New home...
It has been two whole days now since she was living in the north valley pack. After the talk with the leader, they all had given her a chance and almost threateningly warned her, in Kellen's words: if she wasn't any good for their people, she was writing her own death sentence.
It was a truth clear as day that she won't ever try to do anything that will cause harm to any of the people here.
Ayz and Seha helped her settle in a house similar to theirs and it only took a few long strides to reach Celeste's new home from the pack house.
Even though the house was similar to the mates' it was a little bit smaller than theirs but still big enough for one person.
It stood at the bay of the creek she saw when going to the pack house. Kelen had said they'll have to have a close watch on her, so it was best to have her at a hand's distance.
The one-story house was well furnished, with a kitchen and a bedroom which had a bathroom attached. And had big windows too.
It was when Ayz and Seha were about to leave when Seha asked her about the dress she wore.
"Um, you know, I'd like to have the clothes back tomorrow, is that okay with you?" He had asked, a hand hesitantly scratching the hair on his nape.
Celeste drew an eyebrow at him, quite not catching what he was implying. But then he waved a hand toward her torso. "Oh, yes, Do you want me to come to yours' to give it back?"
"No, we're staying the night with father, I will come over when we go back tomorrow late evening."
"Okay."
As she thought, Seha's father and sister were not the only ones who stayed there. There were other wolves as well, even the ones that didn't share the same blood with. She had bitten her tongue each time it had itched to wrap around the word why.
Ayz came in the evening to drop her clothes there, he told her that they had got it from the tailor and it was sure a little bit loose on her. He also promised to take her to the sewer tomorrow morning to sew the clothes in her size.
And what she hadn't expected was a breath mumble of sorry when she stood in the courtyard to bid Ayz. "I'm so sorry, you had to go through all of that."
She watched him with her mouth agape. Was this really the almighty Ayz who always had a mischievous glint in his eyes? Or was she seeing things? Maybe she was tired and her mind was making things up.
But she would be foolish to think that when she sure saw the sparkle of concern swam his eyes.
"It's fine." She had said then. But it was really not, it was not okay.
It was not okay to suddenly get her roots pried away from the land she had rooted over for all her life.
It was not okay waking up in the middle of the night hearing her mother's horrendous scream and seeing her lifeless body hit the floor with a loud thud, nor seeing her parents who had been with her for her whole life turning into ashes before her eyes.
It was not okay to find the man she had loved to her bones and be rather dead than alive if the life she will have was not with him, being the one to assist his father to kill their parents.
All for the greed of power. Its blank claws had sunken into their already lifeless hearts.
It was not okay to have his lover's father in her chamber at night trying to take her.
If anything, it was far from okay. She was far from being okay.
Now as she had had her dinner at the pack house with many wolves chattering and chuckling with the lightest of hearts and trying to include her in their daily activities not giving her enough time to be mopping in her new room and reliving the horrendous days.
She pushed the door to her home shut, locked it behind her, and tossed her chapel away to the side.
Slipping inside a flimsy gown was simple as it sounded and dropped face-first into her bed. It was soft as a cloud and always took her to the clouds of sleep right away.
What had happened to her was not okay, nowhere near okay, but the feeling of belonging bloomed in her chest every single time a wolf treated her as one of them, was okay.
She could do this. . .