Feeling awkward at the pervasive and weighty silence in the room, the Luna sat, jostling her hips around and causing the small black rolling chair to slowly dance across the tiled floor. Before she could wiggle too far from Isolde's bed, she gripped the railing and roughly yanked herself back with a giggle. "Sorry," she offered with an amused grin as she rammed into the bedside.
Isolde's voice was still raspy and dry, as though a desert resided upon the surface of her tongue. But she was sitting up in bed, still pale though with something lingering beneath that suggested she had turned an important corner. She drew in a deep breath, coughed, clutched at her chest and then sighed. "It's perfectly okay, Luna. Thank you for spending your perilously small amount of free time in my depressing presence."
Ophelia raised an eyebrow and ogled the other she-wolf curiously for a long minute. "Why do you talk like you're from the 1500s — you know, like the time of the Civil War?"
The white-haired girl looked a bit dumbfounded. "Excuse me?"
The Luna shrugged her shoulders as though it took dramatic effort to explain herself. "You talk like you're really old and very proper," she stated, rolling her eyes. "Why do you do that? Isn't your mate Vinny?"
Isolde seemed to sit up a bit straighter at the mention of her mate. "Yes, why for?"
"See, you're doing it," Ophelia waved a finger accusingly. She shook her head in disgust but seemingly forgot this emotion quickly. "Vinny is nice," she continued with a smile. "I met him yesterday."
"He is a good wolf," Isolde mused, though her expression remained stolid. "He is a smart young man and a good confidante, and I believe that he is destined for great things in this life."
The Luna wrinkled her nose at this. "Whatever that means, yeah. He was training with the Beta and neither of them had shirts on. It was nice to watch," she giggled like a schoolgirl.
Isolde moved around slowly, repositioning herself so that her frail legs hung off the bedside and she was able to gaze straight into Ophelia's brown eyes. "Please tell me of the pack. I wish to know the most present gossip and goings-on, as I have been shunned from the grapevine of activity due to my present medical condition and my self-authored isolation from the people."
"Huh?" Ophelia sputtered, clueless.
"Gosssssss-ipppppp," Isolde pronounced each syllable slowly and deliberately.
"Oh," the Luna laughed and tossed her raven hair over her right shoulder. "Okay, well, what would you like to know? Like, umm, about the matings or the secretive stuff or about, like, umm, the Alpha?"
Isolde's gemstone eyes went wide but she bit her lip to staunch any hasty utterances. After a moment of thought, she broke a small smile. "The Alpha is such a lovely wolf. So respectful and kind, and so devastatingly handsome. You are truly blessed by the goddess to have him as your mate. How is he?"
"He's lame," Ophelia snorted. "He has all these rules and he's boring." She paused to consider this and then shrugged. "I mean, I guess he's not ugly and I do enjoy his cock; he has a nice cock."
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White Lightning
Werewolf[Ongoing Serial Novel][Werewolf] [MIW] In our world, for every female pup born there were five very eager and wanton males waiting for her to turn of age. Some packs considered their females to be ripe at sixteen, but my great-grandfather had establ...
