"Emotions and Anxieties make first impressions, last."
~Mel

Pomelia Grace was embarrassed. As she lay in one of the many rooms of the holy place, she felt the need to cover her face. Embarrassment and shame were two things that she had never really felt before. Yet just a mere ten minutes ago those two feelings and a host of other ones bombarded her body, battering her poor mind and nose until she fainted from it.

One moment she was serving the many alphas and prestigious pack warriors, then another moment an odd pulling sensation began to tug at her chest. It traveled to her fingers, her toes, it made her nose tingle and her head! Her head felt as if it was being split into two.

The unexplainable feelings of sickness rushed at her and made her spill her tray of drinks on the floor before she collapsed. She was sure she spilled the expensive drinks on someone important...

"Thank you. I will give this to her!"

At the sound of a familiar voice, she sat up slowly and clutched her head. Glancing down at her white gown, she let loose a mortified gasp. The drinks she was carrying in her hands were orange and a nice splotch of that awful color was now on her dress. She only had a few dresses since she was only a mere novice... She would have to get better immediately so that she could wash out such a stain...

"Pom, you're up!"

Glancing at the door, she saw a short, plump girl with a tray in her hands. The girl was trying extra hard to balance all that was on the tray, and Pomelia's mood instantly improved. It was Sera! Her closest friend in the temple. Her red hair peeked out from her veil as she set down the small tray of food and then smiled. A smile that made Pom's heart soar.

"Thanks Sera," she said as her friend handed her a piece of buttered toast. Pom wasn't really hungry but she knew one way or another Sera was going to make her eat food. She rather just eat it then argue with her friend.

"You're welcome. Are you okay? What happened? I was so nervous when I realized you fainted!" Her friend worried while glancing at her unsightly orange stain. Sera visibly shuddered.

Pom shrugged her shoulders, biting into the toast. "I'm not sure," she chewed. "I just...my head felt terrible and I felt just awful. My chest was hurting really bad too."

Sera gasped before pressing her hand to Pom's forehead. "You're only a quarter wolf right?" It was a sad fact that she was unable to shift. Supposedly her mother was a very...very weak omega and her father a human. Pom was considered an omega, a runt even. That specific word brought her pain, so she stuck to 'unable to shift.' She was an abandoned baby and almost wound up in the human orphanage system if it had not been for a holy Lycan sniffing over her little body and deciding that she could, in fact, live among them.

"Yes..."

Her friend frowned before letting loose a sigh. "Well...maybe you're just sick or not feeling very well." That had to be it. Maybe the festivities of the day just got to her. She was up almost all night...her mind was racing every time she tried to sleep and she couldn't figure out why. Perhaps she was just so nervous because usually she never went near the alpha males or served food before. She was always behind the scenes.

She didn't know what she expected when she was serving but she knew she wasn't expecting a room full of testosterone and pure power. The men and some women that filled the main hall of the temple were certainly worthy of their 'Alpha' titles. First Pomelia felt more than a little intimidated but once she put her mind to it, she got the hang of things.

"I hope I get better soon...you should go and serve the Alphas. Priestess Arana will become upset," Pom claimed as she shooed her friend away from her. "But thank you for the food and water. I appreciate it much," she smiled at her friend before embracing her.

Sera squeezed her tight, till the point where Pom almost lost her breath! Sera was a 100% Lycan unlike Pom, so sometimes her friend didn't know her own strength. "I suppose I should. I really don't want to though. They are all so scary," Sera complained as they walked towards the door.

Pom chewed on her bottom lip, knowing it was not a good thing to talk ill about Alphas. Most of them were handpicked by their goddess to lead the vast amount of lycans around the globe. "Well I am sure most are kind," she consoled her friend as she opened the door.

A person. A person was blocking their way out of her room. Not just any person. Someone who took up most of the doorway in height and even in width...

Pom craned her neck upward, to see just who this man was.
Icy blue clashed with honey brown. Sera let loose a shriek as she pulled Pomelia back and slammed the door shut.

"Who was that?! He smells like blood!" Sera cried out as Pom felt the odd feeling in her body return. Her hands became clammy and her heart beat increased. She felt confused, overwhelmed.

"M...maybe he was hurt and confused. What if he needs help?" Pom questioned her friend as she moved to go back towards the door. Sera dove at Pom, pulling her farther away from the door as they heard a soft knock.

Pom was scared also but her friend was shaking like a leaf as the knocking became more insistent. "No! We'll be hurt if we open the door!"

