THE BLACK LUNA

Auroras POV You're alright, sweetheart." Tears were streaming down my face as sam gave me a soothing back rub. "You are flawless; you are neither ugly nor strange. Your cuteness intimidates the other pack kids, who are all simply stuck-up brats." I responded with a whimper, nestling into his wide shoulder as he took my eight-year-old self within. He seated me at the tiny kitchen table and pointed out that the kitchen was directly accessible from the front door. "Would my princess like a cup of hot cocoa?" I nodded silently, but not before sam began removing the contents. "Now don't worry about the pack, I'll speak to the alpha to get them to stop." "No!" On the rare occasions when I would speak, I sobbed. With a sorrowful expression, Sam halted and gazed down at me, saying, "Aurora darling, you have to do something in order for this to stop." I let my chocolate locks fall into my face as I sit on my hands and glance down at the table. Tears prickled in my beautiful hazel eyes. Before I knew it, a teal mug with a brown bear pattern and a warm brown smile was set before me. design, its warm brown liquid within, grinning at me. With a sniffle, I released my grip on the mug and used my other hand to wipe my nose. After a while, I managed to release my other hand and started drinking. Boras had sat in front of me, and I noticed that he had a pleasant glanced with tired grey eyes at my carer. Now that he is getting close to 100 years old, he appears to be very fatigued. Even his normally glossy black hair has become drab and almost grey. "I added your medicine to the cocoa, did you notice it?" After I finished the cup, sam asked. I smiled brightly and shook my head. He is aware of my dislike for the harsh flavour of my medication. "Good, though I had to add a lot more chocolate than usual to mask it." I grinned more as I slid out of my chair and moved carefully to give sams a hug. Placing me on his lap, he moved me from under my arms so I could wrap my tiny arms encircling his sensitive neck. Princess, you are so precious." A sorrowful smile filled sam's eyes as he said, "Always remember your worth." "Am I?" A silent inquiry crossed my mind: "No one seems to act like that." "You are to me, and when you grow older your mate will treat you like the queen you are suppose to be." With a smile, he gave me a reassuring squeeze. "But you already treat me like a princess," I squeeze in return, savouring every moment spent with my one true friend. I understand, but I won't always be around. Sooner or later, I shall leave you. I instantly felt really gloomy. "Y-you cannot leave me. "No one else will care for me." I cried, and tears stained his grey shirt as I held to him tighter. "I know I know." He simply massaged my back, saying nothing else. He can't let me