I grip Jarek by the throat and throw us back into the present. “Who are you?”
He blinks at me, stunned by my vicious attack.
I throw him away from me, ignoring the fact he just slammed into the wall, stand up, and go to the window, looking out at the bodies dispassionately.
“Where am I?”
I hear a sharp exhale and turn, finding a face, a familiar face. The world, this new, scary, unfamiliar world, stills, and all I can see is snow and millions of stars.
“Do you remember me?” he says slowly.
“Alpha?” My voice comes out a whisper of pure yearning.
He rushes towards me, pulling me into his arms.
“I’ve been looking for you for thousands of years.”
Our kiss is a homecoming; it's magic. Power leaks out of us and into the air, causing snowflakes to spin around us in a whirl.
“My Winter Wolf.”
“Luna Omega,” he says so gently I feel it in every part of me.
And then I remember.
I remember everything.
Chapter 61
Luna Omega
The Luna Omega Goddess
Thousands of years before The Night of Falling Stars
I smile as I look back, seeing him standing in a flurry of snow. He’s there one minute, and then he’s gone. I turn away regretfully, biting my lip as doubts grab hold of me and leave me hesitating where I have never faltered before. Feeling this way is not something I expected; it’s not something I ever dreamed of happening. I barely ever leave my home territory, rarely speak to the other gods, participate even less.
Who is he?
I’ve been calling him my Winter Wolf because he has this look that makes you feel hunted, but when he’s around, the snow is softer, more playful. The winter isn’t as fierce. Not that I noticed much other than him.
Waiting will be good for me. It will give me moments and days to anticipate our reunion. I fear once we are together again, I won’t ever be able to let him go.
I walk through the woods, listening to the sounds of the spring blooming across the world. The chatter of birds, the happy prayers of the people from Earth whispering across fields of flowers and, for the first time in so long, I am interested.
I want to touch the grass, to answer those prayers, pause and look upon the beauty of flowers blooming.
Sadly, I rarely, if ever, have any humans born into my care, so I have no prayers to answer, but maybe someone else will let me try. It could be fun.
My musings come to a halt abruptly. She wasn’t there. But she is now.
Her hair is silver and hangs to her waist. She’s got an ageless face with very pale or white eyes, but she’s not smiling at me.
“Luna Omega.”
She bows. To me. How strange.
“I am sorry; I do not know who you are.”
