A White Moon

I'm Complete

Dora is, of course, right. The day before the Luna ceremony I got the closest to my real color that we would be able to get.

When we walk outside the sun was shining. It feels warm. Life feels good and I smile. I smile because my sister is happy. I smile because everyone is so nice. I smile because I realize I’m happy.

We walk up to the packhouse, everyone that meet us smiles. When we get inside Logan comes down the stairs. It takes him two seconds to register my look then he runs up to me, lifts me and spin me in the air, when he puts me down I realise that I’m laughing.

“What’s up little sis.” he says while he, too, is smiling like a lunatic. He throws his one arm over my shoulders and the other one around Dora’s waist while he plants a kiss on her forehead. It’s not a question but I feel like answering it anyway.

“I am happy.”

“I’m happy to hear-”

We’re interrupted by angry yelling from upstairs. “Get MOVIIIIING!!!”

We freeze while Aaron comes running downstairs with his mate Maureen in his arms, bridal style. John’s mate, the Gamma female, Laura comes running after him with a bag.

“GET ME TO THE HOSPITA -AAAAAH!!!” Maureen yell.

We barely got out of the way before they are running past us.

“I thought she wasn’t due for another week.” Makela state.

“I better go check on him- her- ehm… them.” Logan states. Aaron and John are Logans best friends, they’ve grown up together. Maureen grew up here in the Red Moon Pack, though as a warrior’s daughter. Laura is a Gamma’s daughter from another pack north of Red Moon.

Not that the Moon Goddess cared about mating “different classes”. She saw strength even when others didn’t.

Omega and Beta could be paired, or Gamma and Betas. A Gammas’ daughter and a Beta. An Alphas’ daughter could be paired with anyone.

The only combination the Moon Goddess mother seldom paired was an Alpha male with and Omega female. Omega females’ bodies was not the most compatible to handle Alpha babies, which were usually born between eleven to fourteen pounds, and it could be dangerous. It happened, though not a lot. The omega mother had a high probability to die.

“Go.” We all answer. He leaves us to follow his friends. Dora, Makela and I make our way up to Dora’s dressing room.

Her Luna dress has been ready for over a week and the more we look at it the more perfect it becomes. It’s light blue with a high slit over the left thigh, formfitting and has an open back. The most amazing part is that they had one like hers made for me!

The cleavage is not as deep, because I have no boobs to fill with. My dress is a bit looser in the fitting and the back is not as open as hers. Coloring and fabric are the exact same.

I cannot wait for tomorrow when I get to wear it alongside with my sister! Logan proposed that Dora and I walk together to the front, as I will become an official pack member after Dora’s Luna ceremony.

“Dear Moon Goddess.” Makela says. “They both are really gorgeous.”

Before I knew it was dinner. Logan sat at his place at the end, Dora to his right and John to his left since Aaron and Maureen were having a baby.

I sit beside Dora and beside me Makela and her mate, the former Alpha, Robert.

The food on Dora’s plate was going down painfully slow. I put my elbow gently in her side.

“You’re not nervous are you?”

“No, what makes you think that? I’m just going to be Luna…” she states sarcastically. “to about six hundred wolves.”

She push her plate forward and lay over her arms.

“Now-now.” I pat my hand over her back “Don’t be dramatic. Makela and I will be here for you.”

I smile at one of my role models on my other side. She smile back.

“You know. I like the new you.” Dora says as she sits back up. “You’re so much more confident. It’s really inspiring.”

I smirk and narrow my eyes at her “Guess who taught me most of what I know.”

“Yeah-yeah…” she say and start eating again. I guess this is success. Everyone smile at me so I beam back.

The doors fly open and Aaron burst in “HE’S HERE! MY BOY IS HERE! I’M A DAD!”

Everyone present flies up and start cheering and congratulate Aaron. Aaron’s mom dash out of the room towards the pack hospital to see her first grandbaby. Dora and I decide that we are finished with our dinner and we also go to the pack hospital to see Maureen and the baby.

Maureen lays on the hospital bed and Dora walks over to her and gives her a light hug.

“Congratulation’s mama. I’m hoping to join you in the momma club soon.”

“I welcome all to my club, Luna. It is so worth it.”

“I’m not your Luna quite yet.” she say and put her forehead against Maureen’s forehead.

