Jax's POV
In the middle of the forest, I lay in my birth suit once again, against a huge oak with my eyes closed. Blue has had his lengthy run- along with two rabbits- ugh, I could still taste it on my tongue. But he's sated and resting, finally leaving me to my thoughts.
Since my return, I have done nothing but think. First about Emily- who I am over BTW, and then about my doctoring. I sent in an email advising them to look into someone new last week but now after learning about Meg's plight-
Now, I think I should leave the pack and take Meg along with me.
At the very start, I knew Megan was different- and I don't mean now but from since we were little. But as a kid I never understood it- even now I don't but now I know the difference. Sure, her aura was dull and her wolf spoke to Blue and me alone- which was weird and part of which I speak of. Also, I don't mean the part where Meg- I grin just thinking about how her nose twitched- curled up her nose in disgust for certain things- my cologne for one. And before that, she didn't like the dishwashing liquid I used. And she was always sweating and also smelled differently.
But I have discovered the reason for that.
Pregnancy. Okay, let's put the 'Meg is different' aside for a moment. What about this baby? This alpha child and why couldn't Blue get a whiff of the creature? He tried and tried and- zilch which led to us being more puzzled than ever. Of course, he never denies that Meg is carrying the alpha's pup, he just denies Meg is Alpha's Luna. In Blue's very feral mind; mate is mate.
And I must confess, I used to agree with him. Until Megan.
When you get a mate, you go crazy and cannot deny the bond. In my wolf's mind, it goes beyond everything ordinary, involving both physical and spiritual elements. To him, Soren bedding Meg just proved him right. A mate will never leave his mate alone- especially after tasting her.
While I think Blue is right, I also believe Meg.
There is something about her. Something just tells me that everyone is reading her wrong. That there is more to her than meets the nose.
At first, when she told me our pack leader was her mate, it took me by surprise. Completely. I was baffled- an omega and an alpha as moon mates? It was not unheard of, but the alpha would always shun the omega- an insult to the Moon Goddesses and I heard there were severe consequences for that.
But Meg and Soren were not acting like the chosen pair.
By the time she got around to confiding in us about the baby part, Blue and I had already started placing things together. After all, we had the experience of my mum, and the signs were there.
Along with everything I believed in, I also experienced a sense of obligation when it came to our alpha and I hated it. It encouraged me to convince Meg to break the news to our alpha as she had planned before I came along even adding that I would come along for moral support.
Was she warned from me by Soren? The fright in her eyes said as much when I told her this.
As if Soren would even class me in a league with him. But even as I thought it, I knew it was untrue. Whether we were in the same status or not, a mate is feral when it comes to their mate. And Meg's worried- bent eyebrows, indicating such, bothered me.
If so, was that the mate bond or him asserting his superiority over my fragile-minded friend? So many questions and zero answers to them.
We need to mentor Meg and Red. Train them properly under my guidance. Slowly lead them both into the role they were placed on the earth for. Blue and I will teach Red to hunt. We'll fill whatever void she has developed. We'll make her understand who she is and who they are meant to be.
Blue's instinct tells me that Meg is more than what we see- this is what I meant by she's different. Very, very much different from any other wolf.
When she talks, I listen, and I do not mean as a friend- sure I am her friend, but I could sense she is more. And I only noticed it when Blue said he could not find Red. It had been a time when Meg was in front of me, but she was visibly upset and I think she blocked Blue from talking to her because when she calmed down, she had unblocked him- Blue said she then blocked him off again. He could feel the shield.
How could she do this?
So, I tested it and made sure Blue aggravated her and she blocked him off again. This proves that Red and Meg are not regular werewolves. Had they been, Red should have been gone by now- as in ceased to be here.
But she is.
And it's this pack. They're belittling her. Meg does not believe she is strong enough. Her passive behaviour has everyone thinking she is an omega when she isn't. I figured that out because of Blue and myself. I am naturally gamma but because of my weakened state- my choice- I am now delta.
Maybe Meg is the same?
To figure out her true self she needs to shift but she refused to before and now she fears the baby. I hate it already. It's half the *sshole that is abusing her. I can't tell her that Soren is using her to warm his bed, can I? It will hurt her more and I already warned Blue to control himself now.
It also had me thinking back to when we were young.
Why couldn't I remember Meg's parents? Did they pass away when she was a baby or something? If so, then where was the rest of her family?
Hitting a bug that bit my leg, I glance up at the sun as it peeked back at my nakedness before diving into my thoughts again.
In my research studies, I learnt parental loss could run deep emotional scars. Is this what caused Meg's identity crisis? As a young werewolf, she might have struggled with abandonment, anger, and sadness which could have affected her ability to shun others out.
Perhaps? I don't know. I called one of the five pack-doctors- the one I trusted but he was on vacation and won't return until three weeks later. I called mum to get what information I could get on Meg's parents, but she didn't pick up either- that was since yesterday.
Maybe this was the reason why Meg never shifted. Maybe she lost the ability to transform because deep in the corners of her dark mind, she feels disconnected. The pack never supported her in any way- so she felt alienated.
Standing up, I pull my tracks back on and sneakers, grabbing my green coloured t-shirt, determined to call my mother again.