. After his passing, it was said that my mother fled the Clan and left me behind. Any Mother within the clan could have taken me in, but given Y’thal and his assumedly barren belly, it was he who took me in. “Mother Y’thal, such a gift would be…beyond an honor to my father…and to me. But will Shan’do Nightstorm agree to this?”

“I will bring the matter up to him delicately. He is joyous enough that I have his child, as am I.” He rubs the bulge, a look of peace and relief in his eyes.

I smile, and once more my thoughts take me to Sai. To see him smile with such a look in his eyes, to see his belly swell with our child. It will happen one day, and I pray to Mother Elune, one day very soon. As I snap out of this thought, I can see Y’thal smiling at me. I blush shamelessly, “My mate…”

He smiles, “You have been down a very hard road, Enor’du.” His words are gentle, “Many of us have sympathy for you, our lost Brother.” He leans up and kisses my forehead, smiling lovingly.

“Shan’do?”

“He will come around. I wish to speak with him first, though. I urge you to stay tonight and rest. I will speak with my Mate. He has missed you, Enor’du, but he worries both for your sanity and for the safety of the Clan.”

I nod, “Yes, I understand this. Not all is fixed yet.”

He smiles. “It is so good to see you again. You are happy…happier.”

“Thank you. Mother has blessed me once more, and I could ask for no higher honor.”

Y’thal graces me with another gorgeous smile. My mind returns to Sai. I can see him smiling like that…at me one day. I can see he has no more words for me. He will speak with Shan’do, and that is what I wished of this to begin with. I stand and offer him a gracious bow, then turn and take my leave.

***

The night air was cool and the breeze was gentle. Y’thal was grateful for such a blessing as he lay out within his nest of pillows and blankets. His legs were spread wide and he panted lightly, sweat touched his brow. The pains were back in full tonight; a debilitating pressure on his lower half, nausea and the sensation that his spine was aflame. He writhed around in the pillows and felt the need to call out to his mate. Though he did not wish for Lad’ro to see him in such a state. He did not wish for his mate to worry, to think that there was anything wrong with their child.

A sharp pain cut across his belly, the effects of which making the man grit his teeth and whine. These pains were becoming more frequent and more severe. He had never seen another male struggle with such problems. He prayed to mother each day for relief. Another pain, this one dull and throbbing, finally broke down his will.

He let out a whimpering cry, a desperate and primal sound. A cry for his mate.

Even though Lad’ro was elsewhere in the valley, he was confident that he would hear him. He always did. After several minutes more of pain, Y’thal was beginning to doubt, and let out another desperate cry when suddenly he felt a warm hand on his cheek and a powerful presence. A deep and comforting rumble filled the room of the alpha’s den and Lad’ro Nightstorm kneeled beside his mate.

A hand glided down and slid over his lightly protruding belly. The pain instantly eased, the nausea faded. Y’thal lay there, stunned and panting softly. “My love, what magic is this?”

“No magic,” The voice of Lad’ro filled the entire room and further eased his troubled mate, “The child wants me, Y’thal. He knows you need me.” The man leaned down and suddenly Y’thal felt lips over his. The trembling ceased and he relaxed wholly, turning his head to nuzzle into the thick beard that hovered above him.

Lad’ro chuckled softly, “How long have you been through this alone, my beloved?” he sighed, “You have always been so strong, self-sufficient. You are truly a sign of peace and strength to the Clan, but this is not just you. This is us. We are a family.” That calloused hand gently smoothed over the roundness of his mate’s belly, sending shudders up his spine.

Y’thal lifted a hand and placed it atop his mate’s. “I am sorry… I did not want you to worry… This child means so much to you, not even for a second do I want you to believe there are complications.”

“Y’thal…” Lad’ro held a painful tone in his voice.

“Soon, my love, it will be Mother Y’thal.” He smiled up at Lad’ro.

