The Strength of the Moon's Light

Chapter 1: Enter Iris

                   

Iris' POV

As I open my eyes, they are filled with light coming into my room from the window. I don't have curtains to cover my window. I feel like if I covered them, I would be even farther from nature than I am now, being inside of a house and all. If I had it my way, I would be sleeping in a meadow somewhere, out in the open. But no, my father says that it's not safe to sleep outdoors with there being people who are trying to hunt down and ruthlessly end our kind. Hunters and rogues have been after us, pack wolves, for at least the last sixty or seventy years.

Well that is how long they have been so open about trying to end us anyways.

Well, I should probably get up eventually. Now is as good a time as any.

I sit up, already full of energy so early in the morning. I don't usually sleep in; it makes me feel like I'm wasting a perfectly good day.

I hop up from my light blue covered bed and made my way to my bathroom to grab a nice hot shower.

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I make my way over to my closet after I get out of the shower with my hair wrapped up tightly in a towel, to pick something out to wear for the day.

I grab a dark green, high waist skirt, a white loose crop top, and a pair of brown sandals. Walking back into the bathroom, I untwist my hair from the towel letting it fall around my shoulders, down to my waist in a slightly tangled mess. I grab a brush and rake it through my hair making sure to remove all of the tangles. When I'm finished, my hair hangs loosely around my waist showing some of my natural waviness. I open the drawer on the left of the sink and grabbed one of my long and thick pieces of pattern fabric, which I have folded into a strip. I flip my hair down and hold the fabric against the nape of my neck, them I wrap the fabric around my head and tie it again at the nape of my neck, tucking the ends into the folds of the fabric. I flip my hair back and it hangs down to my waist again, still slightly wet but now a lot wavier.

I walk out of my room with a skip and make my way down the grand staircase in my house. I live in the pack village of the Wind Runner Pack. My dad is the head healer of the pack and the best in the area so we are pretty well off in the money department. Healers from other packs often come to learn or observe the ways that he heals and manages the packs medical needs.

Dad and I are extremely close and needless to say, I am extremely proud of my dad. I have been following him around to appointments for as long as I can remember and having been around him for lo long and watching him heal, I have picked up a few tips and tricks here and there.

Alpha Harland, the alpha of the Wind Runner Pack, is hoping that I will be up to taking my dad's place when the time comes, but I don't know if I will ever live up to him. But I have gotten some attention in the healer community for my affinity for water (which is the affinity that is closest to healing properties) and how I use it to heal minor injuries almost instantly as well as help along the healing process of major wounds. Although I don't have much practice with major or critical wounds, my father usually takes care of them. Everyone calls this ability that I possess a "power" or "talent," but I don't see it as a power or even a talent. It was not something that I worked to gain myself, this ability is a "gift" that I was blessed with in order to help others. The Moon Goddess is the giver of "gifts", and although she has not done so in any recorded times, I believe that if misused, a gift can be taken back.

I make my way into the living room to see my dad holding a book studying it very carefully. He doesn't notice that I enter so I decide that it would be fun to sneak up on him. I tiptoe across the room until I am directly behind him and I slap my hands down onto his shoulders and say" Hey dad! Whatcha reading," in a loud voice which ultimately makes him jump.