Fighting by Anaya Phoenix (sci fi books to read .TXT) 📖

“Has she woken up yet?”

“No, she just breathes.” She was silent for awhile before she sniffled and I looked to Libby, not wanting her to think I was judging her.

“She was a quiet baby. Never cried, only laughed and smiled. All the nurses wanted to hold her, because she’s omega. Made them feel at peace. The sweetest little girl. Loved her daddy and never gave me the time of day but it was alright because she would snuggle up against me and I could feel the waves of love rolling off of her. So strong. When she first got sick I could tell how much pain she was in, I could smell how lethal that sickness was and it hurt my nose. But omegas, they take pain and make it their own. She would only smile wider, or laugh harder. My poor baby girl, always suffering and never at peace. I don’t wanna lose her, Luna.” I looked at her then, saw how many tears she cried and the snot that was beginning to pour out of her.

“I don’t want to lose my baby girl. I’ve held on to her for this long, I can’t lose her now.” She met my eyes and, for once, it wasn’t for dominance. It was for understanding. Looking away I put my hand on top of my sisters, I felt how smooth her skin was and her innocence made my heart squeeze painfully.

“She’s just tired mom, she’ll wake up once her body is rested enough and after she’ll have to take it easy.” I let her calm down before looking at her, she wiped her face slowly not caring to hide her emotions. I got that from my dad.

“Are you OK Luna?” She asked suddenly after it had been quiet for a couple of minutes. I wouldn’t dare tell her the truth, she would be worried about more than one of her kids and that wasn’t good for anyone involved. I couldn’t lie to my mother, I hadn’t managed to acquire that skill yet so instead I said nothing. I wasn’t a person of many words, she knew that. Since I could physically talk I stayed quiet about whatever was going on with me. My mother wanted a normal family, as normal as a werewolf family could get and Iw as determined to give that to her even if it meant I had to stay back a little bit. I felt her eyes boring into me, I knew that she was trying to get a grasp on whatever was going on with me. She’d been trying since I was a baby. I could recall days where we just stared at each other because she didn’t know what to do with me and I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I came into this world conscious and knowing. I knew what I was to become and who I would need to be. I knew that, that probably meant that I would need to live during my childhood years but I couldn’t. I could never give my mother or my family the satisfaction of being a completely normal shifter family.

“I didn’t want normal Luna.” Her words caught me off guard and I looked diretly at her then, my interest piqued and my hear beating too fast.

“I mean, I did want normal. Then I came back home and I met your father and my parents and my brother. I got pregnant, I found out the truth. I knew I couldn’t have normal, so I worked with what I had. After your father came back from the hunters I decided I wouldn’t let him go again. He was mine, and you, still in me, were mine too. I would make my life my own Luna. And I made this life for myself. I had kids, I raised you all to be so strong and stubborn. I know you can take care of yourself, Luna, I know you all can. That doesn’t mean I’m not here for you. I don’t resent any of you for the lives you live. I don’t hate you because you were the first of many un-normal children. I love you because you gave me something. You gave me a purpose. You gave me a title. The mother of the Red Luna, I had to be strong for you and the twins and all the others. You may think you got your strength from the gods but that’s all me baby. And if I had to, I would tear down the walls of eternal to make sure you were happy. Us regular wolves have a few tricks up our sleeves.” She looked back to Libby then, and stroked the top of her hand.

“She came to me, when I was pregnant. In a dream of course. You were next to her, playing in the grass and she sat and looked at me. You crawled into my lap and curled up like a little puppy, the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. She said that it would be hard, on both of us. She told me that I had a choice, that I could choose not to be the one to bear you. She told me all the things that I would be giving up, all the normality of shifter life and how I would need to be there for you. I had the choice to not have you, but I could feel you growing inside me. You could feel it too. You touched my tummy and you looked up at me, shocking green eyes that knew more than they should’ve peered up at me. I knew then, LunaRosa Green, that you would tear any other mother apart. She let me hold you, and I couldn’t think of anything to say. You were there and you were gonna be so strong and powerful, and you would be mine. You touched my cheek and I could feel all the love flowing off of you and I knew it was my own. I chose to have you Luna, and I chose to keep having kids. I chose to be the best mother I could for someone who would need all the love they could handle. Remember that, whenever you’re hating yourself or doubting. I chose to be surrounded in your crazy, and Ander somehow can take your crazy, and we all love you. None of this is your fault.” She spoke so softly and so truly, I hardly even noticed when the tears spilled from my eyes.

