《Maeve》ChapterThirtyNine: Gusts of Wind
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Maeve turned to look over her right shoulder and all she saw was large spruces. She sighed and turned to look at the opposite direction and saw the exact same thing.
Everywhere she even looked at she could see trees that looked the same. How could she navigate her way back to the castle when everywhere she looked at where the same trees? A quiet whimper of despair left her mouth.
Nothing was good in her life at that moment. Her stomach was craving for food, her feet were killing her and probably the best and worst at the same time was that her baby had started to kick once in a while. It was amazing to feel him or her move inside her but the worst part of it was that if Maeve was starving so was the baby.
She would never forgive herself if something bad happened to the baby because of her stupid decision. But soon they would be back with the father of the baby, or well... that was Maeve at least hoped. If truth to be told she had no idea was she closer to the castle or had she walked on the wrong direction.
A large rock soon came to her sight. It was little mossy and wet but it would do fine as a seat for her. Maeve took her cloak off and started to unbutton her dirty dress. The material wasn't the thickest but it made its job as keeping her warm. Luckily the weather was warm and not cold and snowy like in the winters. After her corset was revealed to nature she took it off and dropped to the ground.
The little gusts of wind made her nipples harden as they were released for everyone to see. Luckily for her, she was alone in the woods with no one else on sight.
"Hi little one," she whispered and patted her naked stomach that had started to remind her of a small ball.
It was the first time she actually saw her plump stomach without any garments covering it after she found out she was pregnant.
"I'm so sorry," she said and a tear fell on her cheek. "I should have never trusted on him but luckily for us, he's gone now." The memory of the blood made her scrunch her nose from disgust. Her dress still had some in it.
Maeve patted her stomach for a while before putting her dress back on but left the corset on the ground. It was too tight around her waist, making her fear that it was going to affect the development of the baby.
The dress wasn't that bad on her as she had thought it would look without support around the waist. It looked decent but there was one negative warrant in it, the outlines of her nipples shone through making her blush from the thought of someone seeing her like this. She put the cape back on making it cover her bosoms.
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After a few hours, she stopped again. Her body was killing her and Maeve knew that she had to eat something in the order of surviving.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered to her abdomen. If only...
Deciding to walk a little further to see if there would be someone or something that could help her. Gusts of wind made her skin go goosebumps all over her body. Leafs, that the last Autumn had left to the ground, started to fly through the air.
A sound of footsteps made their way to her ears.
"Hello?" She asked and made sure her cloak wasn't showing anything it shouldn't. The wind made it hard for her to see anything around her. No one answered and the sound of footsteps seemed to go farther away from her. Maeve realized that those footsteps might belong to someone who could help her find her way back to Dominic.
"Wait!" She yelled after the runner.
The sound of the footsteps started to come closer to her. Soon she could see a cloaked person not too far from her.
"Are you lost?" The person asked.
Maeve sighed from relief. "Oh, yes. I was w-wondering if you could help me."
"We are you heading to?" The person who was a female asked. Her chocolate colored skin made the perfect contrast to her dark curly hair and blue eyes.
"To the territory of the werewolves," Maeve said and hoped that she hadn't revealed something she shouldn't have. "How far away is it?"
The beautiful woman closed the distance between them and smiled, "not too far away, I can show you there if you want."
Maeve smiled and the pressure around her heart eased.
"I'm Maeve," she introduced herself. The woman close to her seemed to have a relaxing aura around her making Maeve trust her immediately. No matter how much her brain was telling her to not to trust anyone her heart instantly made a commitment to trust her.
"Tara, it's nice to meet you Maeve."
They continued to walk for a while when the pregnant human's stomach started to grumble. Tara didn't say anything but he did give her a piece of bread that she had been carrying with her. Everything went well, the wind wasn't that hard anymore and the pain she had felt in her stomach had eased when she ate the bread.
"Do you mind if I ask you something," Tara asked suddenly.
Maeve didn't answer anything, " I was wondering why someone like you, a human, is going to the werewolf territory."
Again Maeve didn't answer anything. How could she when she didn't have a solid excuse for it. If the journey she was one had taught her something it was to not reveal her identity and what she was to werewolves.