“Not at the cost of your life. You will not hide these things from me, Y’thal.” His voice was firm, though the man could not help but catch the softest tone of worry. Lad’ro was a strong and powerful man, he relied on Y’thal to cover his weaknesses and guard him. Those were the words he had used when courting his mate, and it made the smaller smile at the memory.

“Enor’du has returned.” Y’thal said softly, changing the subject abruptly as to lure his mate’s mind away from distressing thoughts.

Lad’ro sighed. “Yes, I scented him earlier. He had returned, yet he did not stand before me.” His voice was bitter and cold.

“I know… I asked him to wait, my love.” Y’thal could feel his mate’s gaze upon him in the darkness. Slowly the larger man sat up and crawled into the nest of pillows and blankets, curling up beside the smaller. “He is…returning to us. There is light in his eyes once more.”

“He came alone. He still has no mate.”

“But he does, my love. He spoke fondly of him.”

“You and I both know that he is not right in the head.”

“Through who’s fault, my love?” Y’thal regretted those words as they slipped from his lips. Beside him, his mate fell still and silent, the air filled with the sense of brooding. “What I mean to say, Lad’ro, is that none of us wished such a fate upon him. And it was through no one’s fault what befell him.”

The beastly man gave a heavy sigh, “While no one can place the blame of such an incident, that makes my job no easier. Enor’du is unpredictable. He is broken. While my heart may feel sympathy for him, I have the whole of the Clan to think of. I cannot let him return and roam free.”

“We are all that he knows. The ways of the Clan, he has upheld them for so long, even being separated from us for so long.” Shudders ran up his spine as Lad’ro ran his hand once more across his sensitive belly, “His eyes are broken…yet I still see Mother’s light in them.”

“Is your sympathy simply because –“

“No, Lad’ro. As the Matron to the Clan, like you I must look at my situations objectively. I do not wish to see any of my children lost, especially for matters beyond anyone’s control. Tal’anu has watched over him for me obediently for seven years. Do not think I have not heard of all of the painful events… There has never been a moment where I have not wanted to hold Enor’du and save him.”

Lad’ro finally sighed. “I will see Enor’du tomorrow. Like you, I wish to see him remain with us; he is my son as much as he is yours. However, should I see…that he is beyond us…then he will leave, and you my beloved will not question my decision.”

After a very long pause Y’thal finally nodded, “Yes, Lad’ro.”

He could feel the man smiling, and he felt himself at ease. He curled into his mate’s welcoming body and was soothed by the feel of powerful arms wrapping around him. Absently he prayed to Elune that the mate of Enor’du would one day welcome him as he welcomed Lad’ro.

***

Sai smiled. The feel of water around his paws felt nice when he felt this hot. He sighed a pleasant sigh and continued to wade through the shallows of Red Ridge’s wide lake. The fire still seared within him and drove him to near madness, but the thrill and energy within him balanced out the sense of insanity. He stretched himself out, then slipped over to the bank and laid along the shore.

His mind wandered. He had developed a new sense of nostalgia that had never been before. Memories of his childhood, his parents… Daydreams were not uncommon for him now as he worked to sate the fire in his muscles that threatened to consume him.

These daydreams were so powerful that even now he could feel something almost real about it. An open meadow with the tickle of long grass against his legs and fingers, a warm sun and a cool breeze. Such thoughts relaxed him and gave the fire a pleasant sense of existence. There was no fear, only confidence. There was no uncertainty, only a desire to explore and an insatiable curiosity. Fingers pressed gently against the flesh of his arm, a new addition to his daydreams.

He turned to look up and see, to his dismay, Bane standing before him.

Surprise took him, but this daydream had a mind of its own it seemed. Sai reached up and laid his hands along the man’s broad chest, and he could not deny that the shape of the figure before him was appealing. He leaned forward and pressed a delicate kiss to the cleft of the man’s chest, and he swore he could hear Bane’s heart skip a beat as a low and loving rumble filled the quiet air.

“My mate…” Sai found himself saying with no control.

