Luna's Lost Family

Chapter 2I walk behind Lennart with my head down. We are now walking back from my brother's funeral pyre. To celebrate his life, we will have a night BBQ. It's now after midnight. And at 1 am, we all will eat as a pack together in our vast yard surrounding the pack house. One could say our pack house is a Victorian castle; it houses 350 unmated pack members, in addition to the Beta and Alpha families. The unmated that would rather stay in the pack house than with their family or have a log cabin on their own.If it weren’t for the dreadful circumstances, it's great to see us all together as a pack sharing a meal, chatting, and spending time. Sure, it’s odd to start a BBQ at 1 am, but that’s the custom. I see Kerstin off to the side with a friend. Looks like Kersin is crying as she's speaking to Lollo. Her name is Louise, but everyone calls her Lollo. If I want, I can hear their conversations, wolf hearing and all, but I don’t care to. I turn to search for Lennart.I find him with fri

Chapter 4Echos of my mother's voicferous pain stricken voice, “She killed my son!”The grief of their Luna seeps through the bond of the pack link. My mother's hands turn to paws with razor-sharp claws ready to avenge her pup. This was not the outcome anyone could have predicted. Every pack member but my mother is quiet. In the heavy silence, a menacing, boisterous laugh cuts the quiet like a knife.To my dread, my mate, Morgan, is standing there laughing with a large army of warriors behind him. My goodness, he looks hot and smug.My furious dad lets his alpha aura flare as he pulls his mate behind him. His natural instinct is to protect his mate, my mother.“You! You little fucker, didn’t I beat you and your warriors last time you were here to attack my territory when you had my son killed?”“Arvid, Arvid,” Morgan says with a chuckle.“The funny story is that your dear daughter drowned her brother.”“You fucking liar!” My father replied with a pain- and doubt-ridden voice.“Sweethe

Chapter 6We walked down the dark, long spiral staircase made of steel. It's not a stair you run down fast without falling and getting hurt. It made me think of all those old fiction vampire movies with the vampire sleeping in a casket in the basement. It’s kind of eerie.The stairs ended in a large basement room. It is a living room with a TV and a sofa. It's beautiful—Ingeborg gestures for me to take a seat on the couch. I walk to it and stroke its fabric; it's so soft. It’s dusty rose; the color is soft pink.“It won’t bite.”I jumped slightly in fright, and she started laughing at me.“Hey, that’s not funny.”She hands me a spoon and throws herself on the couch. I sit beside her. She asks,”what do you want to watch?”I want to sigh, but I don’t. I never really watched much TV in my pack, and when I did, I just watched whatever the others watched or what was on. Ingeborg broke my train of thought. “How about we watch Tales from the Darkside? I love that show. Have you seen it?”I f

Chapter 8Hope quickly faded from their faces, replaced by anger. I felt a mix of fear and frustration, but I kept my expression innocent and confused to hide my true feelings.“What a surprise! How did you find where I go to be alone?” I said with shock in my tone.My uncle's face was red with fury; it looked like he couldn’t make up his mind if he wanted to yell at me and beat me or if he believed me. After many long moments, his face became cold and blank. “I see it’s only you sneeking around as usual. Why the hell do you have a need to sneak around like a thief in the night?”I gasped, sure he was a despicable man, but this was a bit mean. I haven’t done anything to earn this.“Hey, that’s not fair. You all know I don’t fir into that pack or have a social standing. I want to get away from the disapoining looks I get.”“No shit! You are the greatest disapointment to ever come from my seed.”I am used to cruel words and beatin

Chapter 10Astrid teleported me with her onto the ship, her expression calm yet focused, trying to reassure me amid the overwhelming nausea. The nausea was overwhelming. Dissy and my surroundings were blurry in the first moments. “You are doing great for a second time teleporter, some vomit like a sick cat. It takes time to get the hang of the teleporting.”I wanted to giggle at the sick kitty part, but I felt too queasy for it. My stomach churned painfully, and I tried to smile a little so I wouldn't seem ungrateful. It backfired, like a flawed check valve; my tummy decided to push up stomach acid, and it tasted like puke in my mouth. A finger pressed slightly on my sternum, and I looked at it, and it was bright blue light surrounding Astrid's finger. That gentle, glowing touch brought a wave of relief, making the nausea and vomit taste in my mouth vanish as if it was never there, like it was my imagination.“Good luck and have a safe trip," I said, feeling a flicker of hope. Though