"I am going to visit my family."
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Tara looked at her weirdly but then Maeve continued to talk, "My mother is a human like me but my siblings are werewolves." It wasn't a complete lie. Her mother was a human and her siblings were werewolves. Tara didn't have to know the fact that she is an orphan now.
"What about you? What are you doing here?"
"I have some minor duties that I have to do while being in here."
"Duties?"
Tara let an awkward laugh left her mouth, "I am a witch." She looked behind her back, "we should soon be there and if everything goes right you will be able to meet your family."
Maeve just smiled and hoped that Dominic won't be too mad for her leaving in the state she was in. While walking through the woods she had created some kind of a fantasy that took place when they would meet again.
Knowing it was just a stupid fantasy for wanting to feel his lips on hers while she would be surrounded by the warmth of his body her but she couldn't stop her mind from racing. She missed him and hopefully, he missed her too and hasn't done anything stupid.
"Yeah, let's h-hope so." She muttered and tried to concentrate on the nature around her and stop thinking about the father of her child.
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"How long?" Dominic snapped and looked as the redhaired witch was making the spell. Too much time has already passed and every second that passed meant that Maeve could be one step closer to danger.
"I am a witch, not a miracle maker," Pandora muttered and continued with the spell. She was halfway through but there were chances that the spell was not going to work. Only a few witches around the country managed to do it and when they did it drained most of their energies just like every other spell. Sometimes witches even died while doing a powerful spell that was too much for their bodies.
Dominic muttered curses under his breath.
Soon the witch took the small amount of potion she had made and poured it into a small glass.
"Soon I will go into a condition where I don't notice anything going on the room. I can't hear anything you will say," the witch said and gulped the liquid down in her throat. It tasted horrible, making her throat sting with pain. The taste reminded her of rotten food that had been dumped into urine. Oh, what do you do for others, she thought before taking the hair from the small box.
"Here we go," she whispered as everything blurred around her.
The sound of two women talking reached her ears. After that, she could see them, two women one with a light hair and another with a dark one. They were walking towards something bad, Pandora could feel it.
"Are you sure Tara that this is the right way?" The woman with the light hair asked with a little despair added into her voice.
Tara? Pandora turned to look at the woman with the dark hair. Something in her seemed awfully familiar.
"Yes, we are soon there."
Pandora turned to look at the light-haired woman more carefully. There was no doubt that she is the mate of the king, with her stomach looking like she had eaten something huge. Her eyes were big with a little light shining from them.
She shook her head from all of her thoughts and started to look at the environment where the two women were.
They were in the woods, that wasn't too hard to realize from all the thick trees that were surrounding them. But the was too many forests around them to see in what forest they were in.
That's when Tara stopped and turned to look straight into where Pandora was standing. Not that she should have been able to see her because, in reality, she was sitting in the castle and not in the woods with them.
"Do you feel that?" She asked from the pregnant human.
"No?"
Soon they could see a small rotten cabin in the middle of nowhere. Pandora blinked, there was something awfully familiar in that place.
"Where are we?" The human asked and stopped walking.
The dark haired woman didn't answer but she did grab the human's hand. Everything around Pandora started to get blurry again making it hard for her to see more. She managed to see how the human was forced to go inside of the cabin and then everything went blurry.
She tried once more to see something that could reveal her whereabouts and she managed to see something that made her face pale.
And then she was back in the castle with an alpha male looking at her with an angry expression.
"Well?" Dominic asked and stared at the pale-faced woman, "What did you see?"
What did she see? It was a great question. She saw the forest and two ladies walking through it. And finally she had seen a cabin, that looked like it would soon fall on someone's neck. But none of those things was what made her face go pale. Just before everything blurred she saw an old tree. A tree with a carved letter F on it.
"You are not going to like what I saw," she whispered looking straight into his eyes. They were filled with anger and a little with concern.
"Is she fine?" He hissed between his teeth.
"She looked like she was fine and so was the baby," at least that is what she thought, "She was with a witch-"
"And?"
Pandora took a deep breath and stood up from the floor. He had to know, "She is with Foley."
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