Lunar Powers Training (1)

One of the most precious things I have with my mates are the memories. Even when they almost destroy me almost every night, I still enjoy their company. We are mates after all.

Our bonds would never sever, and I won't let it sever.

Yet, here I am, sitting on the kitchen counter, cursing them for overdoing it again last night.

"Are you ready for your training today?" Margaret asked, smirking as she saw the discomfort in my face.

"Yes, and no," I replied, pursing my lips. "So, maybe?"

"Hmmm, I saw that your mentor is hot," Margaret said. "Who do you think is hotter? Him or your mates?"

"Why are you even talking like that?" Avery asked, walking inside the kitchen.

Right, avery is also back in the packhouse. He had finished his trainings to become lord Haverhill. If his father will ultimately meets Death, Avery will then take the throne.

But then again, vampires live up to a thousand years old, being the only supernaturals to do so. Their lifespan is so long, that they'll see several generations of werewolf leaders die.

This is several considering that werevolves usually mate at around age 20, bear their first born at the age 25, then retire at age 50. And if you're wondering why we still not outnumber our young is because we have a system where a family can not exceed 6 members.

Usually, we only produce two pups, just so we could replace ourselves in the world. That is why the slow rise in the number of our population.

I found myself thinking about the future for some reason. I don't know what it holds, no one does, apart from Seers, but then even they only have vague images of it.

The werewolves have an average lifespan of 300 years, mostly more. When you think about it, 300 years is a long time. But it feels so short when I'm with my mates.

Don't get me wrong, I mean this in a good way. They make me feel like time is just an illusion that we can ignore. That there are no threats on the outside that could shake us.

Even when a Patron God is literally trying to wage a war against us.

"So, you've found yourslef in a knot," Bryce said. I didn't even realized that he was already in the kitchen, in fact, a lot of people are in the kitchen.

Bryce in particular was sitting beside me, turning to face me as he tried to read the confusion in my face.

"Brandon said you like to think a lot," he said. "Stop that."

"It's not like I want it," I defended. "It just so happens that I also don't particularly like to not think about the future. I mean, if I think about it, anxiety will get to me, and if I don't think about it, like completely ignore it as if it wasn't there, anxiety will still find a way to get me."

"I know what you mean," Grayson said as he stood by the kitchen's doorway. "We, those who are kissed by the moon and blessed with Lunar Powers are also gifted with anxiety."

"Just great," I said with full sarcasm. "The only good thing about this anxiety issue is that whenever I get an attack, I would have free hardcore mating with my mates."

I saw the look of surprise in their faces but I could only care less. I couldn't bear all this feeling bottling up inside me anymore.

"Yeah, that's right. They'd mate with me and replace my tears if anxiousness with tears of pleasure," I said.

Then, shame hit me. I cupped my face with my hands. "I'm so shameless."

"This happens," Charlie said, tapping my shoulder gently. "You're in a lot of pressure and stress right now. And you just gave birth, so it just so happens that you'll feel something liket this."

"How long does it last?" I asked, pouting.

"About 4 months more, but hey, you get free hardcore mating," Charlie wiggled his eyes and formed guns with his hands, prentending to shoot me with it. "It's your win."

"Yeah," I sniffled. "It's my win."

Grayson sighed and pulled my wrist gently. "Let's go outside. Call your mates through your link or something. We need to train you as soon as possible."

"Okay," I replied with a pout.

I then did as was told and told my mates I'm about to train. Considering they're both skeptical of Grayson, they are going to keep their eyes open when I'm training.

Honestly, I think it's completely ridiculous, but my mates don't want no other man, especially a stranger to touch me. And if Grasyon would touch my hand to show me something or for demonstration purposes, and they're not around, they would lose it.

They could smell any man, even when those a few inches away from me in me. They could smell their residue and would get upset if the man was too close.

Now I think I'm not the only one who just gave birth sometimes. And their synchronization of their weird jealousy is spot on too.

If one gets jelly, the other gets jello.

Just like that. As if they were always in sync.

"So, we're going to teach you to control your mind first," Grayson said. "As I said, Supernaturals who bear Lunar powers like us are more likely to have a fragile mind. But then again, you survived giving birth. That's a huge leap already."

"Okay," I said, trailing the O as I turned to my mates and grinned. "Heard that? I'm strong."

Aaron playfully rolled his eyes, "Of course you are. You're our mate. Our mate is strong and beautiful."

As much as I wanted to respond, I couldn't. My cheeks instantly flushed by his words, Stephen grinning in agreement, leaving me all shy.

"Y-You're both so lame!" I stuck my tongue out, trying to regain my already lost composure. "Now, Grayson, teach me Lunar Powers so I can kick a Patron God's butt."

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Holy crap. That's all I can say. It's already Friday??? I thought it was only Wednesday. It's hard keeping track of time when you're lonely, y'all. Send help. Jk. T-T