Café Luna

6

Alright let's chat guys...you see that picture? You know the one right above? Notice how the eyes are a little...unusual? Yeah, sorry about that. LOL, I tried to do some photo editing and that was the result. So, I imagine Taylor to look like Reed, but please feel free to imagine him as whoever you want. Anyhoo, let's get back to the story. (I'm really sorry that it's been such a long time since the last update. I've been getting ready for school and some other things happened. I hope this chapter makes up for it.) -Kat

Hailey's POV***

I stare down at the napkin resting in my lap, every now and then taking a peek through some strands of my hair. I squirm uncomfortably feeling the heavy gazes centered on me. Dylan was seated to my left and he too moved around unsteadily. On my right sat Trevor, he was happily eating his dinner rather sloppily. Every now and then a splash of tomato sauce would smear onto his face.

Across from us were my parents and Trevor's friend Mason. I watch silently as he takes a stab at the meatball. I watch intently as he eats the meatball, studying the precise movement of his jaw as he chews before tracking the movement down his throat when he swallows. I watch him for several more minutes before he clears his throat.

The sound causes me to move my gaze up meeting his molten chocolate irises. I watch too compelled as his pupils dilate, growing larger. The sudden sound of a glass clanking back to the table draws my attention away from him,  "This is nerve-racking." Oh, you think? I internally roll my eyes while picking up my own fork. Maybe you shouldn't have gotten caught...

It was only an hour ago, Dylan and I were at the pack house watching the children play. I reflect back still speechless at what happened...

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Dylan and I watch the tiny children devour their desserts in quick succession, before running back to their game. I stood there on the perfectly cut grass not exactly knowing what we were going to do. The Delta in me wanted to take a team and start tracking the other Rogues, but I knew better. This would need to take careful analysis of the new information we've just learned. If the Rogues were going to use the children of our pack and train them to be warriors in their army, we'd really need to take a break, sit back, and re-look at the problem.

I watch the children run around the yard while my thoughts race through my head. Training. Dylan and I could start teaching the children self-defense or even start them up with the fighting lessons our dad used for us. You can't do anything while your arm is still hurt. That's true, but these kids genuinely need to know how to defend themselves Berry.

I kneel down, sitting back on my heels glancing down at the palm of my left hand angrily. Never in my life have I wanted to do something so badly. My fingers close tightly forming a fist. My arm won't be fully healed for another week or two. Maybe at the next pack meeting, Dylan and I could voice our worries.

An orange creamy cupcake blocks my field of vision as Dylan holds it in front of me. "Stop thinking so hard. Your nose is doing that thing when your worried or upset. You resemble a pig." I grab the cupcake and start licking the frosting ignoring his rude comment.

My nose always scrunches up when I'm thinking hard about something. I allow the tangy taste of the frosting to take over my senses as I close my eyes relishing in it. An unsteady sigh leaves my lips, "Dylan, I don't know what to do. We will be ascending in a couple years and with this threat, our pack grows weaker every day. Not just from the loss of our pups, but our morale overall. If things keep playing out the way they are, our pack could divide into a civil war. Our packmates turning against each other in anger and accusation."