The Moon Goddess' Chosen

112 Chapter One Hundred Twelve

Katie sat in the electric wheelchair that had been commissioned for her and let her mind wander. Driving it around the Lycaon suite didn’t feel like an ideal way to take a walk... and so she just let her mind soar while she sat at the balcony letting the cold wind blow through her hair and cooling her nerves. It had been a week since the attack from the rogues and many adjustments had been made since then.

Claire, the director’s wife had woken up after five days in the hospital and the man had sworn to make tighten the security of Brigadia. The professional hunters were back in the field, realising now that the Rogue Killer was out of action, they had to pick up the slack somehow. The events of that day seemed to have caused far more damage than Katie would have liked, but there was nothing she could do from the wheelchair she was now imprisoned too.

“Katie,” a male voice called to her, soothing the somewhat dark thoughts that plagued her mind. He was the only person capable of taking them away and she was grateful for his presence. However, the fact that they were leaving Brigadia in the state it was broke her heart.

“Out here,” she called back to him.

After a few moments, his scent wrapped around her along with his arms around her shoulders. The man placed a gentle kiss on his beautiful mate, before rushing back into the room and returning with a sheet to cover her with, “You’ll freeze out here,” he said to her.

“You know I’m made of much tougher stuff than that Cole. A little cold can’t hurt me,” Katie returned. Sweat covered the royal and even had his skin-tight shirt drenched. It was only now that the female questioned the hug she’d only received earlier, “Someone’s getting serious with the workouts.”

“I’ve always been... You’ll find that I can be intense when it comes to keeping in shape,” he boasted, puffing out his chest with pride and adding a bit of the dramatic flair that brought a smile to his mate’s face.

“That sounds like fun... Don’t use that same kind of intensity on me when I get out of this thing,” she commented cringing at the over-exaggerated images Ashley was cooking up in her head. Most of them, however, were aimed at making Cole look comically handsome.

“Will you join me in the...”

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“Yes, please...” she replied before he was done. This was partly because of what happened on the first day she’d tried to get everything done by herself. There were two things that made using the bathroom facilities impossible on her own. One was the pain from her muscles and the second was the wolf that constantly bothered her on missing an opportunity to spend time with Cole with less clothing. Sophisticated as Ashley might have been at times, she was completely at the mercy of the royal.

To that day, Katie had no idea if that was a good or bad thing, for it seemed Cole would do anything for her just as well. “That was a quick answer...”

“Sometimes I think you just ask me that to patronize me...” she groaned, tapping at the joystick of her wheelchair to get her back into the room. She’d grown accustomed to the device already and found that it got her everywhere she wanted to go appropriately. Nevertheless, she was helpless for as long as she was in the wheelchair and it scared her to the bone.

“When are we wanted in the lobby?” Katie asked him, dreading the moment they’d have to get into that air jet to leave the place.

“Well, we are royalty. I say they’ll be the ones to wait for us,” Cole said, trying to hide the fact that he was trying to prolong the time in the shower, “You know... You have a lot of packing (which they had completed the day before...), preparation, dressing. You have to pick the right outfit and look perfect...” he would have continued if she hadn’t stopped him.

“Oh, keep going, mister. How long are you going to say all that will take?” she chuckled at his attempts.

“Well,” he stepped back into the suite from the balcony, looking up as though the math was difficult, “That depends... You have a large wardrobe of clothes that Sandra helped you stock up on. The suitcases are a mess,” at this point, he’d picked the girl up from the wheelchair and was placing light kisses on her lips, “I would say a few hours... Five hours give or take one hundred...”

Katie couldn’t help but laugh at his silliness. This is how he’d become after that day. He spent every moment of his time that he could spare dotting on the girl and trying his best to make her forget the state she was in. He appreciated the hard work and welcomed the heavy pampering with open arms.

As far as the progress went, she was now able to stand with a lot of effort and hold the position for a few minutes before she needed to sit back down. A great improvement compared to the complete inability to stand that she had when they’d just started.

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Davin Sirius groaned for what might have been his hundredth time this morning... The family sat in the lobby laughing at his impatience. They had dressed up and gotten ready for the long trip, but the couple that they waited for was making it a point to take their sweet time, “Those two will send me to my grave before my time is due,” the man commented as he sunk even deeper into the leather sofa.

“Honey, you’re going to ruin that suit,” Martha tried to warn the man.

“Today seems to be a day to try out new things, my love. I have never been delayed this much in my life. The least I could do is take it all out on the suit,” the man said. As usual, he’d donned on one of his expensive white suits for something as small as travel and was now regretting the decision, mainly because of the boredom he was being forced to endure.

“Oh, dear... I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this, Father,” Drake spoke up, holding in his laughter as he watched the man some more.

“And I have never been subjected to this much waiting... I don’t even know how...” he stopped complaining after craning his neck to see his children’s eyes glued to the screen of a tablet with earphones in one ear each, “Oh, that makes sense... Is that...”

“Yes, Dad. Another episode of my favourite show. They began releasing the new season today and I got my hands on one of the first releases...” Lina said to him, trying to shut him up so that she could watch the show.

“Didn’t you get that guy’s number that one time when he came into Sirius?” the man asked, remembering one of the first humans he’d ever wanted to kick in his life.

“Yes, that was him,” she replied, “I got his number... or more like he asked for us to switch and he’s been sending episodes the moment they are released. It’s nice to be favoured.”

“Yeah and you have been favoured quite a lot for one lifetime,” Martha said, through her teeth.

“It’s not bad to look this beautiful, mum. Besides, you should be proud. I got my looks from a beautiful Luna,” the girl cooed, making her mum falter for a moment, swayed by the compliment.

“Yes, you did get the looks from me. And like me, you should only find pleasure when your mate appreciates them,” she said.

“I’ve heard the lecture a few times now, mum,” she flipped her off before turning her attention back to the screen.

Just then, the door of the lobby opened and a girl came pulling a rolling suitcase. She rolled her eyes when the sound of a woman called out to her, “And you’re sure you got your scarves... All seven of them. It’s cold in Sirius this time of the year, you know,” the woman said.

“Yes, mother. Would you stop triple checking everything already? We already went through these things yesterday,” she said.

“Honey, you know she will be fine,” a man spoke. The woman came in only a moment later carrying a handbag and in her hands, a pen and a notepad.

“Oh, you don’t know anything about Sirius honey. Stick to the side of the continent where you came from,” the woman argued before moving on to the next item on her list, “What about beanie hats? I remember you distinctly owning a number of them,” she said, twirling the pen in her hands.

Sandra stopped walking to look at her mother. Atop the head of the teenager was a bright yellow beanie that screamed ‘This is not where I belong!’ The man who they’d only talked to earlier came in lugging a load that surely wasn’t meant to be carried by a human. A large rucksack and two more bags along with another suitcase that... for some reason wasn’t given to the wife to pull.

“That’s one hell of a load of luggage you’ve got there, Scary sister’s mentee,” Drake said. The rest of the room looked at him, plunging the room into silence...

“What... I’m working on it...” he groaned... ‘Does he really need a title for everyone?’ was the thought that went through most of the people that were present at the time...