Aurelia, Cadeyrn and Berwyn were nearly two, and Jubilee would be one, which meant it was nearly a year since Sabriel had passed. The ache was ever present in her heart. She lost her one and only imprint, would she ever recover from that? She didn’t know. It was hard, because Jubilee asked about her father on the daily, really. It made it hard to get on with her daily life, trying to fight the pain that she felt all the time. Aureila was so much different than her younger sister, most days, Anemone saw Nathaniel in her, more than herself. Which was not a bad thing, she feared Jubilee would be more like herself, quiet and naïve, unfortunately.

The boys were a different story. Berwyn was quiet and calm, Cadeyrn was boistrious and loud, in your face and in control.They were opposites yet one complimented the other, oddly enough. Anemone knew she didn’t have to worry about her boys, they would take care of each other. And Aur? It seemed she was more independent then all of them. She knew that was her fault, she wasn’t the best mother she could have been, she had secluded herself after Sabriel’s passing, and Jubilee’s birth. Today, it was just her and her youngest, Jubilee played off in the distance, jumping to try and catch the floating bugs that flew around her head. Her youngest was a near replica to her coloration, just slightly brighter than her mother’s colors.

Their den was situated closer to the borders than most, part of Anemone’s shy behavior, of course. And she knew she should show her face in the pack again, she had been so closed off after everything, she knew she was a disappointment in the pack. She hadn’t been doing her duty as a crone, which she felt she had failed at being, to be honest. It was hard to get the motivation to get up and do what she needed.

The smell of th ocean pack was brought to her attention and she tilted her head to the side, her nose lifting into the air as she drew the scent to her. It took a few minutes of running it through her memory before she recognized it. Nathaniel. The shock of knowing that he had finally come around hit her first, and then a bit of anger, why after nearly two years? It was hard to deal with. But she drew in a breath, sent out a sharp bark at Jubilee. The small child jerked her head upright, her pink eyes wide as she bounced over to her mother’s side.

The duo moved slowly, the child close to Anemone’s side, her shy nature showing true. They approached the border, Anemone’s eyes narrowed as she spotted him standing outside the borders. She stopped shy of the border as well, a few yards separating the two. “Nathaniel. It’s been a while.”


anemone, eleven, female, spirane, mother of five, fated to sabriel