Luna's POV
The maple brown wolf kept running, his body strong and sure. Each step brought wonders, as he moved among the trees, his golden eyes aglow. Then he came to a clearing, and raising his head he howled to the moon...
I woke suddenly, the ringing of his wolfs howl still in my ears. I thought myself running next to him, moving with him. I was wrong, as I looked upon my bed sheets. My curtains had been left open, and the sky was dark. The moon had just started its clime to its apex. I through my covers off reached to find my silver slippers that I hid underneath the bed, and tied parts of my hair back with a small piece of white ribbon. I grabbed my half corset, a small personally made object that has extra fabric so I do not look to over exposed. I slipped quietly from my bedroom, hoping no drunken men saw me.
I felt the biggest of relief when I arrived at the music room, with the full moon standing glorious out of the window, and I felt giddy. I searched through the books of music, trying to find the music pieces to play. I decided to play the song Lullaby By Johannes Brahms on my violin, Piano Concerto No. 1 in B flat minor, Op. 23 (I. Allegro non troppo e molto maestoso ) by Pyotr Il'yich Tchaikovsky, Clair de Lune, for piano (Suite Bergamasque No. 3) by Claude Debussy, and a Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven. The centerpiece was going to be Llovera, by Mia Maestro. Sitting at the piano, I must have taken longer than I thought, because the moon was close to its apex. Breathing in I started to sing Llovera
"Llovera', gotas mi'nimas
Llovera', de mi boca,
Saldra' el mar
No, no, Romeo, no
No, no me dejes ver
Tu vida fue gestada ya...
Llovera, caudales de agua,
Aguas lisas
Llovera', desde mis ojos
No, no, Romeo, no,
No, no me dejes ver
Que tu muerte fue gestada ya...
El nacimiento"
I did not feel his presence until I let my eyes open, and they came clashing with his.
Ashton's POV
I stood pacing, the curtains shut tightly and my mind about to explode. How the hell was I supposed to make it through the night? With the moon out the urge to shift was painful. My mate being upstairs did not help, and being stuck inside! This was insanity! Nevertheless, I could not leave, Alphas orders. Ever sound seemed too loud, and the torture would just continue throughout the night. I would hear my brothers and sisters howling, and the pull would be too great, I would destroy everything in my blind path to join them. I was going to lose it, until the music reached my being. The sound was of the purest voices, and with my hearing haywire, every note sounded stunning.
"Llovera', gotas mi'nimas
Llovera', de mi boca,
Saldra' el mar"
I threw my door open, trying to find the source of the beautiful music.
"No, no, Romeo, no
No, no me dejes ver"
I came upon a room, and from there the source of the music originated. Opening the door, I was shocked to what I saw. On the seat of the piano sat Luna, her hair loose down her back, scantily dressed, and singing the music.
YOU ARE READING
Silver Moon
WerewolfLuna is not the girl seeking attention. Happy with her simply existence, all she wants to do is play the piano on the full moon. All this changes with the onslaught of the male sex for the ball her sister is hosting. In the throng Luna finds friends...
