The Art of Submission

?Three?

"Rose I need you to focus on packing and not the lives of others, okay? What Pomelia's mate does or does not do, doesn't have any effect over your actions does it?"

An attitude was rearing it's ugly head and Arana did not have the time nor the energy to speak on such things. "Get packed. I'm going to get breakfast."

Both them frowned.

Arana ignored the countless amount of LPA agents lining the wall, blocking the beautiful, religious art that she had seen almost all of her adult life. It broke a piece of her heart every time she wasn't able to see what was going on.

Once she made it to the dining hall, she zeroed in on a particular priest with moonlit hair and whose body took up a lot of space. She found him in the middle of the many tables with a tray of food in front of him and then one on the opposite side. A tray of food untouched.

She smiled.

Arana slipped into the seat across from him and greeted him as usual, noting that all of her favorite food was on the plate. "It is a special occasion? Is that why I have all of my favorite things on here?"

"A parting gift from our home, Arana."

Why did him saying home make her uneasy? The temple was her home. It was where she found solace, where she found love of herself and other people, for her goddess. It was her home...but why did it not sound like her home? Maybe because home was where her novices and holy peoples were?

Arrow and her girls were coming with her. Where they were, was home. Maybe that was why? Whatever the reason be, she felt odd about it and kept it tucked in the back of her mind of why it felt so odd. Maybe she would bring it up to the goddess in prayer when she had the chance...

"Are you ready?" Arana questioned Arrow as he nodded his head curtly. The way he was acting, his demeanor, it made her nervous. It was as if he was resorting back to his life before the priesthood. She knew Arrow didn't live a pure life before he joined. Arana didn't know the specifics but knew one thing for sure. Whatever his occupation was before, he knew how to use a gun. Well.

"Are you ready, Arana?"

She sighed. "Yes, I am Arrow. Don't avoid my questions with another question." He chuckled and she smiled. "I'm ready. I want to see Pomelia and know how she's doing. I miss her so much."

After seeing Pomelia for almost all of her teenage life and watching her grow into a wonderful woman and potential priestess then to see her ripped away from the priesthood. It hurt Arana. It hurt her to her core. She was like a little sister, a part of Arana's heart. Just like Sera. Her wolf immediately cried out.

A chest pain suddenly incapacitated her. She let loose a whimper. "Arana. Get out of your head. Breathe in and out."

She gripped her fork with such force it was bending, her teeth ground against each other as she fought the tears that threatened to spill.

"Priestess, calm yourself now."

Her wolf found solace in that command. Arrow was meant to be an alpha if he did not become a priest. Her wolf listened, her heart listened too. Within the next few seconds she was forcing herself to breathe. To let go of the things she couldn't change. Temporarily. She allowed herself to be distracted...

"Thank you."

She glanced at him and noticed that he was staring at her intensely. "Arana as I have voiced my concerns before I don't think going to this pack is a good idea for your mental health," he spoke as he leaned in and gave her a serious look. "I do not think so because of the trauma you suffered just so recently with the attack on the temple."