Finding the Orphaned Luna

Questions Answered

Hours later, they both sat at her kitchen table, empty coffee cups and snack plates in front of them. Connley had been both thorough and precise in answering her questions, and the more he talked, the more it made sense. Everytime he looked at her for more than a few seconds though, his eyes lost focus and his nostrils flared, and she would have sworn his scent got stronger.

It turns out her parents, and more than half of the pack’s adults, had been slaughtered by a rogue pack that had been disbanded about two decades ago. The Silverstreak pack, her parent’s pack and Conley’s, had been in such disarray that when CPS had come to take her to her foster family, they had been too late to save her. Turns out that most werewolf families like hers(because she was, indeed, a werewolf) lived mostly off grid at the packhouses. But her mother had been a professor at a local college, so when her parents had died she had been vulnerable to the meddling of the government. Conley’s parents, the previous Alpha and Luna, had sent many search parties over the years to try and locate the daughter of his Beta and best friend. His Luna, and Conley’s mom, had been one of the many wolves slaughtered. Conley had looked away when recounting this part of the tale, and she could almost feel his sadness and pain and anger.

Conley also told her many things about the basics of werewolf existence. How a pack functioned, that they could speak mind to mind to other members within the pack, and the pack structure. Alpha/Luna, Beta, Gamma, Delta were the ranking members of the pack, in that order. Another thing that she thought was interesting was that a werewolf’s wolf had a mind and personality of their own; probably why she had felt so out of it for the last few weeks. A werewolf gains their wolf at about 18 and it's usually anywhere from a few days to a few months before they are able to shift for the first time. Conley had looked her dead in the eyes when explaining the concept of mates. They were goddess chosen soul mates, and every wolf had one, maybe a second if the first didn't work out for whatever reason, and if you were lucky. These people would never stop being drawn to one other unless they either accepted or rejected the bond. Those that accepted often lived their entire lives with their made and were incredibly happy. Rejecting the bond was no small thing either, as it could drive insane or kill either party, especially if the bond was strong. One gained their mate at the same time they gained their wolf. A mate, once accepted, mated, and marked was forever.

She had a million more questions, and he patiently waded through each, carefully answering, comforting when the information became too much, and offering any extra information he thought she might appreciate. Once she felt, for the moment, her curiosity had been sated, she tentatively asked a halting, final question.

“Conley, would.. Would I be allowed to rejoin the pack now that you’ve found me? I’ve never had a home or a family and I don’t think I could live with this information all alone —” Somehow, Conley had pounced on her from across the table, and had somehow gently pinned her to the floor. His hand was raking through her black curls as he inhaled her scent. His lips were on hers in an instant, stealing her breath. They were shockingly soft, and she soon found herself lost in the feel of his hands, his mouth, his body.

Conley paused the kiss, just centimeters from her mouth.

“If you think, even for an instant,” he started, peppering kisses down her cheek, her chin, her neck, “that i will ever let you go again,” this time, he growled deep within his chest that had her dripping down her thighs again, “then you, my darling, are quite sorely mistaken,” he finished as his nibbled her lower lip and she gasped. He pulled away concerned he had taken it too far and pushed her boundaries.

Avery smirked at his concern and this time, she was not ready to stop. Not even remotely. She raked her teeth along his neck and he whimpered, panting like a dog. She felt his d**k get hard against her leg.

“Are you sure you want to do this?If we go any further I’m not sure i’ll be able to control myself. I’ve been looking for you for five years,” Conley panted into her neck, his hands starting to wander of their own accord.

“I’m absolutely sure, nothing has ever felt so right,” she responded, then pulled his ear to her mouth and whisper, “and I am absolutely f*****g desperate for your d**k inside me. Immediately.”