Lunette Vuesain
I’ve got my love stuck in my head
She was angry at the world.It was a cruel and unfair place, full of bitterness and betrayals trying to masquerade as blessings.
The worst part was her age: she was considered young and stupid, awful at surviving, and definitely too inexperienced to do anything. She couldn't even get away—little pups did not survive in the wild, alone. They only did if their name was Ismena, but hers was Lunette, and no matter how much she wished to, she couldn't become her sister. She was stuck in a small silver body with her own broken brain. Each sunrise was full of promises and opportunities she simply couldn't take, each sunset full of bitter regrets and days wasted. She roamed further, but never too far. She slept alone, outside, as often as she could.
None of it helped. Her meek, submissive behavior got edged by her suddenly withdrawing, giving an odd stare, going silent, and drifting off through the trees. She didn't know what anyone wanted of her, or what she wanted of herself, but more and more she found herself panicking in her helpless role. It wasn't that she wanted to be anyone's enemy, an expert fighter, an awesome hunter—she just wanted to be able to breathe, but she was smothering herself.
She picked her way along the frozen lake, coming in from the north. She was chasing scents, that of a black female and her tawny mate, but she hadn't seen them that day—no small wonder, since Lunette had spent several hours sulking by the lake's northern shore. She wanted to come up with some kind of plan, a solution to her problems, something to stave off the thoughts gnawing at her in the dark hours, but she only managed to spiral herself deeper into her despair.
She was worthless, and useless, so what's the cure for that? Apply yourself. Want to learn how to hunt, to overcome the fear of adrenaline, and the lethargy in your bones? Do it when someone sees. Lunette couldn't stand failure, letting others down—and while she didn't really feel like apologizing to her overprotective Second, or her mate, she had gotten over herself enough to feel that she had to do something. So, she went looking for them, making her way over the sun-glittering snow and trying to catch their scents.