Flower Moon (Luna Series)

Chapter 9 Peonies

Chapter 9 "Peonies"

The internet had tons of information on werewolves and legends. The horror of a Shewolf caught at night by her lover while she was in wolf form. The Shewolf husband later discovers it was her by the injury. She was later put to death as like the witches of Salem.

The legend of werewolves was across the world. The legend of the connection of uniting the other side made chill bumps appeal on my skin. The werewolf in movies is destroyed by a silver bullet. The facts of killing a werewolf are not known.

Werewolves can appeal in illumination, with a great vision of the night with eyes that can reveal thermal. They have super strength, super speed, and resurrection from death. They can shape shift at well, toxin and disease resistance, and either born from a womb of one curse or infected by blood contact. We all know about the blood contact being a simple bite from a werewolf.

It said nothing about the wizard's abilities to shape shift into these creatures with magic. I have seen it done many times by MacGregor. He would race to our home to see my mother frighten of a few nosey neighbors who wanted to gossip. That Joan and mother would create a battle of magic for his affection. He was truly a companionship to mother and me. The truth of them ever being actually lovers have even been a mystery to me. Many of the coven witches felt that Joan was envious of my mother.

This information was a lot to take in for Folklore course. Never since I joined the coven that such myth ever mention. Who am I to say that it was all superstition? I was related to my grandmother's mother who lived among vampires or some silly lied that was made to vanish the fact that no one wanted her alive. That even include never seeing her present in the spirit world with our ancestors. I knew I could count on our coven priest who has in fact shapeshift into a wolf before.

I held my bottle of fragrance gazing at the clear liquid wondering what could happen tonight.

I pulled out my black formal gown that did not see to over dress the occasion but still acceptable for the event. Picking my shoes was very hard since I did not know if there would be dancing but that idea seen foolish since we would be in an Art Gallery. I noticed my black and brown guitar in the corner that has been gathering dust since I been to busy to actually pick it up to play. I and star had been together since middle school. Star was a nickname I gave my guitar when my mother gave it to me as a gift of just because I care. I had a few minutes to think about Jave in a song. I place my fingers on the string and soon the words came out.

"Oops, Oops, Oops, I falling." I sang because it was the right words about Jave.

I had fallen hard for a strange guy I don't even know that well. Maybe I am putting my heart out there for disaster? It did not matter since once in my life I had a guy I was physically attracted to. I was the use of being picked among the last and ending up with some jerk I had no interest in, and who seen to figure out we were not a perfect match anyway. The third wheel for blind friend dates, wedding, and you name it. I was put with the all-time loser of all the guys. Somehow some strange female like himself finds him. I am stuck alone to sing and jot down lyrics.

"You know growing up has not been hard for you." a voice replied after the sound of the crackling door.

It was the mother in all her beauty. I wish I was more like her. Everything had to be perfect from her hair, mineral makeup, and iron clothing, strong expensive department store perfume from her time. She always stayed in her box and never decided to try something new made by the perfume creator.

She stood watching me in my black dress as I turned to face her.

"I have a date again with a great guy," I remarked as I stood smiling trying to take a deep breath.

"I told you one day it would happen." mother stated as she walked over to me still trying not to faint.

Mother began to fix my gown dusting off the lent that had attached itself to the black dress. It had been so long that I bought this dress and nor did I ever thought I was going to wear it. I didn't expect anything new while in college. The local university felt like high school number two. Life did not really change but Jave.

"I am so nervous about tonight." I remarked as a few tears twinkle down my face.

"There is nothing wrong with you." mother replied giving me a huge hug that gave me the warmth that I felt when I was only a little girl.

"You look like your great grandmother." as mother held on to my arms open wide between us to admire me.

I only wish I would not end up like great grandmother curse away from her family. I was not content at all good at being a witch. I hate to say I was not as good as being anything lately. I dread the moment of going to the party with Jave knowing that he might change his mind about me tonight. That he would come to some common sense and figure out I was the ugly duckling who couldn't keep up with all the gorgeous ducklings.

I text Stormy several times about the good news of my date and she was right. It always happens this way. She is never there for me but I am always there for her.