I'm pacing back and forth in our room. Thoughts of war are racing through my mind. No wars have been fought whilst I've been Luna. I don't know protocol. I'm not aware of what to do.

And the idea of Zyon going to war freaks me out a little bit. Not that I should be freaking out. He has fought countless battles and emerged victorious. But I worry a little for his safety, not that I would ever tell him that.

The door to the room swings open and Zyon walks in. We haven't been alone or in an intimate setting in a month. It's difficult to describe but my body comes alive when he is around me. My senses are on high alert: the world disappears.

He stands and just stares at me for a while, his hands behind his back. Finally, he moves forward and throws a stack of papers onto the desk.

He says.

I nod.

He turns to leave.

I call out. He looks at me and raises an eyebrow.

I ask.

His eyes flash golden momentarily. He snarls.

I choose to ignore his snarky comment.

He says.

I say, and quiet down. I smooth down my hair, as silence overtakes us.

He explains.

I stay quiet. There isn't much more I can say. His reasoning does make sense.

He asks.

I shake my head no. He walks out of the room, slamming the door shut.

I spend the night, reading and re-reading the stack of papers that Zyon gave me. Every time I read it; my anxiety grows. How in the world was this stack of papers supposed to help me if something went wrong? And if something happened to Zyon, his heir was meant to take over. He didn't have a heir. If he didn't have an heir, Hunter would come for my head. I didn't want to die and I didn't want Zyon to die.

I wanted him to stop this madness, but alas I was in no position to tell him anything. It's not like we were speaking.

Moment after moment, worry about Zyon's well-being grew in my heart. It sickened me that I worried so much about him when we basically didn't have a relationship. After everything he did, why and how did I still worry? But nothing in my life regarding Zyon has ever made sense.

I knew that I wouldn't be joining the wolves going off to war tomorrow. It wouldn't be smart to have both the Alpha and Luna in vulnerable positions. And besides some warrior wolves had to remain behind, in case of a surprise attack on the pack. That was standard strategy.

Over the next day though, I had to admit to myself, Zyon had worked hard to become Alpha of the North. His plannings of war were impeccable. The layout near Hunter's pack was studied extensively. There was an organized, flawless order in the way they were going to attack. It's like the pack really did move as one, with each sub-section of the cavalry connecting and colliding into each other.

It was impressive and I felt a little proud every time I heard him speak and command his wolves.

Hunter was stupid. He shouldn't have done this. Didn't he know Zyon's temperament? Didn't he know that if he took on the Alpha of the North, he would also be taking on the Alpha of the South? It made no sense. It made me feel like Hunter had something else up his sleeve. The thought never left me. It kept nagging at me, even when I tried to push it away. I tried to reassure myself, that Zyon was smart, Zyon knew what he was doing, but I usually had good instincts and as good as Zyon's war plan was, I felt it might not be as easy as the other times.

Before I knew it, I was standing outside one of the conference rooms, I knew he'd be in. I knocked once, then swung the door open.

A layout was sprawled along the length of this rather large conference table, with burly looking wolves staring at it, as Zyon talked about ways in which his wolves could get him directly to Hunter so he could kill him. It was rather gruesome really, and not a conversation I fully wanted to be a part off.

It took a couple of seconds for the wolves to process I was there, but when they did, they jumped up in acknowledgment. They greet me.

I say.

They look to Zyon for confirmation, who gives them a curt nod and then they file out of the room and shut the door closed.

Once again, Zyon and I are surrounded by silence. He looks at me, with a questioning glance.

" I say.

He doesn't respond, just continues to look at me from the other end of the table. I'd really rather he didn't look at me with such concentration. My palms feel sweaty.

I say.

He says, thick sarcasm lacing his tone.

I snap at him.

He looks at me, with a semi-amused smile on his face.

I look away in irritation. I continue,

Zyon says.

I ask.

He says. He says.

I ask.

He says.

I slam my hand down on the table. I hiss.

I feel him get a little irritated. Not at me directly, but perhaps towards the situation and also due to the fact that he was majorly sleep deprived.

I say.

He looks at me quietly and seems like he's deep in thought. Slowly, he moves from his end of the table, towards me. I glance slowly towards the door.

He grabs a stray piece of hair and tucks it behind my ear.

He's standing so close to me. His scent invading my nose. I struggle not to put my hands on him. All my instincts and wolf does in this situation is tell me to move closer, to complete the mating cycle and it takes all my willpower to not give in, to remind myself of the second mark. I try to stay focused on the situation at hand.

I argue.

He sighs and rubs his face.

I scoff.

He says, sounding very bored that he has to explain this to me.

I continue to nag.

He looks at me like he wants to kill me. Sleep deprivation, his wolves instincts to mate me, the threat of war and the stress of it all, made him more irritable than usual.

He groans and looks at me, square in the eye.

I finally give up. What else can I even say? He knows I'm annoyed at him.

I turn to leave. He stands with his back to the desk and I stand with mine to his, as I turn to face the door.

He says.

I deny almost immediately, as I turn back around to face him.

He tilts his head slightly, as his lips curl up into a small smile.

He softly says and redirects the conversation.

I'm surprised at his praise. I didn't expect it. It weirdly validates me in a way.

I ask.

He says.

I nod and turn back around to leave. Just as I reach the door, I hear him call out. "

I stand staring at the door for a couple of seconds. Contemplating. I lied before, I'm worried as hell about him leaving and going to war. I'm annoyed that he's ignored me for a month. I'm mad that he's given me a second mark and behaved like a complete asshole, and I don't want to forget about the complete brute and animalistic nature that he has, but in this moment, all I want to do is kiss him.

His attempt at reassurance: it's all it takes. I whirl back around and walk to him as fast as I can and slam my lips against his.

It's like I can't get enough. I claw at him, at his shirt, his arms. His hands wrap around my waist as he stumbles against the table, regaining his footing. He lets me take control, matching the rhythm of my lips for a minute before he lifts me up, turns around and places me onto the table. My back hits the table, as my legs curl around his body.

He leans down on top of me, slowing down our pace. He kisses me softly, gently. It's so unlike him. My hands move into his hair, while his undo the buttons on my shirt. He only manages to undo the top three, before a knock sounds on the door.

He stands up straight, but I keep my legs curled around him.

He snarls at the door.

An omega calls out.

He yells, never taking his eyes of me, and I, as per always am trying to catch my breath and panting softly.

He leans back down, and grabs my bottom lip with his teeth, biting softly. Kisses me slowly, a couple more times and then lets go off my lips. Whilst making direct eye contact, he says,

It takes me a minute to try and figure out what he's saying. Reverse psychology? I'm in too much of a daze to understand what he's saying. He puts his arm under my waist, pulling me off the table and placing me onto the ground, and quickly buttons up my shirt. Then he leans down and whispers into my ear.

And then he walks out, leaving me to come to the conclusion that he fucking played me. Did he? Did he use reverse psychology on me?

My thoughts are completely jumbled and hazy. I need to figure out my thoughts later.

Zyon leaves for war at dawn.

A/N- Hi everyone! I've recieved quite a few messages about elements of the book and Kat's character. I've been reading some of the comments, I haven't been able to reply to all the messages so I'm going to post some clarifications soon for the most common questions i got.

And, book reccommendations anyone?? Been looking for a good werewolf story to read on here.

Hope you guys like this chapter. Happy Reading!!! xxxx