VACANT novel Chapter 3

"We need to wait for my children; they're still out there."

LOVE.

She has occasionally mistaken it for lust, but she was never against it; she just didn't understand the fuss. She had no idea what it meant, yet it was something that everyone around her used all the time. She had her doubts that the people who used it understood what it meant, that they just liked how it sounded, or that it would make their companion happy when they heard it.

She'd never use the term herself; she'd never use anything she didn't understand or even feel, and she'd never use it around her mother. She was well aware that her mother had lost any sense of emotion, particularly when it came to that particular sensation. Why would you lie about how you feel merely to keep the other person happy?

But she doesn't want to be her mother; she's lost all of her feelings, and all that's left is a shell.

As she strolled by mated couples, she thought to herself, I guess that's the result of a fractured mate bond. Once it breaks, it's gone, so enjoy it while you can. Her gaze was drawn to the two wolves who were devouring one another's faces.

She turns to her grey locker, shakes her head, and inserts the code before her mind wanders to her thoughts. She was never truly furious with her mother; at least, she doesn't believe she is. She was proud of her mom at times, and the stories she heard from Mr. Edgar about damaged mate ties always made her wonder how her mother got caught in the middle.

Despite the fact that she had lost her companion in the cruellest way possible, she had not succumbed to the red that was unmistakably calling out to her. Despite the fact that she had lost her sense of emotion and her daughter would frequently find her washing the same dish for hours on end due to her red eyes, she would always return.

Her pack was a firm believer in the Moon Goddess, always expressing how much better life was on the Moon than on Earth. The Moon's children believe that if they are terrible, they will spend forever on earth without a wolf, never to rise and be with the Moon.

And it's thought that rouges are doomed to wander the world because they don't enter that existence. It's a shame to have a friend and then lose them the next second, leaving you with nothing but an aching dull pain that makes you want to leap off a cliff. On the other hand, love but on the other hand, this belief fills them with an imagined figure, their soul mate, the one they already like and adore, the person promised to them in the name of love.

Her subconscious asks, ‘Isn't it sad?' and she hums in accord.