Alpha Wyatt
I watch as she smiles, brushing my hair gently, her soft eyes as she decides how she wants to fix my hair.
“I think some loose curls will be gorgeous, I think this halo of wildflowers will compliment you perfectly.”
“So pretty! You made this?” I asked her in disbelief, my grandma has always been so talented in many different things.
“Of course, dear, I wanted to make this day as special as I could,” she patted my shoulders.
“Can I add something?” My mother asks at the door, smiling at me.
“Sure mom,” I smile.
“This was handed down in my family, to be given to each magical descendant of the Moon Goddess. It’s said to be crafted by the Goddess herself. A bracelet.”