The rumble deepened and Bane’s hand pressed to Sai’s back and tipped his head up gently. Sai was forced to look into man’s eyes and saw the pain and the joy. This was only a memory, and the young druid could only recall what he had seen of the man himself, he could only see the struggling beast and the man who looked overjoyed to just be in Sai’s presence. This thought continued to terrify him…

Bane leaned down…

The fire roared back to life in Sai’s body and the daydream was forced away abruptly as the druid stood suddenly. The light of Red Ridge flooded his eyes and made him wince slightly. He had a sudden need to run, and did just that. He ran across the banks and through the loose leaves of the fallen trees. He wished to rid his mind of the look in Bane’s eyes. He wanted to forget the sound of his skipping heart.

He wanted to forget…

I stand tall and proud, though I feel as a punished child. I am beneath the scrutiny of Shan’do Nightstorm and Mother Y’thal in the Alpha’s home, looking into the face of the ones who raised me. I try to see if I can determine the look on Shan’do Nightstorm’s face, in his eyes, but he is unreadable as always.

Shan’do Nightstorm is an immense man with deep violet skin. His hair is as black as the night, and his eyes are of frosted glass. His jaw is heavy with his beard, though I believe he uses this to hide the look of weariness in his face.

Staring into the face of an Alpha is a difficult thing. You second guess every action you’ve ever made, and all I wish to do is bow my head and submit to him as any other Clansman would do when faced like this. However Shan’do has requested that I hold his gaze, for I too am an Alpha, even if I do not wish it.

“Enor’du…” his voice is deep and rumbling, its power reminds me of the mountains themselves, “Why have you returned to us?”

I take my time to answer, choosing each word with care and respect. My wish to not upset my Alpha is not one of fear, but one of understanding. He deserves only the deepest of truths, and for that my answers must take time to form. “These last many days have been filled with pain and joy. My Alpha struggles and rages within me, and there are times where I feel myself slipping. But Mother has returned onto me her blessing, she has calmed my beast and laid her hand upon my soul. It is in this time of divine peace that I wished to return to my Family, my Home, and pay my respects to the ones who love me as their Brother…and as their Son.”

Shan’do watches me, but does not question my words. He does not believe me to ever deceive him, nor would I wish to do such things. Finally he speaks. “You have fallen far… I fear that even Mother’s blessing may not be able to save what remains of your soul. I fear, Enor’du, that this divine peace of which you speak is nothing more than the calm before the storm… Mother has blessed you with clarity one last time…”

His words sting… No…they burn. I can feel it in my heart, the heat of shame and defeat licking at me like flames. I open my mouth to challenge his words but none will form in my throat. Slowly, for the first time in my life, I bow my head and submit to my Alpha.

Distantly I can hear Y’thal shifting.

“My Alpha…” I finally murmur after many moments of thought, “My Alpha…” Every attempt to string together a coherent sentence crumbles away as I grasp for it. I fear this is Mother’s way of admitting the truth behind Shan’do Nightstorm’s terrible words.

“None wish to see their Brother fall. This fault is not yours but mine, and it pains me to see you suffer for what truly is my mistake.”

Suddenly I feel soft fingers on my shoulder. I sit up slowly and find Mother Y’thal before me, smiling with such a terribly sad look in his eyes. He reaches out and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a hug that I can only numbly return. It is now I can feel it, the light tremble of his flesh. He fears. He fears for me. He fears that I blame him for Alpha’s words and such is not true. I can also feel something else. The press of his rounded belly against my own.

I slowly pull away and look down, examining this.

Suddenly I feel words on my tongue, and though I do not know exactly what will come I speak them with earnest, “Alpha… For many years I have ached for the touch of a mate. Even if only just to smile at me once. Though I have felt the weight of hopelessness bear down upon my soul, I can’t help but see something. For so many years you have wished for a child, one of your own. Though…despite the shame you walk through each day. Do you not see some similarity? We have both walked life with longing in our hearts. You for a child, and I for a mate. Yet here I stand before you, my mate having finally returned to my life. And here is your mate carrying your child…”

Shan’do Nightstorm watches me with a powerful gaze, though one I do not back down from. I slowly release Mother Y’thal as he pulls away, my gaze never leaving the eldest druid.

