The Rejected Wolf Turn Mighty Luna

Millicent's POV

After Christopher's demise, I went into shock, I'll stare off into space, for hours and this went on for days.

Samantha tried to reach me, speaking and telling me lots of things but I was not interested. I was like a zombie, not really aware of my surroundings.

'Millicent', she would say, trying to penetrate my consciousness. 'Eat something, please, for your health. I prepared this myself, specially for you. It's your favourite'. She held my hand, squeezing, 'The medicine the doctor has been giving you requires that you eat!' she added. 'You still have those who need and love you around. You are the only family I have left. Did you ask me back here so I can grieve once more if I lose you?'

Suddenly, she let go off my hands. And I heard a deeper voice. 'You should know Samantha, that Millicent thinks that if she punished herself long enough, Christopher will be brought back to life', it was Sylvester. 'She knows she is to blame for all this. And no starving nor pretending to escape from reality will change that!' he screamed. 'Christopher asked me to take care of you but he must have been mistaken. He told me you are a very strong female but you are not, are you? You are as fickle as a human, like I have always thought. It is better that he died than make a weakling like you his Luna!' he pause, then continued, 'And now, preparations are being made for his burial and the one he loves most in the world will not be there to pay him her last respects and bid him farewell. Such love! And you claimed you had an incredible bond with him? Rubbish! Coward! That's what you are! Escape all you want, who cares anyway!'

They were planning on burying Christopher? I have to see him one last time! But Sylvester's careless words about my mate bond with Christopher got me so pained that I recovered from my shock and I stood.

'Slap!'

It was a resounding one on Sylvester's cheek, by me. 'How dare you speak of my mate bond with Christopher with such disdain and disrespect?' I asked, eyes flashing. 'There has never been any such bond recorded or experienced in history before ours, I must tell you!'

'Oh,thank goodness, you decided to wake!' Alpha Sylvester said, rubbing his cheek.

'Oh, Christopher, how could you leave me? Is this your punishment to me for being such an asshole?' I asked. 'I ran away from something so great - the bond we shared - because I feared for your life, only to bring that same fate to you!' and it felt like the word was wringed from me, my heart was bleeding.

Then straightening, I asked, 'Did you say, you were preparing for his burial?' I asked, my eyes not focused on either Sylvester nor Samantha. I was looking wildly about, disoriented.

Samantha must have felt terrified that I was looking for something to harm myself with because she rushed to my side and held me in her arms.

'You should be strong for Christopher. He would want that', she said. 'Do you think he would want you to harm yourself or come to pieces at his death?' she asked, her arms falling away from my shoulders and down to hold my hands, looking into my eyes. Then shaking her head, said, 'I believe he'd want you to be strong. Your strength was one of the qualities he admired most about you!' she concluded, looking at me imploringly while rubbing my hands consolingly with her thumbs.

'Oh, Samantha!' I wailed. 'What have I done? I will never get over him!'

The tears started pouring. 'How could I kill my own love? Christopher meant the whole world to me. How could I destroy what we both hold dear, how could I destroy our bond?'

'It is going to be okay!' Samantha consoled.

'But it is not!' I said emphatically, sniffing in the phlegm from my nostrils. 'How can it be okay when Christopher is not here to make it okay? Things cannot be the same, anymore!' I wailed in anguish looking at one and then the other. Samantha looked very sad and Sylvester averted his face.

'I know you blame me for your brother's death, Sylvester', I said, making an effort to get a hold on myself. 'And you are right but never belittle the bond I shared with him. Having said that, I have a feeling that his burial should be delayed. I might be able to bring him back to life. He is my fated mate afterall' I said, looking challengingly at each of them, daring them to oppose.

'If it were possible for you to heal him, you could have', Sylvester said, in a matter - of - fact manner. 'But now that he is dead, he has to be given the burial worthy of his status and not left perpetually in the Royal morgue!'

'All I am asking is a few days!' I insisted.

'How many days exactly?' Sylvester asked and I was surprised he was even considering it. I had expected him to insist on the burial right away. Was he also habouring the hope that Christopher would return back to us?

'Just a couple of days', I said.

'This is crazy!' he said, scratching his head, and grimacing as though he was not sure why he was doing this.' I do not believe you can raise him back to life and the only reason I am consenting to your request is because I promised Christopher to take care of you and if you need a couple of days to stay with him before he is properly buried, you have it but after that, he is going to be buried. The chief and elders are wondering why the burial is being delayed as it is'.

I nodded.

'Take me to where he is kept. I have a strong feeling about this!' I said ready to go to my love.

'Are you sure about this, Alpha Sylvester?' Samantha asked, anxiously and I could smell her fear.

'If you are worried that I might do myself in, rest assured I'll not. I shall be here to welcome my love back to life!' I said confidently.

Sylvester shook his head, and looked at me like he thought I had gone insane and maybe I have but I had to give this feeling, this intuition a chance. Because, there could never be another man for me!

'Before I take you to where my brother's corpse is', Sylvester said, 'you should come first to the throne room, the Chief and elders have summoned us for a brief meeting'.

'Could I not be excused?' I asked. 'I have to get started with bringing my love back to life!'

Samantha stared at me as though I have really lost it. 'Millicent, are you sure you are okay?' she asked and without waiting for an answer, she looked at Sylvester, 'Do you think we should send for the doctor?'

'I am okay, damn it!' I snapped. 'I have my head well screwed on. Christopher's supposed death has not caused me to come unhinged because I know I cannot lose him. He has to come back to me, else what is the purpose of my existence and all I have been through?' I asked, eyes blazing!

'Okay, okay', Sylvester said, raising both palms up to placate me. 'I believe you but you'll have to come see the elders with me first. They have been waiting since forever to see the both of. I have been putting them off but I can't any longer and they will not accept anymore excuses!'

'If the condition for me to accomplish my goal of bringing Christopher out of his coma is meeting with some elders', I said, looking at Sylvester, 'then so be it! Lead the way...'