It was a shock to all of us, and I could see the conflict in Wyatt's eyes as he struggled to come to terms with this new reality. I knew that he had always loved Aurora, and now he was being forced to choose me as his Luna.
I felt guilty for coming between them, even though it wasn't my fault. I could see the pain in Aurora's eyes too, and it broke my heart to know that our fates had caused so much heartache. Despite all the turmoil and confusion, I couldn't deny the pull I felt towards Wyatt. There was something about him that made me feel like I belonged by his side as if I had finally found my purpose. And even though it wasn't the ideal situation, I knew that I had to embrace this new chapter in my life.
Eventually, I fell in love with Wyatt. It was inevitable because we were mates. What hurt me the most though was I could tell that he didn't feel the same way. He kept me by his side to keep up with status and power, but deep inside, he never loved me like he loved Aurora. I didn't even think that it was possible for a mate to love someone else, but here we were.
I looked at the wall clock by the door and noticed how late it was; the patrolling of our border had ended about an hour ago, so I knew that Wyatt was supposed to be here by now. I stayed up for a while, waiting for him to come home, but he never did. As pitiful as it was, I cried myself to sleep, completely disappointed. A few hours later, I woke up sweating and writhing in discomfort.
In a second, I felt a sharp pain from my chest down to my stomach, and I struggled to find a way to get rid of the excruciating pain in my lower abdomen. It was far worse than my first time shifting into my wolf form, even with all my bones breaking over and over. I clutched at my stomach, feeling as though I were being torn apart from the inside. Each breath felt like I was drowning.
It was as if my body had turned against me, and I didn't know how to make it stop. I got up as fast as I could, hoping to find Wyatt, only to fall on the floor because of the shooting pain that was getting worse every time I tried to move.
"Arg!" I roared, rolling to my side and unable to breathe right.