The Reluctant Luna

Chapter 2

Warning: Potential cutting trigger. Take care of yourself, friends. You are loved. ❤

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Hi Somersault,

Goodness, am I glad to see you. Guess what!!!

Actually, don't guess, I'm just going to tell you... Tonight's the night... that you know we're gonna do the thing for the.. for the um thing... eek! The excitement.

Sorry, I'm in the library at school, so I feel the need to be all incognito. I'm talking about the ixnay on my birthday. Aka shifting thingy. Aka Project Forrest Renegade. Tots official and professional. Lmao, no doubt you'd expect nothing less than professional from me...

I've got all my supplies ready... flashlight, rope, switchblade, timer, first aid, a blanket. And I can't forget the fruit snacks. I saved up to buy them especially... They're like chewy, fruity, and... and lovely...

They know what fruit snacks are, Evelyn. Good grief.

Oh... right. My bad. Just that I'll no doubt be needing all the comfort I can manage.

And yet... I'm so going to do it, and I'll be an official shifter by morning. I mean, maybe.

Anyway, I'm going to bring a journal and a pen too, so... I'll probably write while I'm there. It'll be chilly... September 23rd for my birthday... kind of a pity it wasn't in July... only... no complaints. I'm just going to go and... and do that thing and... and not complain lol. Yes. That's my plan.

Practically foolproof. That is just what I need right now, really.

I'm going to focus on my fear of being cold so then I don't have room to worry about the risk of being caught and... and... well, punished.

Yes, not going to think about that.

Ok ok, this is ok. I mean... I can do this, right??

I have to try.

I like it in the library. It's a beautiful space with floor-length picture windows. The books absorb all the sound, leaving a kind of vacuumed silence. Wish I could say I was one of those reading-all-the-time types. I love the idea of it. Maybe someday when I have more time.

I get this class period off. Physical Exercise... The school is made up of kids aged 15 to 20 from my pack and the three neighboring packs. But seeing as I'm not a shifter, I've been excused. I'm supposed to be exercising on my own, but... PE isn't exactly a strong suit, and I'm a bit of a klutz.

Well, that's not true. I think it just seems that way when I'm around shifters. I feel like a klutz compared to their sharp senses and divine strength.

Props to the school staff, though. They make an effort to go over a routine I'm to follow during my 'private study,' but... I guess I haven't had much motivation for it. So maybe in this way, I've been breaking the rules for years without even thinking about it.

I should try to do better... I should want to do it for myself.

It's just that I have this addiction to watching the others' PE through the library windows. It's like my happy time. Hang on, that doesn't sound bad, does it? I've never told that to anyone before.

They have a whole schedule worked out. It's quite fascinating to watch them—so coordinated and strong. It's like observing a well-choreographed dance, each movement precise and powerful. I can't help but feel a pang of envy, but also a sense of awe.