It looked as if she was glowing, then the force shot off her like a rocket. The tree she aimed at was propelled up into the air in several pieces. I laughed, “You are electric? That’s awesome! You can shoot volts of electricity. My brothers would have call you Pikachu.”
I rambled, “They were into Pokémon for several years. Former Beta Dylan Frost insisted all the Beta families play so they knew what Fairies were which Pokémon.” The wolf snorted. I asked, “Can you do other things?” The wolf nodded.
I pressed, “Can you show me?” The wolf shook her head yes and no. I surmised, “You can show me but not now.” The wolf nuzzled my face. I confided, “You’re very beautiful. I’ll be sure to spread that around in the legend. I don’t know if I can really tell people I’m dreaming about a white wolf though. I’ve got a lot going on…..and I’m freaky enough. Silver and Wolfsbane don’t hurt me. People find it odd.”
The wolf smiled at me again and disappeared right before my eyes. I yelled, “If that’s another power… that’s ridiculously cool and your legend does NOT do you any justice.” I heard a snickering sound and tried to track it down, but I couldn’t. I had just laid down on the grass when Oden came bounding back.
I asked, “Where did you go?” He took off. I shouted, “Oden, wait up!” I followed him back to where I started out. He ran across the creek. I tried to follow him, but the water felt so nice. I found myself laying back down in it.
I woke up with a start as my eyes darted around. Xander was next to me, mumbling in his sleep. I smiled like the love struck woman I was, because that was adorable. I quickly got up and grabbed his sweatshirt.
I was almost to the door when he muttered, “Trevor McCann is a dead motherfucker.” I turned and gaped, then smacked myself in the head. Of course he knew his name. He’d never said it in our emails… but of course he knew about Trevor.
I felt a strong sense of satisfaction from his statement. I’d always hoped Xander would not let what Trevor had done stand. He didn’t even know the half of it, and he wanted to kill him. It wasn’t really surprising because he was an Alpha. Even if he decided he didn’t want me, he’d be driven to kill Trevor.
I tiptoed downstairs as the warmth of his words filled me. I went outside and danced for thirty minutes before I sat down by the water. I spoke to the sky, “I’m really happy. I’m really happy here with my Xander. So, you traitorous Moon Goddess… if you could back the whole way off and not mess this up for me… I’d be grateful. It’s the LEAST you could do for me. I like the white wolf better than you are anyway. I’m happy here so just leave us be.”
I walked back inside and held the collar of Alexander’s hoodie to my nose. I couldn’t keep a smile off my face. I found all the ingredients to make my dessert breakfast menu. I didn’t make these foods often. I’d done them the night before my sixteenth birthday for everyone, and our first Resistance mission. We needed a celebration afterwards.
After I mixed everything together and put them in the oven, I felt the desire to make more. I decided to do a triple batch knowing Sierra would want a whole pan to herself. I got everything back out and made more.
Then I decided to do an egg muffin too. I made scrambled eggs, with little bits of bacon, and sausage in a muffin form. I quickly put those in the second oven. Then I decided I hadn’t made crepes in forever. Xander liked crepes… once upon a time… according to Jason.
I hummed to myself as I made everything. I startled when I realized I hadn’t had any coffee yet. I quickly put on a pot and drank a cup. I got some ready to go for Phil and Sierra. Xander walked into the kitchen first. I couldn’t stop my smile. Freya hummed sleepily in my head.
I just wanted my life to stay this way. Sierra walked in and screamed about the muffins. My friends claimed they were the most amazing muffins. They’d begged me to make them again, but you just had to be in the right mood to make these. Sierra took them all, but I’d anticipated that.
Freya was laughing in my head while Sierra went on about shrines. She sounded more alert than she had a second ago. I greeted my wolf teasingly, “Good morning, sleepy head.” Freya just kept snickering. I nearly fell over when Sierra mentioned the pack’s skills in bed.
She linked me, “Your Xander must be the god you imagined him to be in bed.” I replied, “I mean he is... but I made the muffins because he made me happy. Not because I’ve had countless orgasms at this point.”
I was excited about the snowboarding plans because I’d always wanted to learn. I couldn’t believe I’d be learning with Xander. Phil and Xander praised my muffins… and my cooking in general. Phil said that he wouldn't let Alexander mess things up because he wanted my muffins forever. He said he’d told the pack about them.
I jolted hearing someone stole the muffins when I made them. Sierra linked, “You were drunk after the first mission. They did steal them the few times you made them though.” Rude! Very rude. When I realized he’d snapped everything clean I nearly jumped him. WHOA! Down self… down. It’s breakfast time. Freya purred, “I could get on board with the jumping him plan.”
Sierra added, “I’m sure they sold them the muffins to get them to leave but we told you these muffins are that good. Their pack will love you and your cooking.” I replied, “Unless they have friends in Red Run… then they will not even kind of like me.” Sierra rolled her eyes before saying, “That wasn’t your fault, and anyone who DARES say so will get put on the ground.”
I believed her because she and Addison did that in Black Path ever since I turned eighteen. They were confident in their skills, and fighting, since I’d trained them. Much to the annoyance of both their fathers. I jolted when Xander said I was the Luna, not the cook.
Sierra snorted and linked me, “Oh please. You’re already an Alpha, Luna, AND Female Lead Warrior to the pack and your Warriors. Elena would love to be the Luna of our pack, but Edward barely lets her. So, I need you to NOT panic about something you knew, since you’ve ALWAYS known you were his mate. Which means you always knew you were a Luna.” That was technically true.
I was about to reply when she shrieked over Phil’s comments. “What? Is my mate serious? That’s what it’s like where you came from? The Alpha doesn’t disappoint the pack?! Or feels bad if he does?” I answered, “Yes.” She was shocked.
The truth was, Xander and Phil had NO idea just how damn different it really was in the forgotten packs. I couldn’t help but smile when Phil joked with me. He had that teasing quality I missed from my brothers... I nearly faltered when the word brother entered my mine.
It hit me all over again, Tristan was gone. Sierra linked, “Don’t go there. Stay in the here and now.” I could try. Phil was still teasing me. I told Sierra, “You will always be one of my best friends. You, me, Addison, Paige, Avery, and Valentina always and forever best friends. We are forged in fire, Si. Nothing will break the bond we share.” Sierra smiled at me.
Freya purred, “I like our Beta Female. She made mate jealous.” I asked, “Huh? What? How?” I glanced at Xander. Freya explained, “The competition in the best guy friend department comment.” That was silly. There was no competition. Not really.
Caine and Dax were more like brothers than friends. Hendrick and Mason were like my uncle’s. Phil could be my best guy friend. He came with the added bonus of not wanting to get in my pants. He hadn’t even so much as leered at me once. It might be a record for a straight guy….outside of Buck.
After we finished eating, I ran upstairs to change. I quickly grabbed the red snow outfit Sierra had me get. It was mostly red with black accents. I ran to grab a black beanie, threw on some eyeshadow with my red lipstick, then ran back downstairs.
Freya snickered, “Mate’s adjusting his snow pants.” I blushed replying, “Freya!” Freya reasoned, “We are hot, and mate knows it. I like his reaction, and I know you do too.” I grumbled, “I don’t need to talk about it.” Freya just kept snickering.
Xander popped us to the slopes. He went to get the equipment and took us to a bunny slope. I sighed, trying not to let my disappointment show. Sierra linked me, “Oh just go down the bunny slope once so I don’t look as bad. I’m sure you could go up to a black slope right now and be fine. Take pity on your friend who does not pick up everything as easily as you do.”
I argued, “I don’t pick up everything easily. Making friends isn’t exactly my strong suit.” Sierra snorted, “Nor is common sense on occasion. It’s the problem with you smarty pants types. You’re so insanely smart, but not so much on the whole catching onto simple things.”
