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Time was of the essence. With my due date in just one month, and the possibility of impending doom; our warriors had been training for longer hours. Cris has taken over my position as trainer so that I may focus on other matters. There were safe houses to be built, and we needed to fill them and find people to keep watch over them. There were two hundred members in this pack, sixty-eight were warriors (aged 16-59). Cali and I enlisted the assistance of a some of the pack mothers. All of the safe houses were built underground, with tunnels that connected and lead to the western border. Much of my time had been split between the incoming battle and the sudden pains I would get in my stomach. My little pup was so close to seeing the world, and my body was suffering the cost.
Names. Kade and I had been battling about names for our little girl, but could not agree on anything. We had asked our pack members take take a vote on five names; two names had tied. We were back to square one. All of these things were ran through my head, and more. I had intended to train, seeing that it had been three months since I had last trained, but Kade and Cali were having none of it. I was constantly attempting to distract myself so I did not worry about the horrible possibilities. This could all be gone. The life I had built, the people I had come to love; all gone.
I was interrupted in my thoughts by JoHanna, the third in command.
"Luna I have news. Beta Cris says that your training methods are making strength training easier. Also, Alpha Kade wishes to speak with you."
Thanking her, she led me to him. He was speaking to one of the messengers. Once they had finished their conversation, I walked over to him. Smiling, he hugged me and kissed my swollen stomach.
"My love, you can not stress yourself. You are stressed and do not deny it. Thank you for working so incredibly hard to help and protect this pack, but you are no use to anyone if you are exhausted and nervous. Please go lay down and rest, if not for you or me, for little DeNatalia."
"Her name is not DeNatalia; it is Mariana, and fine, I will go," I say in defeat.
Giving me a final kiss, Kade laughed and I headed over to the pack house. I closed the front door behind me, and entered the lounge. It is empty except for Baby Deena, who was sleeping in her floor cot. Smiling, I decided to lie down on the couch next to her. I had so many things racing through my head, it did not help me to sleep. I found myself finally drifting into a deep, restful sleep.
After what seemed like five minutes, I woke up. I checked the time on my phone, it was two pm. I could not believe I had slept for four hours. Sitting up, I looked down at Deena. She was also sitting up. She began to cry.
"It is going to be okay. I am here, your mum is somewhere close," I reassure her.
She began to laugh as I tickled her. Deena was beautiful. Her hair was blonde like her parents', and she was only three months. I picked her up gently, and carried her out the front door. After walking around for a few minutes I spotted Cris. He grinned at the sight of his daughter. He walked over and took her.
"Thank you Luna, I mean, Zoe. Hopefully you are well rested," he politely asks.
"About as well rested as I can be thank you," I reply with a smile.
Leaving them to their walk, I followed Kade's scent directly to him. He was looking away, with his back to me. I could sense that there was something wrong. He was tense and quiet; whenever he was quiet, he was angry or upset or just plain pissed. I was a few feet away, when Kade turned around to face me. His eyes were a deep black, and he had snapped his phone in two. I ran as fast as I could to him, and touched his arm. When he looked up, I could see his wolf on the verge of surfacing. He said one thing to me,
"Run."
Hello dear readers. This was fun to edit. Enjoy! Byeeee.
~muna_claud
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The Different Luna (Undergoing Reconstruction and Editing)
WerewolfZoe is one of the top warriors in her pack. She trains and manages to balance a life. At fifteen, never did she imagine falling for someone who she could not have been more perfectly matched for.