The Indifferent Luna 1 - Austan wolf

The week passed by quickly, though very uneventful. Eric stayed around, taking me on walks, showing me around the pack village while the pack members greeted us with quick bows, he was probably showing me off to them so they would have an idea who their Luna was. I didn’t mind I was happy meeting the pack members. Sometimes we went on picnics, at a time he took me to meet the border patrols on duty and they immediately swore allegiance to me accepting me as their Luna.

I never saw Luna Misheal, she was in the house but she avoided me all together, neither did I see Layla nor was there any news from their pack. As Eric had said they must have settled it without much problem. I was happy and knew I would only be happier in the years to come, I mean I loved Eric, I was sure of that now and there was no doubt or confusion in my heart about my feelings for him. I wonder what my parents would think if they saw that the daughter they rejected was becoming the Luna this pack. A part of me wished to see the look on my siblings faces.

I would be the one with the most well off mate. Lady Freya did suggest that I invite them for the Luna crowning ceremony but I refused without even thinking about it. They didn’t deserve to share in my happiness when they weren’t there when I was hurting.

I spent lunch with Lady Freya and Maria. Since she found out that Luna Misheal didn’t like me very much she had stayed away from her and the house and had grown attached to me, so I made it a duty to visit her instead. Honestly, missed them too.

I had also become very close with Cecilia. I liked the girl very much and we were soon friends. She was the only daughter of Mathilda, who seemed impressed at our friendship and thus treated me nicer. I had also become very familiar with the pack house in which I lived, Mathilda and all the omega who took care of the pack house lived in the first floor of the pack house, the second floor was for visitors so it was basically empty, the third floor was meant for betas and gammas who wished to live in the pack house, it was also were Eric’s office was located. The fourth floor was were Eric and Luna Misheal’s room was located and were I would be staying after the ceremony tomorrow.

I brushed my teeth admiring my face in the looking mirror. Lady Freya, Cecilia, Maria and I were going to get my gown today and would be going for another round of facials and hair do that is if Lady Freya doesn’t drag us to go shopping for things we had absolutely no use of. The feeling of festivity had being in the air for the past three days. The whole pack was excited and had practically involved themselves in preparing for the festivity.

The square had been decorated and large tables for the reception that would hold later was already being arranged there. I was both nervous and excited, I just couldn’t believe I would soon be Eric’s wife forever.

I took a quick bath and put on a yellow knee length flower gown and was walking out of the bathroom when a quick knock resounded on my door just before Cecilia walked in beaming. She doesn’t wait for my come in reply anymore we were way past that now.

“How are you preparing to meet your gown Lady Silveen?”

She still called me Lady Silveen because I had refused to allow her call me Luna, at least not yet.

“Don’t ask.” I said beaming, she giggled as she walked to my wardrobe and helped me pick a pair of shoes.

“I think this shoes would fit better.”

I smiled at her taking the purple shoes which matched the flower print on my dress from her.

“Thanks Cecil. Are you ready?”

She nodded and together we walked out of the room after I had put on the flat shoe of course. We met Lady Freya and Maria waiting in front of the house, they probably didn’t enter because Lady Freya was still trying to avoid Luna Misheal. She obviously loved her aunt but also wanted to be a loyal friend so she resulted to avoiding her, despite the fact that I had told her that it wasn’t a problem at all.

We found our way to the hairstylist shop first as lady Freya claimed we should visit the dressmaker last stressing something about saving the best for the last. We agreed and after a few hours we had our hair and faces ready for the celebration.

I looked at my friend admiring their revitalized faces, I had made sure that I wasn’t the only one that got a facial treatment. I looked at Cecil as we walked into the dress maker’s shop she looked stunning, her midnight black hair was silky and shiny, her freckles were barely visible now and whatever had been applied to her lips made it look blood red, making her to look absolutely stunning. Since werewolves would be coming from other packs to witness and congratulate Eric and I tomorrow, I couldn’t help but hope that she met her mate.

“Ha! Luna!” the dress maker said as she ran out form the back to meet us. She obviously knew I was the Luna to be by now, who in the town didn’t.

“Is our dress ready?” lady Freya asked almost too excited and she nodded urging us to follow her.

we followed her to the back were we all sat on soft comfy cushion, she had one of her apprentice serve the others tea but brought a bottle of whisky and two glasses to me. I frowned and looked at her, she smiled sheepishly.

“I was hoping that you would do me the honours of drinking with me Luna.” she said.

“I don’t know, I have never drank before.” I stated nervously.

“Oh you should. She’s smitten by your presence.” lady Freya whispered to me proudly.

“What if I get drunk?”

“Oh please, we’d bring you home. By the way, we should be celebrating. Let’s go to my house after all this and have a girl’s party.” Lady Freya said excitedly but I looked at Maria for her opinion.

I loved Lady Freya but she was a spontaneous woman and Maria was the mother amongst us and usually seemed more level headed and gave advice based on her experience as a mother.

“There’s nothing wrong in having a little fun Silveen.” she said reassuringly and I nodded taking the glass as the dress maker poured whisky into the glass before she did hers and we all cheered clinging our glass, me clinging my glass with their own tea cup before taking a sip of the whisky.

I frowned at the sting on my throat and they laughed at my facial expression, making me feel embarrassed I looked at the dress maker to see that she had started pouring herself a second glass. I immediately downed the whisky and stretched my cup to her for more. The ladies cheered in encouragement and the dressmaker poured me another glass smiling at me innocently, a hint of sadness on her face.

That’s weird I thought as I poured the whisky down my throat. I was on the third glass when my dress came and we all exclaimed stunned at the beautiful dress. It was an off shoulder white dress, overlaid with transparent black net, black laces were used to design the tip of the dress. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I downed the third glass before standing to move towards it staggering a little and they made to catch me giggling as they did.

Oh God I was drunk I thought as I staggered to the dress, feeling light headed and dizzy. I touched it and allowed the dressmaker’s apprentice to help me put it on as I didn’t know where the dressmaker had gone.

Staggering in the dress, I spawn before falling to the floor, the spinning had obviously made my light head too light to maintain my balance. I watched as the ladies ran to me saying in audible words and I couldn’t help but flush in embarrassment. I was wasted.

I woke up a few minute later to see myself in my bed room, the ladies were all around me with worried expression on their faces. I wanted to ask how they had brought me home, but was too tired to speak. I realized that we wouldn’t be able to have our small party anymore because of course, I had allowed myself to drink too much.

I felt bile rise in my throat and I rushed up from the bed to push it out, someone immediately brought a bowl to my lips and I vomited my stomach content, feeling my stomach twist painfully in the process. I groaned and laid down back when I was done regretting that I had drank so much. There were voices all around me but I couldn’t make out what was being said.

Is drinking that bad? If the experience was this bad, why do people keep on drinking?

I perceived the scent of Eric before I felt my body being raised onto a lap.

Eric was here good. All I need now is a quick nap, I would soon wake up with a terrible headache and hang over like all those drunk people I have seen. I thought as my eyes drifted shut again.