Moonlit Secrets || Werewolves

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑂𝑁𝐸

Present...

The sun was bright, throwing a golden light on the busy college campus as students and parents carried boxes and bags into dorms.

Brooke, a worried but enthusiastic college student, stood in front of her new dorm with her grandparents.

Her heart beat with a range of emotions, and she returned her gaze to her grandparents, who were unpacking the car with considerably more zeal than she had anticipated.

Her grandfather, tall and broad-shouldered with a full head of black and a little gray hair, carried a big box with ease. "This is the last one?" he said, his voice rough yet friendly.

"Almost." Brooke smiled as she checked her list. "There's still my suitcase in the trunk."

Her grandmother, small and lively with short, wavy gray hair, was already holding two pillows and a wash basket.

"Oh, honey, don't forget your houseplants!" I packaged them carefully so they wouldn't get destroyed."

"I didn't forget, Grandma," Brooke said, watching with anxiety as her grandmother moved through the parking lot with an armful of stuff, her flowery dress blowing in the breeze.

The three of them carried the last few boxes into the dorm, weaving through the crowded corridors packed with other students and their families.

Brooke's room was on the third story, and Michael insisted on using the stairs instead of the elevator, shaking his head at the line.

"This is nothing compared to what I used to lift at work," he replied with a smirk, effortlessly hoisting Brooke's bag up the stairs.

They finally made it to her room, a modest area that felt more like a blank canvas than a home.

Brooke stood in the center, soaking it all in, while her grandparents instantly began unloading and organizing things as if they had done it a hundred times before.

"Let's get your bed made up first," Tamara remarked, fluffing the pillows and arranging them nicely.

"Your bedding is so lovely, sweetie!" It liven up the entire room. She looked around the empty walls and grinned, her eyes gleaming with pride.

"Oh, we can hang those fairy lights we purchased for you! "It will be so cozy."

Brooke chuckled, feeling a little more at ease as she observed her grandparents rushing around. "You don't have to do everything." I can deal with some of it.

"Nonsense," Michael said, placing her desk chair in position. "We've got everything under control. Besides, we won't leave until you're fully set up."

With their assistance, the space started to take shape. Her bed was carefully prepared with a vibrant bedspread, her desk was arranged with books and plants, and fairy lights hung around the window. The once-empty place seemed warmer and more like home.

As they finished, Tamara stood back, hands on her hips, observing the room. "Would you take a look at that?" "All settled in, just like that!"

Brooke smiled, her anxiety calming with each passing second in the company of her grandparents. She stepped up and hugged both of them.

"Thank you, folks. "I'm not sure what I'd do without you."

"Oh, sweetheart, you'd be just fine," Tamara murmured, touching her cheek. "But we are always available when you need us. Even if it's only to deliver some extra cookies or check on your plants."

Michael smiled and pulled her into a bear embrace. "We are proud of you, youngster. This is your new journey. "Make the most of it."

Brooke nodded, her eyes aching from suppressed emotions. "I will."