“Thank you, but you are my Luna. I have so much respect for you.” Maureen answer.

I go to look at the boy in Aaron’s mom’s arms, he is still pinkish and wrinkly, but very cute. A blond mop of hair on his little head. Tiny-tiny fingers. Everything about him is small.

We stay for ten more minutes and when we leave, Aaron has his arm around Logans shoulders and drags him along to present his son to him. Dora gets a couple of kisses and we go upstairs to go to their room.

When we get up the stair the two doors in front of the stairs remind me that is were Dora’s and Logan’s offices were. Just like John explained theirs are, one floor down.

Dora’s office is much more feminine than Logans, Makela helped Dora with the furnishing over the last weeks before it would officially become Dora’s. Unofficially she have already had seven meetings in there.

A picture, that used to be on her Dora’s nightstand back “home”, of our mother laughing with me and Dora in her arms was enlarged, printed, and already hanging in the office.

I had been in their bedroom a few times. It is a lot bigger than mine, but it is the master bedroom on the floor. The colors are earthy, a lot of wood, although it is modern. Their bed is double as big as mine is, now there are beddings in black and green. On Dora’s nightstand stands mothers’ jewelry tree that father had made for their first anniversary.

“Is it okay if I call it a night Elle? I’m pretty tired.” Dora say with a guilty face.

“Of course it is. You have been at it for weeks. When you’ve not been caring for me, redecorating, coordinating, planning, adjusting, being with your mate you’ve been getting to know everyone and everything around you. I’m surprised you even feel the need to ask.”

I would'nt be surprised if she would come within the next week or two and tell us that they are expecting. Dora have been wanting kids since forever.

She smile, we hug, say our good nights and I go into my room. I grab my computer and go out on my OWN freaking balcony. There I sit for a while and google about babies and what signs there are, Dora gets eighty percent of the signs. Most of them can be from all the changes around but I had my suspicions and pretty good hunches.

When I hear a knock on the door I go in again and close the balcony door. Outside my door is Logan and John. “Everything alright you guys?”

“Yeah we just wanted to check upon you since we both were in my office.” Logan say.

“I’m fine. Goodnight.” They get a hug each, before I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and crawl under my quilt in my princess soft bed.

The next morning passes so fast that I barley remember what I did. When the clock struck ten Dora is kidnapped by Makela and I get strict orders that I’m to be showered and my hair is to be washed no later than 4 p.m.

I do as I am told and relax before Makela comes to get me to get my hair fixed. They leave my newly white hair down in soft waves and two butterfly pins to keep it out of my eyes under the evening.

When I’m ready and all dressed up at 5.30, I get the chance to see my sister for the first time since breakfast. “Oh. Dear. Moon. Goddess.”

She looks, absolutely, gorgeous! Her long black hair is curled and done in a complicated braid with a lot of pins, the pearly beads shines, the dress is flawless and hugs all her curves.

The make-up is light but highlights every aspect of her face. She looks perfect, in a lack of a better word. Except for the fact that her eyes are crying. “Elle. You look amazing.”

“Have you seen yourself?!” I exclaim. I can’t believe her! How is she even comparing us right now?!

Makela comes in and puts an end to our not even close to-a-sister-argument. Dora and I never fight. We agree to disagree if it ever happens. “It’s showtime ladies.”

Makela rocks a formfitting maxi burgundy dress with long lace sleeves.

Dora is beyond repair now. Her mouth is wide open and she gawk. “Oh my goddess. How is it possible that you only gave birth to two kids Makela!? You look like a freaking goddess. Robert should get an award for keeping his hands and d**k of off you!” Dora exclaim. That makes me gawk and Makela laugh.

We take the elevator down and when we walk out of it Makela stops us by one of the photographers to take a couple of pictures of us and with us. We take a few goofball pictures too.

“Oh. This makes me miss my Olivia so much.”

It is then the realization hits and I can’t stop the gasp that slips out. “Makela. You’re not wearing anything white tonight!”

“No. I’m complete now with my two new daughters. Olivia wouldn’t want me to forget her, and I never will, she was a wonderful part of my life for fifteen years, she was my first baby and she gave her life to save my second baby. But she wouldn’t want me to not live life to its fullest either. It would be a disgrace to her memory.”

Dora and I look at each other before we go in for a big hug as Dora whispers.

“We’re honored. Thank you for everything Makela.”