Luna’s two colors

Jones

Next morning I woke up at 10. When I'm off from work, I try to recharge my batteries and sleep as long as I like, eat what I like and do what I like. Okay, if I'm completely honest, two months is a bit too long a time to live like a free spirit. I had had my free summer only about two weeks, but Henry had started to hint at me that it would be a perfect time to be a good wolf and just wake up earlier. So maybe I'll surprise him tomorrow morning.

I go to the bathroom to freshen up. I tried to forget about my dream last night. It was not the first time I had dreamed about snow falling in our village, but this time it almost resembled like ashes flying in a house fire. I have had emergency calls to house fires before. It's sad to watch people's whole lives and memories burning down and people are so devastated. There are only a few smells that really disgust me as a paramedic and those scenarios are one of them. The burning wood, plastic.. The smell sticks to your clothes and hair for a really long time.

I heard a knock on my door and I yelled at the door to wait a minute. I put on some green shorts, a sports bra and a black top and open the door.

"Good morning sleeping beauty!", Jones laughs, and I see movement behind him. Sam and Lily attack me and I playfully fall to the ground.

"Noooo you got me!", I scream and laugh as they are climbing on me and try to tickle me.

"So Alpha and Luna wanted some alone time and I promised to entertain the pups", Jones tells me, and helps me up from the floor.

"Yes, I can see that. And you want some help with them?", I asked. Sam helps Lily to climb to my bed and they are clearly thinking it's a trampoline.

"Look, I've been with them for an hour and I'm exhausted. Seriously, I could use those guys to torture rogues. One day with them and the rogue would spit out all of their secrets just to get some rest", Jones whispers to me. "You know what they asked about me? Everything! Like I would have a clue where clouds come from, why wolves have four legs or why penguins can't fly!".

Rogues are wolves that don't have a pack. There are various reasons why they don't belong to anywhere. Some have lost their mates and gone crazy. Some have been abused and fled or some might have been kicked out because of some kind of crime they have committed. But a wolf really needs company and if they don't, they become feral and dangerous.

I laugh and pat on his back. "Just wait until they start asking about birds and bees".

"What about birds and bees?", Sam stops jumping and asks me.

"Nothing! Who wants some ice cream? Jones just told me that he is up for some sugary treat", I asked and winked at Jones.

"Great. Like they would need any more energy", he sighs, and we leave my room.

We went downstairs to the kitchen and I asked from our kitchen lady for four ice creams. Her name is Kate and she is about 40 years old Omega. Kate has brown hair and she always puts it in a tight bun. She wears only a gray dress with a white apron. Even though she is an Omega, she is highly appreciated. When my father died, she made sure that I ate at least once a day and she has an amazing instinct for what people might need to eat or drink. Once after a bar night I had a terrible hangover. Werewolves usually don't have hangovers but Jessica and I were hanging out with some college students and we had a tequila shot competition. Let's just say that I won. I somehow managed to get my drunk a*ss home and woke up in the morning shivering and fearing that I was dying. After a while, I was hoping that I would die. And then I was afraid that I wouldn't die and I'd have to live through that terrible nausea, headache, cold sweat and light-headness. Then the amazing Kate came to my room, gave me some red drink and told me to get it down my throat. My hand was shaking so much when I took the glass from her that I spilled some liquid on my bed. I emptied the glass and Kate made me strip down and go to the shower. Meanwhile, she changed my sheets and left me some water to drink. After the shower, it took about 15 minutes and I felt so much better. My amazing Kate. I think I own her my life for that.

We took the ice creams from her and she told us that lunch would be ready in 1 hour and it's not good to eat ice creams before that, but she let it slide this time. We thank her and go outside to enjoy them in the sun.

"Did you hear that Tom is coming in a few days?", I asked Jones.

"Yeah, Alissa told me yesterday. And Sam and Lily today. At least three times", he sighs. "So Sam asked me why you and Tom are not together like mummy and daddy".

"Oh no, not again", I huff. It was not the first, and I'm afraid it's not the last time I have heard something like that. Sure, Tom looks like a Greek god. He is 6,3, green eyes, brown hair, after 5 o'clock shave and a smile which makes women's knees wobble. He can sing, play guitar and drums, reads books and is polite, strong and has a hell of a sense of humor. But he is not my mate. And frankly, I'm happy about it. We have known each other for so many years and have seen the best and the worst versions of ourselves. All the growing pains have made us stronger and we understand each other perfectly. So, if I ever meet my mate, he is going to have a hard time understanding that I already have one love in my life.

We finish our ice creams and pups run to the playground to play with other pups. I wave hello to mothers who are watching after their pups. They smiled and waved me back and I turned to Jones. "Do you think that you'll find your mate anytime soon?".

He looks at me with a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I really don't know. I think I have looked everywhere". We sat on the bench and I watched Jones silently. "Why are you staring at me? Do I have ice cream on my face?", he asks.

"No, I just had a feeling. I think something is coming. Even Kuura feels it", I tell him.

"Is it a good or a bad thing?", he asks.

"I don't know. I can't wrap my fingers around it. Last night I was thinking about my father and that horrible time when he passed. I don't know. Maybe I should go back to work".

"Don't be crazy, Al. You work so hard and you have earned your vacation. Maybe you are still just tired and need some rest. Or training. Henry just told me that he has some new method and wants to try it on someone."

"No, absolutely not. I'm not going to be Henry's guinea pig for some torturous boot camp!", I squealed.

"It's not torture if you like it", Jones grins at me.

"You guys are sick. But you know what? Maybe I'll come tomorrow and train with you. It has been too long time since I kicked your butt". I got up and head up to Sam and Lily.

"Wait, what are you doing?", Jones asked me.

"I'm about to say bye to the pups and make myself ready for lunch"

"No you are not. You are not leaving me with them", Jones begged me.

I was about to stick my tongue out at him when the siren started ringing and everybody froze for a second.

ROGUES! We say with Jones at the same time.