Glancing at her poor friend she realized that Sera was in fact terrified. She had never seen her friend look that way and it began to worry Pom on why she wasn't having the same reaction... "Sera if he wanted to hurt us he would open the door...and come in. Please calm down, we're safe," she reassured her friend as she rubbed her arm gently.

Pomelia apparently spoke much too soon because not even after a few seconds of her reassuring her friend, the door began to open. Sera shrieked again, as the man peeked his head in.

"Get out!" Sera shrieked at the male as he slowly entered the room. While Sera was busy throwing things at the intruder, Pom was frozen. In fear? No, not quite.

The man roaming their room had a predatory look in his icy gaze as he entered. Then he paused, his glacier like gaze freezing her in place.

Why couldn't she move? Sera resorted to running down the hall screaming for help...leaving Pomelia Grace with the unknown male.

"Hi," she squeaked out nervously, watching his icy blue eyes finally land on her. His eyes suddenly widened before he looked away...his face slightly flushing. Pom frowned, tilting her head to the side. She had never seen a man like him...blush.

The man was large. Most likely larger than 6 foot and with broadened shoulders and a muscular build. Nothing about this man was small. He stood like a tree in her small room...

His hair was sort of a light brunette/dark brown kind of color. Nonetheless beautiful...and wild. The dark blonde hair fell from his head in waves, reaching above shoulders. He also had a short beard covering his chin and mouth area. Not to mention his electric, intense blue eyes, staring into her soul. The man reminded her of an untamed animal...a rogue spirit.

Pomelia watched with terrified caution as the man ran his hands through his hair and began to pace. Her eyes were drawn to the his biceps which bulged as he continued to rake his large fingers through his hair in an almost panic.

"Hey, um are you okay?" She questioned, glancing down at his dirtied work boots and his marked up grey t shirt that looked as if it were struggling to be held together by the man's upper body mass.

Then that's when she saw it. The poor man. His knuckles were bleeding. "Oh my goodness. I have a first aid kit. You're hurt," she claimed, her nurturing side overturning any fear she had of the man. That had to be what Sera meant when she said he smelled like blood!

"Please sit down sir," she said frantically pulling out the small desk chair and pointing to it. "I'll grab my kit," she told him as she ran into the bathroom and grabbed her small white box, a big red and white cross on in it.

Once she rushed back to her room, she noticed that the man wasn't sitting down. Instead he had her veil in his hand pressing the fabric into his face. Now that made the fear come back tenfold.

"Excuse me sir but it's...it's against the laws for you to touch my veil. I'm a novice and that's not-please put it down," she shook as she watched him crush the soft fabric of her veil, holding it tight within his grasp.

Then he spoke and Pom felt a wave of sickness wash over her again. "My name is War and...you are not a novice." His voice sent chills down her spine and made her body feel different. Was it his voice? It sounded so quiet yet powerful and deep.

"I am a novice...you're crushing my veil," she spluttered, her mind attempting to catch up with her mouth. She should have said more, maybe yelled.

The man's eyes narrowed, and he crushed the thin material under his large hands even more. Pomelia felt her stomach beginning to churn out of fear as he closed the distance between them.

His hand shot out and she braced for a hard impact...instead she felt something poking her. Nervously opening her eyes she looked at what was touching her. His pointer finger was touching her shoulder. "You are not a novice," he growled out darkly, making Pom whimper out of fear. What was wrong with the man?

"I am a novice. Don't touch me," she pleaded with the man as she gently pushed his hand away. Why was he so close to her? She would most definitely get into trouble with Priestess Arana.

Then his hand slipped to her chin, and she let loose a whimper. "Beautiful," was the only word he said clearly, his icy eyes traveling over every inch of her face. He seemed almost...mesmerized by her?

"Let me go," she squeaked out, as his finger trailed down her throat. Then his nostrils flared and he slowly took a few steps back.

The big man's shoulders sagged, before he looked her dead in the eyes. "I'm...sorry for touching you."

Where he touched tingled, and Pomelia felt like crying instantly. Why was she feeling this off? And why was he apologizing...a man like him didn't apologize to someone like her? "It's okay. I um, it's fine. So did you come here to check on me? You saw me faint?" She smiled nervously, finally making a logical assumption as to why he was there. In her room. She was scared...but she couldn't move. He had put some distance between them but she still didn't trust him.

He rubbed the back of his head, Pomelia's eyes widening as she realized how massive his arms were. She gulped, taking a step back. "Yes...are you okay?"

Pom nodded her head awkwardly, giving the warriors a smile. "I am. Thank you so much for checking on me, but it is not very appropriate for um, us to be in this room together...alone." Why was her heart thumping wildly in her chest? Why was she shaking?

