Wish Granted: No Longer Your Luna
As I led her back down, we bumped right into my parents.
"My baby girl is back!"
It was my mother, Eleanor, her voice sweet and spoiled. I looked up and saw her standing on the stairs.
She was wrapped in the arms of my father, Theodore. Wearing a long, snow-white dress, she looked like a cat practically melting into him.
She was forty-six this year, but she barely looked like she was in her early thirties.
My father was in his fifties, tall and lean, his features sharpened by age. He was the alpha of the Thornvalley pack. Back in the day, he defied the opposition and pressure of the entire pack to mark my omega mother.