Being Luna

All alphas aren't the same

Dedication to ladyraider for answering both questions with very interesting answers :D have to say iam_Superman had a really cool idea though!! Thanks for commenting!

Picture attached is Eric in my mind anyway 😍

Loving some Ed Sheeran while writing this chapter <33 Don't has to be my favourite
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin, we'll be in between the sheets to the late AM
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Tell me would you turn down the man who asks for your hand, because your waiting for me.

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I peeked out the bathroom door to find Cole no where in sight. Breathing a sigh of relief I secured the towel around me and entered the room. I do not feel the need to partake in the #freethenipple campaign today. I took a moment to look around his room, it was really rather basic, a typical guys room. He had a king sized bed with white pillows and a white comforter, a dark blue throw was over the bottom. Three walls where white too but the one the bed was up against was painted a deep forest green that complemented the dark hardwood floor. There were bits of mahogany furniture scattered around the room and a brown leather sofa faced a large flat screen tv. On the ground there was hundreds of DVDs and computer games, I also spotted the new Xbox one and playstation 4, which I am totally going to embarrass all the guys in the house on! Mels brother Aaron and I always played together, I always won. I was practically invincible at warfare games when we played online too, but my personal favourite has to be racing games. I am a horrible driver in real life, like seriously don't get in a car with me unless your feeling suicidal but when I'm behind that controller no one can beat me!

I also happened to notice one minor detail that could cause problems, where in hades are my clothes?! I couldn't see my suitcases anywhere! I started by looking though some drawers, shutting some quicker than others, for example the one where he kept his boxers and briefs was closed with a snap in 0.5 seconds. Nothing to see there. I checked the wardrobe next but found only shirts and men's jackets. There was no where else in this room my stuff could be hidden. I even checked under the blooming bed for goodness sakes! All I found was dust, a lone trainer of Coles and a few really dirty socks, yuck.

Well that's that, my time here shall be spent in this towel. Like the Greek goddess I am. I scoffed loudly at my own thoughts, nope I need to find some somewhat proper clothes. I turned back to his drawers and gingerly opened his boxer drawer once again. I lifted out another black pair that appeared newer than the others and reassured myself they were washed. Next I pulled out a dark grey T-shirt that had a yellow and red local high school logo of a lion on the front. I suppose these will have to do until I find and kill Cole for not leaving my clothes in his room for me. I pulled on the boxers, forced to roll them several times so they wouldn't fall off my hips. For once I was happy that I didn't have the narrow hips like the girls I have envied most of my life. The T-shirt was large but smelt like Cole which both soothed my wolf but excited me.

I was forced to finger comb my thick, curly red hair unable to find a brush among his things. Not that I was being nosy or anything...just looking for a brush I swear! I made sure my hair covered the skin behind my right ear from every angle in the mirror, it's risky but my concealer was in my suitcases with all my other necessities. I am going to kill Cole. When I figured I looked as good as I was going to look without my own things I left the safety of his room. Closing the door behind me the click echoed down the long empty hallway. Well..this is creepy.

I started to amble aimlessly down the hall, trying to take in the layout as much as possible. My feet were cold on the dark hardwood floors I desperately wanted to go back for socks, but pressed on. There were paintings of wolves looking regal or in different scenes of bloody battles lining the dark blood red walls, which both intrigued and grossed me out a little. I'm not great with blood lets just say. Weird, considering I'm a wolf and everything, I know. I stopped when I spotted an oil painting of a huge black wolf facing four normal sized brown and red ones, the black wolf was terrifying as the ground around him cracked beneath his paws. On his head there was a white 'x', gifted. I stared at the image for a while unable to draw my eyes away from the giant wolf before I finally continued on my way. I turned right and found myself at a landing with the stairs at the other side.