“Go get some sleep Luna, you need to be strong.”

I used magick again to zip me to my room and ignored the blood that nobody had bothered to clean. It would smell bad and I’d want to burn my nose off by the time I was done sleeping but that could wait until I was done sleeping. I laid down, my body being sucked in by the bed and my eyes closing for what seemed like the first time in an eternity. I felt Ander’s presence grow closer. He was running, and he was surprisingly calm for not having seen me for practically a day and all the things that happened. When he entered the room I didn’t move, I couldn’t. I was tired and I desperately needed sleep. He would do whatever he would do, and I trusted he knew I didn’t have the energy to fight with him or call him to me. With that being the last thing I thought, I let my body sink into darkness and took one deep breath before finally relaxing.

                I felt him leave when he was hungry and felt him come back and knew he came back as soon as possible. I couldn’t gear my body to move, I had done too much damage. So, knowing he’d understand, I promptly kept my eyes closed and went back to sleep. I knew it was a couple of days that I slept, my stomach growled angrily at me and I would have to eat as soon as I woke up. I felt him stroke my hair while I was in the stage of sleep where you’re still sleeping but you could wake up at any point. At that gentle stage in my sleep, I heard him whisper the soft promises of a better life and how we would make it through this. He would tell me how good training was going and how much everybody looked at him with pain in their eyes. He told me how much he hated the looks, how much he hated the situation we were in. He told me he loved me so many times and I believed each time. He left during the days, not that I expected him to stay. When you sleep, hours seem to mold into minutes so when he came back it was only as if he went to the bathroom. He would cuddle against me and then is when I’d let my body move. I’d snuggle up against him and revel in his heat and his scent, so overwhelmingly male it made my heart squeal, and feel his arms wrap around me and the healing sleep seemed all the more powerful.

     He would cocoon around me and gave everything he could to me. When I began to feel truly rested, my body no longer achy and my mind no longer fogged, my wolf reached out and began talking to his. I would peek into their conversations and it would be along the lines of what Ander would say to me.

“You’re healing up nicely, wolf.”

“Trying to, it’s hard with how much we’re damaged.”

“You’ll get through it. I know you will. I’ve so much faith in you, I could start my own religion.” At that my wolf would preen for him and they’d lay together in perfect silence. Such simple creatures, the wolves were. I knew that my resting time was coming to an end when my body was ready to be stretched out and worked. I groaned and opened my eyes slowly, knowing that it wouldn’t be bright. Big blue eyes looked into mine as I blinked the haze of sleep away from my body and looked up into the eyes that I’d only really dreamed about for the last days.

“Good morning.” I smiled at the softness of his voice and opened the link.

“My morning breath is going to be something unholy.” He smirked before swooping down and kissing my lips gently, I smiled and kissed him back but didn’t open my mouth.

“Let me in, love.” My smile widened and I shook my head, my nose rubbing against his. His hand cupped my cheek and his thumb rubbed under my eyes.

“The dark circles are gone.” He whispered gently, his voice a gentle caress on my skin. I nodded and sat up, my body desperately needed to stretch out or I would cramp up. He followed me up, a ghost hand sliding up my side and tickling skin that was so well rested.

“It’s healing sleep, it does that.” I cocked my head at him while he stared into my eyes. I knew he’d spent most of the time I spent sleeping just staring at my face, he’d probably memorized every little crook and nanny. He’d probably missed the color of them, but I wouldn’t say anything.

“How’s my sister?” He didn’t look away, he gave me that respect, but he didn’t answer. She’d gotten worse while I slept. I ran my fingers through my hair and crawled over Ander, I needed to see her. I grabbed my towel and a change of clothes and, without another word or though to Ander, I headed for the showers. He didn’t follow me and I knew it killed him. He would want to stay by my side at all times while I was awake as he’d done when I was sleeping. As I walked through the halls I knew that people were staring at me,