Chapter 2
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Myra’s POV
The scent hit me first. Intoxicating and beautiful. At the bottom of the stairs, I stopped and looked around,
“Wow”, I managed. Covering every surface were roses. White roses filled the counter tops. Yellow and pink surrounded the windowsills. Our table was filled with blood red roses. I heard pop chuckle and spun around to see him leaning against the fridge.
“You can say that again. That alpha of yours spared no expense”
“Alpha Warren did this?” I gasp, shocked.
“Well, yeah. Who else? "You know my retirement can’t cover this cost,” he chuckles again. “Be prepared Myra, there's more!” He opened the fridge and pulled out a covered plate with a piece of paper taped to the top.
“What's this?” I asked, taking it from him and setting it down on the table, so I could read the note.
“Alpha Warren sent us breakfast! "I had to put it in the fridge since you decided to play sleeping beauty this morning” Pops said happily
“Us?” I eyed him suspiciously.
“Yes! It seems Alpha Warren is trying to win my favor too. "Sorry, I couldn't wait for you, but it was delicious”, he patted his stomach.
I rolled my eyes and read the note:
Beautiful Myra,
Happy Birthday my love. Today is the day I officially make you Luna of Bloodstone Pack. Each flower is for every day I have admired you and your beauty. I cannot wait to have you stand beside me forever. Be prepared to be pampered with breakfasts and flowers from now on as is the life of a true luna.
Soon to be yours,
Alpha Warren
“Wow” I said again, breathless.
“I'm really losing my little girl!” I heard pop sob.
I looked up at him, startled, to see him in full-blown tears. I ran over and pull him into a hug.
“Aw Pop, you’ll never lose me. I’ll be right in the packhouse. You can always move back in!”
Pop moved away from the packhouse when he retired to a little log house in the woods.
“You know I like my quiet life out here” he said, patting my back clumsily, “Make sure you come visit me though from time to time when you aren't too busy being Luna”
“I'm never too busy for you pop” I said, pulling away and sitting down at the table to eat.
We sit in silence for a few minutes until I hear pop clear his throat, a sign he wants to talk about something, but doesn’t know how to start. I look up at him and see that his expression has changed to thoughtful.
“Pop?” I ask
“I was just wondering, well if you had...heard anything?” he says timidly.
I sigh. I’d been hopeful too, although we both knew it was unlikely I would hear my wolf today. Most pack members hear their wolf on their 17th birthday. While I can shift, and have never had a problem with strength, I have never had that inner voice most pack members talk about. Pop is the only one who knows. We decided to keep it a secret because we worried it might make me look weak and put a target on my back if anyone found out. Every year we hope will be the one I finally hear her.
“No”, I said. My voice came out angrier than I meant it.
Pop put his hand on my shoulder. “No matter.”
It was silent for a moment and Pop looked thoughtful.
He opened his mouth to say something else, but there was suddenly a loud knock on the door.
“Myra!” the head packhouse maid, Eliza, stepped in. “I’m here to take you to the packhouse to get you ready for the celebration.”
“Can’t i get ready here?” the nerves were eating at me again
“No, I’m sorry ma’am. Alphas orders. He feels you will be safer in the packhouse from now on.”
“Okay. "I’m coming.” I said with a last hug to pop.
He gave me a brilliant smile, "I love you pumpkin."
"Love you too, Pop"
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