“My shame may weight down upon my soul, Enor’du, but it does not bear risk to my sanity. It does not cause me to lash out violently against my Brothers.”

There is a long pause, silence fills the room. Both Shan’do Nightstorm and I can feel words on the tip of Mother Y’thals tongue. Shan’do looks upon his mate, a knowing look in his dark eyes. “Enor’du. You stand at the edge of your sanity. Through your eyes I can see one more step being your downfall. This worries me greatly, for the sake of you and the Clan. But it would be unfair of me to cast you away.” He pauses for a long moment, and I feel some hope return to my sinking heart, “You tell us your mate has returned to you. Should this be true, he may be enough to pull you from the darkness the looms before you. I will grant you three lunar cycles… Court your mate and return to us with him at your side.”

My mind turns this over. Three months to bring Sai around? With his Alpha at the forefront now, such a task should be easy for me. I smile brightly, yet I still see something in Alpha’s eyes that bears uncertainty with me.

“One last thing, Enor’du.”

This smile I cannot help. It will not fade from my lips, but I look upon my Alpha with attention and curiosity.

“When you return to us, to show me that he is indeed with you mind, body and soul…his belly must swell with your offspring.”

My jaw drops, and even Mother Y’thal gasps softly.

“My love!” Y’thal protests, “That is unfair to ask of them. Conception with a male is nearly impossible unless they are in heat! Should his mate not begin that in the three months…”

“His mate’s alpha has only just recently exposed itself. Am I correct?”

I can only nod, my ability to form words beyond me. While I am vaguely aware of courting a male mate, I had never asked of the specifics of mating or breeding.

“Then his heat will begin at any time. Only Enor’du will be able to set his body into its natural cycle. It will be the only time within the year that conception will be viable. You have that time, Enor’du, which is why I tell you that he must come to us bearing a child.”

My next words are painful, and I know they are foolish to speak, “But Alpha… You of all people must know that there is still a chance the seed will not take!”

To my shock it is not my Alpha whose fury shows. Y’thal turns so swiftly that I was not aware of the blind rage in his eyes until the back of his hand knocks me aside bodily. Slowly I straighten and watch as Shan’do Nightstorm reaches out to take his mate into his embrace, holding him closely. Though his face is hidden, I can his shoulders shaking softly in silent sobs.

“Apologies are not enough,” my voice is weak and I can see the disappointment in Shan’do Nightstorm’s eyes, “I did not mean to upset…”

“Enor’du… Go. My stipulations hold true. Three months. If your mate is not pregnant…then I am afraid I cannot trust the state of your soul, or your sanity.”

My eyes slowly fall back to Mother Y’thal. Shame fills my heart and there is a bitter taste on my tongue. I long so deeply to reach out and hold him and make right the words I spoke…but words will not cure this. I fear that this has only deepened Shan’do Nightstorm’s distrust in my sanity.

I swallow what remains of my pride and bow before I turn to leave the Alpha’s hut.

My mind swells with thoughts as I flee. My feet turn to paws and I leave the sanctity of home without a goodbye to the ones I love. Doubt fills me, terror grips me. Three months… Three months to do so much. Sai still flees at the sight of me. Three months. He still refuses to think he can even bare a child. I will be exiled at my Alpha’s word.

At some point…my mind goes blank. All of my fears and uncertainties compound into a distant nothingness, and when I close my eyes I find the peace of Mother’s light enveloping me.

(( AN: I apologize for the abundance of mistakes in this chapter. My beta web on vacation and I leave on vacation myself tomorrow (yey!), so I wanted to get this chapter up since it’s done. I will go back and put up a corrected version of this soon! Sorry again. Also: Y’thal – EE-Tal.

Also, again: For anyone who doesn’t like mPreg this is where the story really gets into that aspect if you couldn’t already tell.

The beginning of new surprises next chapter with Part Two of Love and Culture! ))
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