His Luna

RANDA'S POV We make our last turn to the Chapel in a carriage. The loud howlings of the wolves that pull the carriage do not bother me anymore. The moon is in its full view. Beautiful. Looking down at me. Her bright light filters through the curtains and kisses my face. My stomach churns, in delight, anxiety and fear, as I hear the Chapel bells ringing from a distance. Deliah's soft hands reach out for mine. Our hands clapsed together and she shares me a smile. There is something sinister about it, but then it's Deliah. She's always with the sinister look. I smile back as she squuezes my hand tightly. I take it for reassurance. Our carriage has gotten to the Chapel and makes to pass to the special quarters that I'll be let in through. I push the curtain aside, and there's Wolver, standing at the mouth of church. In her graciousness, the moon's light shines brightly on his face. He has seen me too, and as our eyes meet and lock, he breaks into a soft smile. The same smile that turned me to mush about 3 years ago. His blue, bright eyes hold the same twinkle and joy that are in mine. Or maybe, they're reflecting mine. He looks good in his turquoise suit. He hates it but he has worn it regardless, for me, for us. For our wedding. I mouth a "hi" to him as the carriage pulls away from him, I draw back my curtain to shield my face from the crowd that is filed out by the sidewalk. The carriage pulls to a halt in front of the tunnelway, where I'll be lead to a chamber for my final initiation before the wedding. The door of the carriage is pulled open from the outside, and Marcella, my personal handmaid stands at the door, she holds out her hand to aid me climb out of the carriage. Deliah follows closely behind me. I smile gratefully at the wolves that have been my ride to the Chapel. Recila, the head chaplain approaches me and offers to lead me to the initiation chamber through the tunnelway. The moon's light doesn't make it through through this tunnel. However, the tunnel is perfectly lit by fire torches. Wolf skulls and wooden crosses are hung against the wall in strategic positions, clearly to draw attention. Wolf guards are mounted closely for security purposes. I can feel their eyes bite into my back as I walk through. It isn't their fault. I, personally, would do same, out of curiosity. At the end of the tunnel, we burst out into a hallway. I run out of breath as I stare at the magnificent pillars and statues that hold the chapel that I walk in. Recila hears my gasp, and turns to me with a smile. "I know!", she smiles, running her hands along the curved sides of a pillar we walk past. I nod, approvingly, of her reply, my eyes still fixated fixated on the moulded wonders that pose around me. "This Chapel has been standing for over a hundred years", Recila states. I nod, again, turning to her for a brief smile. "Hopefully, you'll be here often", she says, before walking hurriedly before me. She stops and pushes open a gigantic door. She She gestures for me to follow her in. The room is large. By standards, large is too small a word to be used as description for the room I stand in. My entire house would be equated to the size of this room. On its ceilings are paintings of past Lunas, whose initiation happened in this room. I smile at the empty spaces that are left on the ceiling, hoping that one day, my face goes up there. The walls are an immaculate white with wolf fur hanging against the walls. "These furs are taken out of the deceased lunas, they signify their presence and consent to this ritual", Recila explains. "This is the final rite you'll have to go through, especially you" "Has there been any luna who didn't go through this?", I ask, my attention now drawn to the only bath that sits in the room. "Yes. Actually, there are a few. Those purely born as wolves, unlike you...", she says. I suck my cheeks in embarrassment, wishing she hadn't included the last part. "I didn't mean it like that", she says, pulling the veil that threatens to fall over her hair. "Right", I reply, curtly. "How is this ritual done?", I ask, dodging the awkwardness that approaches us. She jumps excitedly at the question, " you'll be placed in that bath, and the your alpha gets to mark you again there. It's a permanent type of thing, he claims you the first day he marks, and needs to etch in permanently the day he marries you", she explains. My cheeks flush as memories of my first carnal night with Wolver floods my mind. "It'll start at midnight, when the moon sits at over the roof of the Chapel and the wedding starts right after ritual, you can't be here untill then. I'll send someone to show you to where you'll wait. She says, before walking out, shutting the door behind her, carefully. I let out a sigh. Exhaustion, or maybe anxiety. The door opens almost immediately and a slender lady walks in, I step backwards as she approaches me. I notice the lapel that is pinned to the sleeve her dress. A lapel only Chapel Chapel attendants wear. My stiffened posture relaxes as calm fills me. She holds out a cup to me, " the chaplain says you should have this as you wait for midnight", the girl says. I accept the cup from her and offer a smile in return. Looking into the cup, hot steam rises and kisses my face. My nose inhale the smell of green tea, obviously coming from the cup. My favourite type of tea. With my my fingers wrapped around the handle of the cup, I lift the cup to my lips and and swallow a satisfying amount, savouring its sweetness. "This way", the girl offers as she leads me to a room. We walk to the end of the hall and I go into the room she points me to. She waits by the door and closes it behind me. I walk into this room that looks exactly like one's bedroom. I set the cup of tea on a table in the room, reaching to massage my temples that have so suddenly begun to ache. I walk towards the bed I find, to settle on, deciding that I need a rest before midnight and hope that the dizziness and blurriness will go away once I wake up. My eyes close to sleep the second my head touches the pillow. I'm woken by rough hands that rub my thighs, my mind goes to Wolver, but I know there aren't his, for he has the smoothest hands I have ever felt. I try to raise my head to take a look at this person, but in the darkness, the hand slaps my face to the bed, sealing my mouth as tightly as it can. "Don't fight it, gorgeous ", the owner of these hands say.