We drove home, telling each other about our favorite things.
"What's your favorite instrument?" I asked, sitting in the passenger seat playing an imaginary guitar. He chuckled.
"Drums," he replied. I found out that his favorite color was green, his birthday was September 13, and our favorite band was Breaking Benjamin. We pulled into what I think was his pack's house. It was large and white, and on the side it had brick. He made a whistling sound, and the pack quickly lined up in front of us. I giggled when the youngest, maybe a year old, toddled in at the end if the line. I already felt an attraction to her. She was small and wore long black pigtails and a frilly dress. I walked over to her and picked her up, and placed her on my hip.
"Hello Luna," she said. She was already owning a place in my heart. Michel walked over behind me, and slowly wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me slowly.
"Come on Luna, there is more of our pack to see. Let's go," he said. I put the young girl back down and she toddled into her sisters arms.
"Where are her parents?" I asked, fearful of his response.
"They were killed by rouges," he replied in a hushed voice. A tear formed on my cheek. He led me down the line, introducing me. I was right. He was a wolf in the higher ranks, Alpha specifically, making me the new shiny toy in kindergarten. The spotlight wasn't exactly where I wanted to be, but I was there regardless. We reached the last person, and I tugged on his shirt.
"I need to get some rest, is there a place where I can sleep?" I asked. He knew what I was talking about, I just wanted to spend some time with him. He nodded and took me by the hand, leading me into the house.
