Lunette Vuesain
I’ve got my love stuck in my head
She couldn't go on like this.
She saw no way out of it either, though.
Each breath a smoky lie, poison spreading through her veins—she bowed her head, she was meek, she was obedient, she questioned nothing, and took no initiative. Ismena had been grown enough to challenge the whole wide world a few months ago, but Lunette, she still couldn't hunt well enough to ensure her own survival. Each time she tried, she just gave up when the adrenaline hit, or when her stamina was spent. Her heart wasn't in it, and she couldn't figure out how to push herself either. Why bother? she thought each time, they'll keep me sheltered and fed for the rest of my life. Miserable, bitter, and depressed, she'd simply given up on it.
But that was no way to live. The more she thought about the lynx incident, the more she realized that Moonshadow had just.. been misguided. She hadn't understood the implications of what she did, and how it would affect Lunette, and, well, Neha hadn't either. Your parents raised you better than this! Bah, no—they hadn't. They had done their best but ultimately, how Lunette acted and thought was up to her and no one else. She would neither blame her parents, nor be cowed by blackmail. She was Lunette and she was an absolute disgrace of a wolf, but.. she'd stand up for herself. Maybe. Sometimes. In her dreams.
No more she thought, but she had no way to get out of the rut she was stuck in.
So, part of her was convinced it could get no worse. Not even the fact that Kajika seemed more distressed and anxious than usual managed to warn her that worse was about to come—because honestly, the worst thing she could think of coming out of his mouth right now was 'Des doesn't want me around you' or something, in which case Lunette would probably engage in a bureaucratic campaign to get her ousted. Either it'd mean she was a complete douche, or she had no trust in Kajika, in which case Lunette would write her off as 'the dumbest wolf to walk this earth, after Lunette of course'.
But it wasn't that. It wasn't even about Des, at least, he didn't say her name. He just saw down on his butt and said, I'm leaving.
Sort of.
All her senses disconnected. The world became a white, drawn out blur. A low, whining noise gathered intensity in her ears. She felt disembodied. She smelled nothing. She was adrift, in her own body, unanchored, untethered—
This wasn't how she wanted to be. Sounds, like somebody panting, over and over repeatedly, and much too fast, came to her attention, but she couldn't place them. She frowned, but nothing happened. Nothing changed.
This wasn't what Kajika deserved. This wasn't what she wanted to give him. She wanted—she wanted to be more for him. She wanted to want what was best for him, not—
She realized the sound was her own hyperventilating. Her mind was screaming, the trees were all wrong, and her eyes were dry. She started blinking, rapidly, and forced her sides to stop heaving so fast. It took a couple of seconds, and then it was more like little gasps.
Is there any way you can erase what just happened from history?
She rose up, and turned away from him. Down through the trees, she could see the lake's shore. This was all the world she knew. She had never seen the majestic forests of the lowlands, only this shaggy thing stuck at high altitude on a mountain. Lunette drew a deep breath, held it for a couple of seconds, and then let it out. "Sorry 'bout that," she said quietly, hoping her voice would carry over her shoulder, and to him. The less questions asked about her little episode, the better.
"I wasn't.. prepared," she went on. She had thought something bad was coming, but.. but not being left, again. The connecting line between the two events hit her hard, and it took all she had to not start sobbing. "I.. I mean.. Des's back.. what's wrong..?"