Silver Moon

Meet and Greet

Luna's POV

I am never a fan of morning. I was lying on my side, shivering with a small art of blanket covering me. I wore only a dress, the rest was unnecessary, and the brown garment was thick yet I still shivered. Ashton was no longer next to me, and his sent led outside. I got, and made my way to my satchel, which was on my right. In there was my cloak, and I tugged it around my shoulders.

I followed Ashtons scent outside, and it trailed into the forest. I worried, and wondered where he went. I strained my ears and eyes, the forest zooming in as I focused my new vision. I could hear the birds chirping, the hawk swooping down on its prey. The slight drown of insects swirling in the shadows, the snakes hissing. Yet I did not hear the sound of paws.

A sharp wind was blowing, sending my hair in different directions. I went back in the cave, hiding from the harsh winds. My mid got to wondering. What would the pack think of me? Would they accept me, even if my whole life was spent around humans? I had so much to learn.

I was disturbed from my musing by the sound of paws, but not just one. I could count three sets of paws climbing the hill to the cave. I stood up quickly, rushing to the mouth of the cave. Ashton was leading the group, his maple hair glistening in the sun, along with a dark grey wolf and a bright red one, who also had highlights of gold.

Ashton was the first to approach, and I rubbed behind his ears. He made a satisfied growling sound, before heading into the cave. The red wolf and grey wolf both had clothes in their mouths, and turned to change behind some trees.

The first one behind the trees was the red wolf, whose short brownish red hair went to her shoulders. She had a sharp chin, and bright brown eyes. She could not have been over five foot two. She looked a lot like Ashton, as she made her way to where I stood.

“Hi, I’m Miranda, pleases to meet you”

She had a lilting accent, and her words flowed together like water of rocks. Her accent sounded like a mix of British, with a Bostonian vocabulary, with a tiny smidge of Italian.

“Hi, it’s nice to make you acutance”

“You speak weirdly. All proper and nonsense. Ashton had to learn thata way of speakin to get to the castle. Ya gotta learn to relax your vocab.”

I smiled at Miranda, how relaxed and cool she seemed to be. I knew I had a friend in her.

“I’m Ashton’s sista by the way, thatsa why I look like him. Ima proud of it too. He’s a good guy.”

I smiled at Miranda, and felt at ease. I did not have to worry about her being any competition for Ashton.

“Hey Gabe! Are you getting changed or just farting around! Get outta here!”

I paled at Miranda’s words. Gabriel, my dad, was the grey wolf. I should have known! Stupid me!

The man that stepped behind the tree next astounded me. He was wearing the same outfit that he was wearing when I first projected myself to him. His hair was disheveled, and worry was etched into his old face. Tears started to brim my eyes as I looked at him.

“Are yah just gonna stand there or are you gonna go hug your dad?” said Miranda impatiently.

With her words, I tore down the hill, jumping into Gabriel’s arms. He spun me around, laughing with tears of joy running down his face. It felt so good to meet him in person, not just some Astral projected self.

He put me down and we hugged, as I buried my face in his shoulder. He smelled of fresh grass and the tang of the woods.

“You look so much like your mother Luna. Oh how beautiful you are. You have grown so much.”