Reluctant Luna

My story

Calla

I understood what she was feeling. Silverwood wasn't a small pack community like some others, but it was peaceful. We had a substantial amount of woods surrounding us, and gated entrances. The humans outside our community assumed we were either a cult, or an extended stay resort.
The Alpha coming to our community puts people on edge. I remember the last time he visited. No one acted sane. The omegas attached themselves to him and his posse. The Gammas were running all over the place. The warriors were worn out from extra shifts. And the young Beta was constantly yelling and chastising anyone in his way.
Beta Marc is older now and more mature, but he is the worse when he has anxiety.
He's my guardian. Him and his wife Kate were given me when I was 6 by the Elders to raise within the pack territory. No explanation. Just a "here you go, a young human child." I don't have any memories from before or know my real name. I took on Kate's maiden name as my last name as was advised by the Elders. They are a mysterious trio. They don't outrank the Alpha, but they can seriously throw out some scary mojo. Marc and Kate were great surrogate parents. But when they started popping our babies of their own, things got crowded and is was clear who was biological and who wasn't. Hence when I was 16, I found this random shed and turned it into my own little paradise. When I turned 18, I asked to live outside the pack territory and Beta Marc paled. He adamantly said no. It wasn't like he was against me being with my kind, he was scared of what the Elders would do if he let me go.
There were many nights my emotions and self-pity got the best of me and cried all night hearing the pack take runs together. Or when I did get picked on for not being a wolf and not having wolf strength to pick back. Beta Marc just said he had to trust that the elders knew what they were doing.
I'm 22 now. Content to the most part with my lot in life. I do get to leave pack lands to run errands for the pack house. I earn money for working at the pack house. I have my own Netflix, Hulu, and HBOMax account with satellite internet. I think that alone says I'm established in the world.

On top of the list of getting the Alpha suite ready, I needed to put in a pack n play or a crib or both. He is bringing a 1 year old boy with him. I'm assuming it's his son. Cheryl said the baby is to have a comfortable place to sleep. We had a crib in the attic, but Cheryl wanted to have a newer one set up. Hence, me singing at the top of my lungs Carrie Underwood in the big ole Dodge Ram headed to town. Specifically, Target.
I feel like Target is a happy place. I never feel sad walking around target and finding things I think I can afford, but can't.
I pick up a crib, 2 sets of crib sheets, a couple blankets, child safety stuff and a soft cuddly blanket.
Ooooh blocks. Grab those. I have the pack credit card.
Rubbery dice. And those.
Fun button pushing thing. And that.
Oh! Look at that onesie set! Grab that. Oh a cute little fedora.
I think my ovaries have taken over this shopping trip. I'm three hundred dollars over budget. I have the receipt if Cheryl needs me to return things, plus the pack is crazy wealthy, so I shrug it off.

Before I head back to the pack lands I decided to visit my favorite smoothie shop and treat myself. Whether I pay for it or the pack, no one will ever know. Or maybe the pack will know if they actually look at the card charges.
"Calla! How is my favorite weirdo doing?" Peter cheers from behind the counter.
"Ya know, doing."
"The usual?"
"Yeppers."
"Dave." Peter turns to this co-worker that is new to me. "This is Calla, the one I was telling you about."
I look to see Dave as Dave turns to me and smiles. "Oh yeah!"
I blinked. This guy was handsome. Like small towns are not supposed to have guys as good looking as this one. Soft brown hair, tanned skin, deep eyes and come hither eye lashes. The wares were all substantially beautiful, but I knew them all and none of them turned my head. Plus, they were always off limits me being human and them wolves. That was my own rule.
Say something Calla, TALK. Say something cool and blasé. "Um. Hey." So witty.
"Peter tells me you live in Silverwood." Oh, that was what they were talking about. Not about this girl named Calla who is the most beautiful, mysterious, but alluring female he has ever met.
"Um." Stop saying um Calla! "Yep, that is where I hale." I sound so stupid. I don't even make my voice sultry.
"What's it like there? My friend and I tried to sneak in and were picked up by the large guys and were kicked out."
"Oh, I don't know. It is pretty exclusive." I didn't want to sound like I was a snob. "The only reason why I live there is because my uncle manages the place."
"Oh?" Peter says as he hands me the smoothie. "I'll give this to you for free if you let us sneak on there." I laughed uncomfortably. There was no way I would attempt that. I pull out my payment and hand it to him.
"Yeah, that's not happening."
"C'mon. Please. We just want a peak."
"Ok, so you know how the President has all this secret service and security and Fort Knox is supposed to be crazy secure?"
They nodded.
"They are child's play compared to Silverwood. We all have NDAs as well. If I tell anyone what goes on and who visits there I will be destroyed." I'm making this all up.
"Ok then." Dave smirks. It's a very confident smirk and one that could get me to do naughty things. Like, sneaking them on pack lands. "I won't pressure you about it."
"Thanks" lift up my smoothie and walk out. As I drive back to pack lands I think about the many ways I can convince Cheryl to let me run more errands to Target. Maybe the Alpha likes smoothies.