The warrior shook his head, taking a few steps towards her. "You are my mate." The way he said it made her chest ache. His words sounded so true but that wasn't possible. She was three months away from her vows. The goddess couldn't be that cruel. She just couldn't...

"I'm sorry Mr. War but you have to leave...please. I-I am not your mate," she said softly to him as his eyes darkened. He looked...angry. Turmoil etched onto his facial features.

He shook his head, whispering things under his breath. "You are. How can you not tell?" He questioned her as he began to walk over to her. She couldn't handle him touching her again and threw her first aid kit at him before stumbling backwards.

The first aid kit hit the floor with a thud, and Pom felt herself falling seconds after her kit did...but her bum didn't hit the floor. Instead she was being yanked up and pressed against something solid and warm. It was this 'War' man!

"L-let me go!" She shrieked, making the man wince as he still kept her incredibly close to him, pressing her soft body against his hard one.

His chest vibrated as growle at her, his hard eyes piercing her own, forcing her to still instantly. This man had to be an Alpha with all of the power he was exuding over her. It petrified her...she wanted to cry.

"No...don't, don't cry. Just smell me, I'm your mate," the man told Pom as she began to shed her tears, no longer listening to the crazed man. She knew something bad was going to happen today but she just thought it was her fainting and that was it...but no this was it!

Pom tried to hold herself together but she just couldn't. "I-I can't. I don't have a sense of sm-smell. Nothing like a Lycan!"

"No, no, this is going terrible..."

Makaria glanced after the floating orb above her head in turmoil, before covering her face with her hands. She could not handle all the changes, emotions and feelings intertwined with mortals! Sure she used to be one, but she had not felt all of those terrible emotions in over a century! Now watching after and even interfering with Pomelia Grace and her terrible mate were giving her stomach pains!

She had the god awful assignment of watching after them, after all it was technically her fault this happened. "Makaria, you are supposed to be watching them not, not...oh my what is going on here?"

Cringing at who's voice was hovering over her, she reluctantly uncovered her face and looked to see what was drawing such a large crowd. "He's making him sniff her!" Someone gasped. A few cries of disbelief and laughter ensued.

"She's so scared! What's wrong with him?"

"His energy is nervous and frantic! He doesn't know what he's doing!"

Makaria glanced to see who was beside her and winced, Callisto's icy glare making a chill run over her body. "He is a bumbling idiot and is scaring that poor soul. She even tried to bandage him up and that brute just dismissed her and demands she sniff him. Ridiculous!"

Looking to the orb once more, she noticed that he had finally let her go as she cried. Warren of Bane pack nervously began to pace once again, running his hands through his waves of hair.

"What is all the commotion?"

A warm breeze suddenly washed over Makaria and the others skin, goose bumps pebbling their skin at the voice of such authority.

Their goddess appeared suddenly along with her animal companions, all in their ferocious, saliva dripping glory. She was a sight to behold in her moonlight cream tunic with her dangling weapons tied like a sash around her waist.

"We are watching the tragedy of Warren and Pomelia take place my goddess," Callisto chuckled as the few other around Makaria began to slip away, making way for their goddess.

Artemis approached slowly, her slim eyebrows inching up as she waved a hand over the orb, rewinding the events that just took place. Not a soul breathed as she watched intently, shaking her head before she was watching what was currently taking place.

"You would think Alpha Sai would teach him how to woe women like he so filthily does," the goddess spat, taking a deep breath and running her hands through her translucent tresses. "It looks as if Pomelia's fearful little friend has caught the attention of a priestess."

The orb immediately shifted to the view of the hallway leading to where Pomelia and Warren were. The poor frantic friend of Pomelia was dragging a tall, thin woman down the hall. Crying and fussing about 'a beast with the musk of death.' Makaria frowned at such a description of her assigned male. The girl could make such assumptions but could not even care to stay with her friend so that they beast' would not kill her friend! Humans were odd and she was so gracious as to not be one anymore.

"That is Priestess Arana. She is amazing for a mortal. She keeps those girls in line," Callisto commented, her eyes wide with admiration as the dark skinned woman with a scowl on her face slammed open the door where her two assignments were in.

The goddess of the hunt, sighed, glancing at the small crowd that gathered around Makaria's work space. "After the outcome of this we all will go back to our positions! Are we clear?"

"Yes ma'am!"

Makaria's heart lept with joy as she leaned in closer to the ball of moonlight, getting a nicer view of the story ready to unfold before their very eyes.
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