His Luna

preface

I wake to the sound of music playing softly in the background. My covers fall off my naked body as I roll over to read my alarm clock. 4:01 am is what the time read. I felt a peaceful shiver run down my body, the kind of sensation that has been described to me for many years, by the elders. I got out of bed groggily. As soon as I am on my feet I heard my wolf awaken, "MATE!" she cried loudly. That was when I knew he was near, but where? Who is he?

I am not aware of anyone new on pack territory. Not that they would let me know if there was. My father is the leader of our pack, so they have me locked away from all forms of communication. They are afraid the other power hungry rulers will take me away, and use me to bear their cubs. Why you ask? My family is not like the others, we are special. My ancestor were amongst the first race of werewolves to have a white wolf as their Luna. A white wolf is known as one of the most powerful female wolves, she has the same power of the most powerful alphas. I am the last known to be in existence. That means I will give birth to the next white wolfed Luna. Knowing that makes me a special target.

I heard someone climbing the steps to my wing of the pack house. Who could it be? My wolf is on high alert, searching for a scent of her mate. I heard the footsteps drawing near to my door.

"Esther, honey there is someone special here to meet you. Can I come in," my mother asked just outside my door.

"Sure, mom. Just let me get dressed first"

I scrambled to find something comfy to put on. Just as I was putting my sweatshirt over my head, the door opened reviling my anxious mother.

"Esther, I said someone special. Put something nice on, comb your hair, get in the shower, and make yourself presentable," my loving mother said franticly.

What is with her? She has always been keen on the idea of all of us looking "presentable" but why? If my mate is this special person he should love no matter what clothing I have picked out. What is he like? Is he kind? Does he like nature? Will he be rude and closed off? Will he expect me to leave immediately?

"Are you even listening to me," my mother asked pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, mom. Just give me a minute to get ready and I will be down," I said dismissively.

"Hurry, honey. He is waiting," With that she left me to get dressed.