Lola Moon Age Novels & Stories

Just… nothing. “They’d rather have no moon than a bleeding one,” Kira said, worried. Luna, now 40, walked among them. Old, tired, human. She didn’t tell them to choose. She just sat with the gray moons and said, “I see you. Gray is okay too. Rest

“How old?” “Well… I’m twenty two..” Lori said and Elliot shrugged. “Big deal! We’re almost the same age.” “Well how old are you?” She asked and Elliot shrugged. “Twenty one. But in eight months I’ll be twenty two.” “But I’m older than you.” Lori deadpanned and Elliot shrugged. “Only with a year.” Lori stood up from the couch, she was done with the clothes and wanted to take them upstairs, Elliot rushed towards her and took the basket from her.

Aeriol showed Stella the rose, it is shining bright red. “This rose showed up the night of the first full moon after the incident happened. Lynx and I think this may be connected to your memories” he explained averting his eyes to Lynx “So these memories? They are not real?” “Yes, but—” he paused and point to Stella’s heart “The memories of all this full month are real,” he said hoping this will ease anything. “You are my best friend,” Lala said as she pulls Stella into a hug. “I know” she smiled washing away the scattered files of herself in her brain.

Lola nodded and gave him a look that said she needed a few minutes alone. “I will check in on you later tonight.” Damian left the room, quietly. He knew they would speak again soon. The moment the door shut Lola spoke again. “I am very tired, and sire, but I want to get to know you. I’m Lola Shaffer of the Gray Lake Pack. I am sixty-two years old and the lead tracker of my pack. Who are you exactly and how did you find me?”

Both times briefly, surrounded by Council representatives and legal processes and the formal weight of a situation that required documentation and verification before it could become anything personal. This was the first time they were meeting without any of that. Lyanna Moonborne was sixty-one years old and looked fifty and moved like forty. She was tall, broader through the shoulders than Elara, with silver-streaked dark hair pulled back from a face that was sharp and weathered and entirely without softness. Her eyes were the same deep brown as Elara's. That similarity still caught Elara off guard when she noticed it. She came down the steps and stopped two feet away and looked at Elara wi

We took Friday and divided up pack duties and spent most of Saturday catching up on work our mating had pushed aside. “Ready, Baby?” Zach, in particular, is excited for tonight. “Princess, you feel ready?” Tony asks. He is more nervous. I smile and nod. All week I have felt my wolf moving. Growing, getting ready and in just a few minutes, the full moon would be over head. We make our way out to the field. I’m shifting with the other new wolves. Most are 18, but I’m a little older. When I feel the moon’s glow on my face, I feel the urge. Tony smiles at me and nods.

Six months after the battle, life at Crescent Moon had found a new rhythm. Luna was now ten months old with the development of a seven-year-old. Her accelerated growth had finally started to slow, much to Dr. Moira's relief. At this rate, she'd reach normal developmental speed by the time she was chronologically two years old. "Which means I'll get to actually be a kid for a while," Luna said when I explained it to her. "That's good. I'm tired of growing up so fast."

Lyra had hand-woven that blue wool herself, picking a dye that matched Liora's vibrant spirit. "Liora," I say softly, helping her slip her arms out of the broken shirt and sliding the soft blue dress over her head. "When is your birth-moon?" "In the month of May, Daddy," she says, smoothing down the fabric before pulling a small knitted cardigan over her shoulders. "It passed while we were still waiting for you to come back from the southern border. I want my next one to be on the ice rinks." "It will be," I promise, gently smoothing down her messy silver hair.

My voice trembled. "There were nights I cried myself to sleep wondering what I had done to deserve being hated by the people who were supposed to love me most, I believed every cruel word, I really believed I was nothing." " I took a slow breath. "But you were wrong." I turned slightly, looking at Oliver before smiling through my tears. "The Moon Goddess had already written a different future for me." I looked back at them. "The same girl you called worthless is standing here today beside the kindest, most powerful Alpha this pack has ever known, as his Luna, I am no longer the worthless Lilith, I am Luna Lilith."

MADDOX I laid there and watched my mate sleep. I dared not move in case I woke her. I'm surprised it took her as long as it did to break down. I had known it was coming, no one could have gone through what she had the last few days and not have cracked. I was beginning to understand why the Moon Goddess had paired me with her. Her undeniable reliance and strength, outshone my own. She would be the perfect Luna for the White Claw pack, and probably far more than what I deserved in a mate.