Moon-bound

Prologue

 

The little boy of eleven heard a cry from the woods that tugged at his heartstrings. And as it wailed, it was like a siren’s call as it drew him toward it, unconscious to the fact that he was walking deeper into the woods. long was the father forgotten as he trailed behind his son, who seemed to be deaf to the world when he kept walking as if in a trance. He found himself alarmed by his son’s state, however rather than to shake his son out of the spell he seemed to be under, he figured he might as well investigate and see just who it was that aimed to hurt his heir. And so he silently walked keeping a look out for any danger that might pounce out of nowhere.


However, the awaited danger never came, the mere notion of it crushed when the wailing of a baby reached his own ears. They were three feet far before they reached the wrapped up bundle that wept and he watched as his son carefully picked up the baby that looked no older than four months.


What surprised him was that the baby quietened as soon as it laid cradled in the arms of his son. Young Maximus finally blinked with the silence and looked at the baby within his arms, only for his heart to lurch when it opened its eyes and stared right back into his. She is beautiful, he thought, her silver pools shone from shed tears that seemed to have halted their fall the minute she had been pacified by the calming beat of his heart. His heart bloomed then when she gave him a toothless smile only to let out a squeaky sound as if to claim him as he would when he muttered.


“Mine, all mine" the words were breathy through his lips, and he heard a gasp from behind him, only then did Maximus become aware of his father.


“What do you mean son?” he questioned and the son merely smiled and said


“She’s my mate, Aurelius just said so” referring to his wolf that lay down wagging its tail in happiness in the back of his mind.

He may have been only eleven, however, he had already shifted at the young age of ten, where as normal werewolf pups turned at sixteen. Then again, his father found that he understood, after all he was merely his adoptive father, and with Maximus’ history, it made it easy to understand. Therefore, he didn’t doubt when the young boy stated that the human baby in his hands was his mate. What he wondered, however, was why a parent would simply abandon their baby when it was even yet to walk.