My Alpha, His Luna

Historical Ties

    I stood up as straight as I could as a seamstress started taking my measurements. She looked up at me with an excited smile. “Yes, yes, yes! I know just the dress.”, she said as she ran to the back of the store. “Finally, this dress can see the light of day. It was supposed to be for my daughter but she doesn’t care for dresses, a beautiful masterpiece gone to waste!”, she yelled as she rummaged through her collection. Dr. Wells stood up beside me, trying to see where exactly the seamstress was. “That woman is beyond psychotic but she is the best seamstress in the county.”, she whispered. I nodded and giggled with her a little just before the seamstress appeared again. We quickly shut up and stood at attention. She giggled as she held the dress up to me, soothing it out, and looking me up and down. “Try it on, now. Go, go, go!”, she beamed, practically pushing me off the catwalk. I quickly ran into the dressing room and put the dress on. After I finished zipping myself up, I turned around and looked in the mirror. It was a beautiful dress. It was a pearl white halter dress that hugged my curves. It had a slit all the way up my thigh and was floor lengthen. I gasped at my reflection. I couldn’t believe how well it fit me and how good it looked. Damien is going to lose it when he sees me. I cautiously came out of the dressing room and walked out in front of the seamstress and Dr. Wells. They both simultaneously gasped, making me blush. “It looks better than I had imagined.”, the seamstress said as she circled around me. I giggled. “Really? Do you think so?”, I asked. She nodded with approval. “Luna?”, the seamstress said, looking for Dr. Wells' approval. Dr. Wells wiped a tear from her eye. “You look beautiful, dear, just breathtaking.”, she said in a shaky voice. “You must have this dress. How much is it?”, Dr. Wells said as she held my hands. The seamstress waved her hands. “Not a thing. That dress was made for her, Luna. I wouldn’t dare charge you for perfection.”, the seamstress said as she gently touched my cheek. “That Damien is going to have a hard time keeping his hands off of you.”, she said with a wink. I looked over at Dr. Wells and she nodded with a knowing look. I looked down, feeling my cheeks blush.

    For the rest of the day, Dr. Wells and I confined ourselves to the pack house’s library. She told me I was a natural. I don’t care for politics too much because politics seem to divide people instead of bringing peace, but I understood that it was necessary. I learned that the Brave Night pack was the second largest pack in the United States with over 10,000 members. “So not everyone lives in the pack house?”, I asked. Dr. Wells nodded. “Whenever someone finds their mate say “outside” of the pack, they can choose to live in other places. Naturally, werewolves don’t move too far away from their packs just in case we’d ever need to rally forces.”, she said. I then learned about their family tree and history, all the way back to the very first Night Brave werewolf in 1703. I learned how he made the pack, how he and his members built this house, and how this house housed over 600 generations of werewolves. I was very impressed and intrigued. I looked through some of the pack house’s family photos and came across one that stopped me in my tracks. Dr. Wells looked over at me and walked over to me. “Everything okay?”, she asked as she looked over at the photo in my hand. “This...this is my grandfather.”, I said with shaky hands. Dr. Wells gasped as she took the photo from me. “On your mother or father’s side?”, she asked. I told her that it was my mother’s father. She covered her mouth and looked over at me. “He was a beta of the Brave Night pack who married a human, who had your father, who had you.”, she pieced together. “Y-you are a third-generation Night Brave.”, she said. I felt faint as I sat down in a chair, trying to breathe. “Then why am I not a werewolf?”, I asked her. Dr. Wells sat next to me, trying to calm me down. “Two generations of mating with humans can cause the “werewolf gene” to not be fully expressed, but some powers are inherited. Have you ever noticed anything superhuman about yourself?”, she asked.

    I thought for a moment, remembering my “sixth sense” that my tia loved so much. “I can sense nearby presences and can even predict when certain presences or people will appear.”, I said with an inquisitive tone. She smiled, seemingly very impressed. “That’s an alteration of the “wolf sense”. Werewolves can sense other wolves and humans' presences but we cannot predict the arrival of werewolves or people. That almost sounds like a psychic power.”, she said, obviously geeking out. I smiled at her, feeling as if she was becoming too excited. “Please don’t experiment on me.”, I joked with a laugh. She giggled and shook her head. “I would like to test your brain activity while sensing other presences and whenever you experience a psychic moment, but no. No experimenting.”, she said with a chuckle. I nodded with a smile before looking back down at the photo in her hand. “They’re so beautiful.”, I commented. I felt Dr. Wells look over at me. “Just like their granddaughter.”, she said with a sweet smile.

    Before long, the evening was upon us. Dr. Wells exclaimed shutting the multiple books we got lost in. “It’s time to get ready for the party.”, she said as she scrambled to put things up. I helped her out and just when we had finished cleaning, she came across the photo of my grandfather and grandmother. She placed the photo in my hand. “This is yours. Take care of it.”, she said as she placed the old photo in my hand. I looked at it and thanked her, placing it in my pocket. She then grabbed my hand and we ran out of the library to go get ready for the party.