𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 '𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝' 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧.

I look up at the heavenly sky as my feet rest on the mortal land. The crunch of snow underneath my feet accompanies the low whispers of the chilling wind. My breath comes out as a white cloud in front of my face.

It's one of the days when I wander around the earth. I don't have anything to do in particular and nowhere to rush to. I am an immortal. Time doesn't bother me much.

There's no specific way to measure the time I have existed but to provide a rough figure all I could say is that, I am older than the sea, I've traveled far enough to see the horizon and I've counted all the stars that ever existed in the endless sky. That's how old I am.

I continue to walk and come across the white flowering trees - the one that produces flowers in this snowy land. They stand tall, providing and guarding the pack that I visit quite often. River Red, owned by this particular silver-headed Alpha.

I resume walking inside the pack, walking past several people who can't see me. I can choose when I want to be seen and where I want to be seen, that's one of the powers I have. Instead of wandering, like I usually do, today, my legs lead me to a knowingly unknown path.

My feet halt at the front of a big house. By its size and lavishness, I know that it's the Alpha's house. I near one of the several windows that line the house and look inside.

Three girls, not older than ten are playing inside. Two are silver blond while the third one has black hair. The latter and one of the silver blonds seem to be much younger, around four. They are deep into a seemingly important discussion. The black haired girl is holding a rose in her hand which is levitated high up in the air while one of the silver blonds is trying to take it from her.

Her blue eyes glimmer with mischief and her face has an innocent glow to it, the black haired girl. She stands on her toes, making it hard for the silver blond to get the rose. I know she is a troublemaker when the sides of her lips curl up slightly as the silver blond bursts into tears.

Suddenly, her blue eyes are looking directly into my silver ones. Instantly curiosity lights up her face and for a moment, she forgets the sobbing blond. I step back from the window when she approaches the front door of the house right next to the window I was peeking in.

Without my whim, my legs turn on their heels and soon, I am heading towards the edge of the forest. The front door of the house clicks open behind me and I feel her gaze on me. I continue walking, feeling her following me. Her tiny feet somehow manage to keep pace with my big ones as they leave footprints on the flawless blanket of snow.

When I reach the edge of the forest, I had to turn around to face her because this compelling force in me couldn't let me walk away without seeing her. I look down at her blue eyes simmering with innocence as she stares up at me with curiosity.

"Are you Arles?" She asks eagerly. Her voice is woven with softness and playfulness.

"Yes," I answer as I wonder how she is able to see me when others can't. As moments pass, we continue to stare at each other. I try to read her mind to know what she is thinking but my spell is not working on her.

It confuses me for a moment. Who is this child? Why my spells are not working on her? I tilt my head and study her from head to toe before kneeling before her small figure, leveling with her.

"Who are you?" I ask while looking closer into her huge blue eyes. The longer I look into them, more compelling they get.

"A mortal," She answers and for a moment, I am taken back. She looks close to four years old and manages to know the difference between a mortal and an immortal?

"What are you thinking?" I find myself asking, tilting my head at a side. This child is different. There's this aura to her presence that could call the attention of the whole universe. She could attract anyone towards her like a magnet.

"Do you have a mate?" She asks and I am yet again surprised at the knowledge of this child. She looks very young to know about mates but maybe she doesn't really know what mates mean. Feeling the gaping hole in my chest, I answer, "No."

I don't have a mate. I cannot have a mate. I am the Lonely God. I rule alone and I prefer it this way. I am a King without a Queen. This is one of the traits that set me apart from other wolves.

Her lips form an 'O' at my answer before she looks down at the red rose in her hand and then back at me. She steps forward before handing me the rose. I look at the rose and thence to her. She grins widely, showing off her baby teeth.

"Mate," She says playfully, taking me by surprise. I wonder if she really knows what a mate means. She turns around and traces her footsteps on the snow back to her house while I am kneeled on the snow, wishing for a mate I'd never have...

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

𝐏𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞- 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧.