Love Triangle Of The Outcast Luna

Chapter 4

What I have done to deserve this curse, I cannot fathom. If I did nothing wrong, then why would the moon goddess condemn me in this way?

How is she doing, dad? Bianca inquired.

What makes her care about Sofia is beyond me, Bianca. She's still a kid at heart and can't possibly understand the basics of adulthood.

"She ought to, but what difference would that make? Shouldn't she be better off dead? I said, muttering.

"I'd go with her now, Beta Thomas," Mama Jane says as she makes her way through the mob.

A muffled "Oh" came back from me.

Everyone calls her Mama Jane. She's always been a reliable member of my team, and I'm glad to have her on board.

Her grandparents worked alongside my grandparents, and her parents did as well. Although I can't put my finger on it, I imagine this way of life has been around for quite some time.

The thing is that we trusted her enough to entrust Sofia to her care, as much as we hated to acknowledge it. I feel obligated to add that Mama Jane used to be the ideal candidate for this position.

She passed out, but I'm sure it was just a normal episode for her, Mama Jane, and she'll be OK. Bianca inquired.

"Wait, I thought she just moved," I remarked.

She was slowly moving her fingers and legs, and I could see it. Then, as she tried to open her eyes, she said something that couldn't be understood.

It's fantastic. Mama Jane moaned, "I'm so glad she's doing better, and she went to check on Sofia."

Sofia’S POV

I wasn't sure where I was and was hoping to feel someone reach out to me. After opening my eyes, I saw a group of people standing around me.

If they were indeed residents of the mansion, as I now suspect they are, then I must have passed out again.

My sister Bianca and her friend Samantha were there, and I tried to recall what might have happened to cause me to faint. I had tried to fight back at Samantha before passing out, hoping that I had given her a good enough thrashing to teach her a lesson.

"So, Bianca, fill me in on Sofia's whereabouts." Maybe I'd like to hear my dad ask that.

"Actually, father, she was serving a punishment for the practice of mother, and then she had wanted to combat Samantha prior to fainting," Bianca revealed.

What! Why wouldn't she reveal the whole tJane? Why wasn't she telling him how terrible she and Samantha had been to me before I made up my mind to take revenge?

I was satisfied enough with the knowledge that my pounding of Samantha was appreciated.

"She dared to challenge Samantha ?" I asked my dad.

My dad took the news with seeming astonishment. What did he think I was going to do—lose the whole thing, even to tiny Samantha ? He's slowly becoming amusing to me.

My father anxiously awaited the day he would get the news of my death from the hospital each day after I was born because no one thought I would live through the first year.

He always insisted that I was once a curse to him and that, unlike every other werewolf, I would never have a wolf of my own.

My wolf, like the wolves of my contemporaries, finally came out on the full moon of my sixteenth birthday, much to the dismay of my family and friends.

Even though it was already the most frail werewolf ever, the wolf's appearance only made things worse. When other wolves tried to approach her, she would shiver and squeak first, scaring them off.

Like everyone else, I once wished my inner wolf would just stay buried.

My dad has since told my mom that she made a mistake by weaning me so young. Then again, it wasn't like she needed his advice on the matter; she'd already convinced herself that my fading lip wouldn't enjoy the flavor of her breast milk, so she'd passed me over for the omegas.

But now, much to their horror, I will take a position and prove to them that I, too, am capable of advocating for myself.

At that moment, though, Bianca interrupted me and started talking again, so I decided to wait until she was done before getting to my feet.

"She did try," he said. She reached out for Samantha 's neck, but Samantha gave her a gentle push, and she went tumbling. When she tried to stand up again, however, she lost consciousness, as Bianca related.

What? Is that what transpired?

So I passed out from a regular push and never even managed to grab Samantha by the scruff of her neck? This has always been too much for me to take.

And I was pleased with myself for getting even with Samantha , even if I ended up looking like a complete moron.

I have decided to remain seated for the time being. I have to stay hidden for a few days, when hopefully everyone has forgotten about the event, because I simply cannot face any of the individuals in this immediate area.

A physical withdrawal from the situation is required. Again, I must faint until I am free of this place.

My mother used to say, "That's what she does best: making a fool of herself and bringing disrepute to this noble and prestigious family."

Softly, Mama Jane said, "Get up, Sofia."

Instead of responding to her, I stayed where I was. I had already made up my mind that I wouldn't be getting up while everyone else was still here. Instead of facing them right now, I wish the ground would just open up and swallow me.

"Get up," she said softly in my ear. "You realize I can't raise you."

While I appreciated her trying to help, I was no longer willing to risk further damaging my reputation.

But since I cannot grant her wish, I can't help but feel bad for her.

asking, "What is wrong with her?" It seemed to me that she had just opened her eyes, and my dad inquired if it was normal.

I would attribute that to the aftereffects of the shock she experienced. Again, it appears that she fainted," Mama Jane said.

She had lied on purpose because of who I was. This isn't the first time she's gone out of her way to be helpful like this, and I truly appreciate it.

My dad said with a hiss, "Let's get out of here."

I should have heard them walk away, no longer caring what became of me as they left one by one.

At least Mama Jane was here before me, and now they've promoted someone else to take care of her.

Mama Jane told her daughter, Mia, "Give me a hand, Mia; let's get her to her room" after everyone else had departed.

When I was younger, Mama Jane could have lifted me with ease, but now that she's getting on in years and her strength is waning, she needs help. I'm glad my friend Mia was here at one point to lend a hand.

"I think she'll be okay, mom." Mia begged, her voice shaking.

Mama Jane confidently affirmed, "Of course she is fine."

"Okay, mom, take a step back and let me carry her," Mia said.

"Are you sure you can do this on your own?" Mother Jane queried.

Since I was ten years old, I have been doing this nonstop, mom. Mia retorted that it wasn't as if Sofia had suddenly gained weight.

Mama Jane gave up the argument to Mia, who bent down and raised me with great care.

As she lifted me onto her shoulders, she reassured me, "I will be careful, Sofia, and please don't forget that I am always here for you on any occasion you need me."

Line by line, I murmured the words along with her. Those are the exact things she's said to me every time I've been in trouble.

For a long time, that affirmation was all I needed, and it still does a lot to calm my mind and heart.

There was nothing she could do, and more importantly, nothing she should do, to make my suffering go away. Who would risk my family's terrifying wrath? Not even Mia, and especially not now.