My Little Pony Scootaloo's Parents นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Coco lacked a mother and Leon lacked a father and both Anne and Nathaniel came to a decision that they would become parents to these children. On the backseat, Leon whispered in Coco's ears, "What did you find out?" "Your biological father lives in the USA, "Coco whispered in Leon's ear. "I tried to spy on my father but it became very hard. Our parents don't treat us as babies. They are always very careful in front of us." "I tried to inquire about Gmaa but she is a hard nut to crack, "Leon whispered back. "Coco, I know that your real mother is in the USA too. That's why Daddy didn't want to take you there."

I placed my head on hers, taking a whiff of her scent that always calm me down, while her small arms wrapped around my neck. “My baby,” I cooed. Pulling back to keep her at arms-length, I playfully narrowed my eyes at her, “Tell me,” My hand went to her head, patting down the few tendrils that escaped the neat pigtails. “Have you been good to Uncle Salazar and Aunt Ria?” I asked, referring to Joana’s parents, whom have been acting as god parents to the little girl in my absence. Luna’s small lips slanted upwards into a mischievous smile as she feigned a look of thought. “Uhm…” She then bobbed her shoulders, a small chuckle escaping. “…maybe?”

"Mom! Dad!" I exclaimed, perhaps a bit too loudly for the occasion, admiring how they stood together, embodying time and grace. My parents, Isaac and Scarlett Windermere, had aged in the most unusual way, thanks to supernatural genes that gave them a perpetual youthfulness. They looked the same age as when I first took on the village leadership over a decade ago—hovering perfectly in their early sixties, radiating a blend of old-world charm and enduring love.

Melanie The cool night air wrapped around me as I stood in a quiet corner of the courtyard with my parents. The sounds of the pack’s celebration were distant, muffled by the tall hedges surrounding us. My dad crossed his arms, his expression both stern and concerned, while my mom gently squeezed my hand. “Babydoll,” Dad said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Explain. Now.” I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat making it difficult to speak. “I… I don’t know where to start.”

I asked Scarlett. There was a silence at the other end for a while and then I heard Scarlett sighing, "No... I don't... Honestly, I never saw her parents in wolf form, especially her father. If I'm not wrong, her mother was a grey wolf. I saw her only once in her wolf form. So I'm not sure about that. But her father, I never saw him in his wolf form but I know he had a wolf. Hazel has seen it... She said he was the same as her mother."

My mind was either playing a trick on me right now or I was staring at my real parent and a mini me. I turned around to look back at Luna Eveline with questions hanging on the tip of my tongue and found that she too has something to say to me from the look in her eyes. I looked up at the photo frame one more time and then back at her,"I'm looking at my parent ain't I?" "Yes child. That's Luna Lia and Alpha Vega. Your Father and mother. I thought you might want to see them" Gosh! **

Leo then asks, "Excuse me, Luna, I don't mean to pry, but your scent is familiar. May I ask who your parents are?" "I'm sorry, but I never knew my parents. My father disappeared before I was born and my mother disappeared when I was 2 days old..." Their eyes seem to widen a little more, but they say nothing as Leo then reaches over and picks up two more sandwiches. They then turn and leave, heading back to their patrol. Now that seemed a little confusing and odd. I shake it off and head back into the cabin to get ready for when Valentino comes soon.

She will have a full-time job running the pack and managing outside requests and demands on both us and our pack on a daily basis. My eyes flicker back to Sloane. She’s already a woman who works hard every single day. I shake my head. My parents might disown me if they could hear those thoughts. Sloane is thought to be a troublemaker, her parents are known murderers. She’s not someone who would make a good Luna. Marrok begins growling in my head, not caring if our parents approve of her. And I have to admit, I’m not sure I care if they’d approve of her either. There’s just something about Sloane that I’m not willing to walk away from.

The initial nervousness slowly transformed into comfort as I interacted with Xander’s parents, discovering their warmth and familiarity mirrored that of my family. Mr. Coleman… I mean, Dad teased, “I can’t believe Xander scored so well,” earning a round of laughter. His hand patted my head gently, his eyes filled with approval. “You are just what he needs. I’m hoping to see you around the packhouse more, so my mate won’t have to take care of Luna’s duties as much. Also, we need grandbabies soon.” Vivian chimed in, “I second that.” My cheeks turned scarlet at their words.

I explained with a frown of my own. Memories of Mom and Dad floated into my mind. They were amazing leadership. They were fair and just. Mom always took flowers to the hospital for those who had extensive injuries. She and Luna Lilliana made the pack a family. When we lost them, we lost part of who and what made the pack so close to one another. The squad and their families did a great job, but it could never replace our parents, and it could never replace them having a Luna. Xander had yet to find his mate yet and would possibly just scare her away if ever they did meet.