Luna's War & Love

Allison POV We sat at the point, cherry oak dining table finishing our meal. My brother Hunter and I sat next to each other and our parents across the table. The long dining table was placed by the 5 long, rectangular windows that were next to each other. It was easy to see the sun setting, and was it gorgeous. "Hunter, soon it will be time for you to take my place at Alpha. I'd like to retire a little easier to take your mother traveling," my dad said as he finished the last meatball from his plate. He was always a sucker for pasta. I glanced as Hunter, his big smile plastered on his dorky face. I guess I would think he's dorky because he's my brother, but still. "I am ready to take the reins father. Just say the words and I will do my best best to make you and mother happy," Hunter said. Dad raised his glass of wine up in the air as a signal for all of us to toast. "Don't mind if I do!" I shouted and leaned forward to reach for the red wine bottle. I felt a smack on my hand. I rolled my eyes hard, "No, Missy... You have your glass of water, Miss Underage." They all laughed, ha ha ha, so funny. We raised our glasses. "A toast to the Harts. May Hunter be victorious soon when he becomes alpha, may my beautiful mate and mother of my children be happy always and may Allison be patient to drink." We cheers and giggled, stood up and walked into the next room. Mother and I were fighting over the vinyl player. "Ally it's my turn!" my mother laughed her contagious laugh and pushed me with her hips, knocking me away from the player. I'm not sure why we always raced each other after dinner to play music in the entertaining room. We were both obsessed with the classics, Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin. Both old souls at heart. "Fine mother, you win." I said as if I wasn't excited to hear Dean Martin. She played 'That's Amore'. Funny lady, playing an Italian singer as we just had pasta for dinner. Mother and I danced in our flowy summer dresses. My father and brother sat chatting about business as usual. I saw father eyeing mother, looking to cut in so I smiled and stepped away. My father is Alpha Daniel Stevens Hart, one of the most romantic gentlemen I've ever known. My mother, Luna Sarah Victory Hart, one of the most romantic women I've ever known. Together they were the cheesiest and happiest couple I've ever seen in my life. I watched my mother dance with an air figure, swaying around and smiling as the next song slowed down. She is my idol. She is the sweetest most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I'm definitely not saying that because she's my mother. She is 5'7 perfect hourglass figure, blue eyes with long wavy brown hair. Wearing a real, sunflower sundress. My father rudely cut in the air figure guy and they both danced around. So in love. They are a sight to see. My father is a real tall guy at 6'5, blonde hair and green eyes. Wearing navy blue dress slacks and a white polo. He was fit. Hunter and him always trained. He said an alpha's appearance is the face of the pack. Glad I'm just the daughter, I didn't need to train as much. Unless my brother dragged me out of bed when he was in one of those excited moods. My parents were madly in love They've been together for about 20 years. It wasn't long after they married that they had Hunter, my older brother. I came in 3 years after. I am 17 but I'll be 18 next week. I wonder if I'll find my mate young like mom. To have a best friend there with you at all times. Cute! "Daniel Stevens, oh how ever do you stay in tip top shape to keep up with my dancing?!" my mother laughed and kissed him. He spun her around, dipped her and leaned into her and said "It's the secret of love my amore!" "Get a room," Hunter said sarcastically. That boy and his hair. I wish he let me cut it or at least trim it. He's is a 20 year old big slug at 6'3, with my father's green eyes, and my mother's dark wavy hair. He was a gym rat when he had any minute free to himself. I'd hate when I would have to scarf down a donut for breakfast before he knocked it out my hands. I envied my family's height. I was this short stuff. 5'3. How did I miss the family height tree? My brother would tell me it was because I was adopted. Jerk face. But I had my mother's blue eyes and my father's blonde hair. I also missed the wavy hair gene train. It's why I also want to play with my brother's hair. Wishing it was mine! While my parents danced I was daydreaming when I would find my own mate. My mother said they always come when you least expect it. Such a cliche thing to say. My daydream broke short when I heard shatters and unusual noises. "Darling, do you hear that?" Mother ran to the window and we followed. We saw our defending security at war with wolves. We all rushed to the window to see what the commotion was about. Our pack was under attack! The warrior outfits were those of the Midnight Pack! My father told my mother and I to grab the children that lives in the pack house and escape into the hideout beneath the mansion. My father's eyes went dark as communicating with someone and said something to my brother, that I couldn't catch. My brother ran behind my father. They shifted quickly and ran outside. Gone without a chance for me to ask or say anything. I was starting to panic. Little did I know, that would be the last time I saw my father.