Wooing My Ex-wife Again Novel by Natalie Winter

Anastasia

The morning sun had yet to climb up the horizon, but I was up and ready in less than twenty minutes. I was glad that I had also bought some training wear, not just day to day or fancy dresses.

I ran through the open ground and saw a few cadets getting ready for the morning routine. The sun was still not completely up and the faraway jungle appeared a bit too far but thanks to my wolf’s instincts I could see it.

Ever since going into the human world, I had not let out my wolf. She had retreated into her shell, though I would occasionally talk to her.

Some days, I feared she would leave me altogether, but I was happy to be proved wrong.

When I first stepped into the werewolf world again, I sensed her in the back of my mind. The forest, the grounds, and nature called out to her.

She hated the concrete jungle, but respected my decision to not share my man with someone else. She was prideful like me.

But it did hurt her more than it did me.

I took in lungfuls of air as the slow breeze carried the scent of grass and nature along with it. I felt. refreshed and energized.

“Xena” I slowly tried to tap into her presence in my mind. She appeared to be asleep, but she responded within a minute.

“Yeah?” she asked tentatively.

“Just wanted to let you know we are home”

I heard her stifle a yawn. “I am not even sure what home is anymore. Is it our home in the human town, or the one we lived in before that? Or is it the one you grew up in?”

Her tone was mildly sarcastic, but the scorn wasn’t directed at me.

“The one I grew up in. My one true home.” I answered.

“Come, look around. It is still quite early in the morning. I am at the training ground.”

I coaxed her some more.

“I remember the first day when I met you. The night of my 18th birthday was when I first met you. The first time I heard your voice in my head, I rejoiced. Everybody told me you looked majestic.”

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am majestic.”

at part was true. White wolves were incredibly rare in our world. It was always the black, brown gray wolves that showed up on the day of awakening.

it was a big thing to have found a white wolf.

na was pure as show, and her white fur rippled in the breeze, shining like a diamond. I nembered how painful it had been for me to lie on the ground and writhe while the

nsformation was still in place.

bok me hours, and the pain made me feel as if it would break my bones. I could still remember t day as if it had been only yesterday that I found Xena.

at day, we had a party in the evening. I was wearing a nice evening dress and thanking everybody > wished me a happy birthday.

gaze would keep traveling to the moon and then to my body, trying to sense any change in self.

then the party ended and the guests slowly began to leave, but I still hadn’t foud my wolf.

icked, I turned to mom, “Mom, what is happening?”

patted my back reassuringly.

n’t worry. It might take up to a week for the wolf to show up after your 18th birthday. It is quite mal, sweetheart.”

m tried to assure me. But then why was I feeling this pain clawing through my n’t going to show up tonight?

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w go to your room and relax. I will bid farewell to the remaining guests and return home as

dded and decided to walk in the direction of our home. The party was still in my pack, just on open lawns that would double up as training grounds in the morning.

place had been decorated with flowers, candles and soft lights whose flickering glow guided me ugh the myriad of tables and guests who I nodded at politely.

s walking through the maze of tables when an intense bolt of pain zapped up through my

sending tingling sensations all over my body.

ggered and swayed a little, but got hold of a nearby table and steadied myself. Most of the

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I looked behind and saw my parents chatting with few prominent alphas near their cars. My parents were the most respected alpha couple back hen, so it was obvious that everybody would want to have a word with them.

And I did not want to run towards them to tell them I was having some weird pain. I feared I would get everybody’s hopes high and then my wolf would not even show up.

That would be a shame to me and my parents.

So I grit my teeth and forced my body to keep moving forward. The pain ebbed away and I could breathe again.

1 increased my pace when I could see that my home was just a few feet away. I could go inside and lie down on the bed.

But then the moment I took another step forward, another wave of pain tore through me. I let out a scream as I reached for something, anything, to hold on to.

My hands reached for a table cloth, and I tried to grip it in vain. The glasses and plates crashed down as I unsteadily tried to balance myself.

It was then that a pair of hands went around my waist and stopped me from falling down. I looked up, my clammy hands still holding onto the table cloth.

A thin sheen of sweat was glistening on my

forehead.

“Easy there,” The man spoke to me. He was strikingly handsome with a pair of ocean blue eyes, dark hair and a face that was chiseled to perfection by the Moon Goddess herself.

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I knew him. I had seen that face in the academy, had seen him train, walk around in the my first year. I remembered he was a senior to me. But I had not interacted much with him. And for some reason, my brain was forgetting who he was.

“I…uh….I don’t know what is happening to me,” I spoke, abandoning my efforts of trying to recall his

name.

Instead, I tried to focus on the way his hands held me firmly and his deep blue eyes stared at me.

“You are in the process of shifting,” He answered in a simple manner.

“But….I… mom said, not everybody gets one on their birthday,” I said.

I was not even sure what I was saying to him.

She is right. But you are not feeling okay. And that could be said to be the first sign of shifting. And seeing that your family is occupied with guests, I might as well take you to your bed.”

He had said that with the intention of helping me, but my brain heard something else and I pushed him away, or tried to.

“Get off, you sleazy bastard!”