The Secrets of a Luna

Chapter Thirteen: The Hate Boils over

Evelyn:

Sitting on the bed, my wrists rested on my knees. Glancing out the window, I didn't want to do anything today. My whole clan hated me, and there was nothing I could do about it. So much for me getting any form of respect when I became the Luna of the clan. Why couldn't people just accept me for what I am? Swinging my feet over the bed, my fingers scanned the closet. Picking out a simple black sweatshirt dress, my clammy fingers pulled on my black knee high Converses. Brushing through my hair real quick, my hands felt nice in my pockets. Opening the door, Hudson attempted to talk to me. Raising my hand, he stepped back.

Walking through the door, handwritten signs sat on the lawn. All of them were covered with insults towards me, the urge to kick them burning inside of me. Growling to myself, a couple of werewolves called me a bitch as I walked by. Stephan ran up to me, an excited smile on his face. Hiding my pain, he babbled on how his new girlfriend was going on a date with him tonight. Halfway through his conversation, my mind began to wander.

"So what do you think?" He asked earnestly, his eyes boring into mine. "Hey, were you even listening?" Surprise widened my eyes, his arms pulling me into a suffocating hug. A soft blush rose to my cheek, Latia calling out my name behind me. She was not someone that I wanted to deal with right now, my eyes rolling.

"Take me to the werewolves in the medic ward, so I can take care of them." I whispered in his ears, his head nodding. "I need a break from people who hate my guts." Saying nothing, he guided me through the village to the makeshift medic wing in a warehouse that held all of our supplies. All eight guys plus Desmond looked up at me with a huge grin on his face, all of them eating a platter of eggs, bacon and toast.

"Let me introduce you to a few people." Desmond chuckled lightly, running his hand through his wild hair. "These two are the twins Sammy and Selena Starlight, and yes their temper is as fiery as their red hair. Those two brothers are Dylan and Nate Skomet, fresh from Alaska. Those three are the Dandmont siblings, Erik, Derrick, and Merrick. That last loser over there is my cousin Danny Eunice, fresh from Maine. Sammy and Selena sat next to each other, their wild red curls bouncing around their porcelain face.  Their green eyes glittering excitedly in my direction, the contrast couldn't be any different. Sammy had on a worn black leather jacket and combat boots while her twin was wearing a white frilly dress. Both of them stood at five foot two with petite bodies, my attention turning towards Dylan and Nate. Blonde hair shimmered in the light, light blue eyes twinkling in my direction. However there were stark differences between the two, the first one being their height. Dylan's blonde hair sat in a man bun on top of his head, a simple black t-shirt hugging his muscular six foot four frame. His arms sat across his chest, telling me he was a serious fellow. Nate stood at a respectable five foot nine with short blonde hair that hung over his blue eyes. The black business suit hugged his slender body, the vibe of the outfit not matching his goofy vibes. Erik, Derrick and Merrick shifted uncomfortably, barely able to look at me. Gray shaggy hair hung around their shoulders, gray eyes dimming with shame. The oldest Erik was the tallest at six foot five, his blue plaid shirt hugging his muscular body while the jeans were covered in dirt. Derrick wore a band t-shirt telling me that he was an adventurous soul, his height at six foot two inches. Lastly Merrick dusted off the black dress shirt that hugged his slender five foot eight body, his vibe a mix of chill but stern.

"I am Danny." The blonde haired kid introduced himself while popping up behind me, his white cotton shirt brushing against me. He was my height, his green eyes twinkling happily. His short hair bounced wildly around his face, his energy perking me up a bit. Offering me his hand, I shook it. Clearing my throat, they all stared at me.

"I am just curious." I wondered out loud, turning my attention to Desmond. "I am sensing no clan attachments with all of you. So are you like the lost boys in Peter Pan?" A crooked grin danced across his face, his hands crossing. Sadness hid underneath his kind gaze, a secret buried deep within his eyes.