THE ROGUE LUNA

Why do the things i try to bury always follow me?

       As soon as I look in her eyes, I see them. Memories. Dozens, from when I was younger. Ones where I was a toddler, about one year old. I know what you're thinking, 'How can you remember something from when you were so young?' Well, my dear friends, Werewolves have memories like elephants. But, like most humans, we bury them if they could cause too much stress,sadness,confusion, or inconvenience. So, when I look into this woman's cold, sharp, bright green eyes, I see them. They come flooding in like a dam that broke. And it's a dam shame I couldn't suppress them for longer. This woman is my birth mother. I remember now, some of my youngest years, her walking me around, smiling, a man with jet black hair, dark green eyes, and pale, pale skin im most of them also. He must have been my father. I remember my first steps and the food. I remember warm hugs and a big house. But, the only thing I can't seem to remember is why I was given to my adopted parents? Did I do something wrong? Did they not want me? Did something happen? More questions pile into my mind. I remember one thing about right before they left. I remember her screaming loudly and running from me in the middle of the woods. Right around my third birthday. What happened? The woman smiles and walks over to me. I quickly back away, scrambling over the couch and walking behind it. She frowns and stops walking towards me. Erra walks over to me and smiles before saying
"Whats the matter? Are you not excited? I know it was dramatic, but we wanted to surprise you. We figured that the last party kinda sucked....it was my idea to knock you out, though."

I dont know what to say to her. My body is frozen in shock. The next thing I know, a black haired, blue eyed guy around my age is carting me up the stairs, and plopping me down on my bed before walking over and sitting in the corner of my room, giving me plenty of space. I throw a chocolate bar onto my bed and shrugs before saying
"Who was that lady you were glaring at?"
I must look confused because he elaborates with
"The one who looks like you a bit? Kinda curvy, dark ha-"

I cut him off and said
"I....I think she...I think she was my mom.." His eyes widen for a second, then he says
"Welp, that sucks."
It must be his nonchalant attitude towards my crisis that I find somehow hilarious and his calm voice because I start laughing. And not as in a cute 'hahaha', I mean full-on cackling. Like the psychopath way. I mean, I'm literally cackling while tears run down my cheeks, I can't breathe, and I'm hugging my sides. I look extremely concerned, which makes it even more funny, and I cackle harder. My whole body is shaking at this point. He slowly stands up and walks over to my bed before sitting behind me and wrapping his arms around me before rubbing my arms up and down. He then asks
"Is this okay? I'm not being rude, right? Let me know if you want me to move..or leave...or whatever you need." I just nod and try to take deep breaths. Soon, I stopped cackling, but after that, I just ended up sobbing in his arms. It's embarrassing, that I've barley been Luna for a week and I'm already having mental break downs in front of a random pack member who I've never met before and is probably disgusted with me right now. I would be. I shouldn't be Luna. I'm not cut out to be someone important. That thought just makes me cry more. He hugs me tighter, and somehow, I end up falling asleep in the arms of a Strang guy I've never met before, while my friends party downstairs with my bio mom who left me alone without ever looking back. Fan-fucking-tastic.