Luna’s two colors

Werewolves are real

So yeah, we are werewolves with my sister. So are her children or pups, as we call them, but they get their wolves later. The normal werewolf gets his or at the age of 18, but we are a little bit different.

Our mother comes from Finland. It’s a country in Northern Europe and even if some people think it’s an imaginary country, oh boy, is it real? Humans tell stories that Santa Claus lives there, and I think it doesn’t help in convincing people about its existence.

Our mother Sara met her American mate when she was 60 years old. They happened to be on a very same cruise in the middle of the Caribbean. My mother was with two of her friends and my father was celebrating his 30th birthday with an enormous group from his pack. What are the odds with that? But they fell in love immediately and were together the rest of the cruise. I can only imagine the suffering of their cabin neighbors. Werewolves can’t keep our hands off of our mates when we see them. It’s like love at first sight. Without any self-control. My father was in pure shock when he was told how old my mother was. She looked nothing more than 25 years old.

In Finland, werewolves can live over 500 years old, but the rest of the world’s wolves get to see maybe 150 if they are lucky. And Finnish werewolves get their wolves at the age of 10. Maybe because the environment there is a bit harsh. The winters are freezing and very snowy. The fall is so dark that there are times we don’t see the sun for a month. And months before and after the polar nights, there are only a few hours of sun. But when spring comes, it’s amazing! When the sun finally warms your skin, you just stop and lift your head up and just face the sun. Whenever I visit there in the spring time, it always makes me laugh seeing the people there. They just freeze wherever they are walking, face the sun for a little while and then start moving again. It is so weird. But the summers are great. People are laughing, they are happy. They get to swim, bike, hike, play golf, soccer. And, of course, go fishing like we are doing now. I want these kids to learn this basic stuff. It’s at the same time to know how to survive and respect their inheritance.

”I am soooo booooled”, Lily crys and pouts. Her yellow dress has gotten some green on the back from the grass and Alissa helps her up and tries to swipe it clean with her hand.

”Remind me that I’ll wash the clothes today”, she sighs, and takes Lily with her to our picnic basket.

”Are you ready to fold Sam?”, I asked him. He looks at the lake and then at me. ”Yeah maybe for today. But tomorrow I’ll get a fish thiiis big”, he spreads his hands as wide as he can. ”Sure thing honey”, I laughed and ruffled his hair. ”Let’s go and see what delicacies your mother has made us this time”.

We sit in a circle and Alissa gives everyone their own bread and a juice box. Breads are white wheat filled with salad, tomato, cheese and ham. I was starving, so it tasted like heaven. I look at Alissa and think how lucky I am to have her as a sister. Despite our differences in personalities, I really couldn’t live without her. She is yin to my yang. When ever I’m in trouble, she is my go-to person.

It’s funny how our wolves are so like us. My wolf is called Kuura. It’s a Finnish word meaning a thin layer of ice on a solid surface. She is amazing, kind, funny and clever. She loves Alissa, Sam, Lily and Alissa’s mate, Jackson. And like me and Alissa, Kuura argues with Alissa’s wolf, Tunturi. She always teases Tunturi about her name. Tunturi is also Finnish and means treeless plain. It sounds bland, but these areas are highly valued in Finland. It reminds us of a harsh climate which still has an ability to grow something that reindeers can eat.

Alissa’s mate, Jackson, is our pack’s Alpha. So Alissa is a Luna. If Jackson is the boss of the pack, Alissa is its soul. She takes care of everything and everybody. Makes sure that everybody has eaten, goes to school and has a meaning in the pack. If somebody is in a danger of dropping out of our society, Alissa takes care of them and finds them a job to do or let them rest for a while and then jump back.

Jackson’s wolf is Daemon. He is huge and black with a white mohawk. He looks scary but is a total homecat that comes to his family. He lets Sam and Lily ride on him, plays fetch and always tries to make them laugh. And the most important thing, if you ask me, he adores Tunturi and Alissa.

My wolf Kuura loves to play with him also. He would never admit it, but once I beat him. Maybe Kuura cheated a bit and acted like she was hurt, so Daemon let go of her neck and bent to check on her. She rolled over and pinned him down. But let’s all be honest. You never show any weaknesses in a rel fight. So she won. I just have to remember not to rub his nose in it, so there might still be a happy family dinner.