Filed to story: Rylee the Orphan Luna Novel
“You’re asking me!? I’m just a witch!”
“You’ve been alive for a thousand years!” Wyatt retorted.
“It doesn’t make me an expert on s**t like this!” she snapped back.
“My Luna is missing! There’s no time for this s**t!” Chad roared.
“My Luna is missing too if you haven’t noticed!” Wyatt snarled back.
“What if they…” Brent began to say.
“DON’T EVEN GO THERE!” we all shouted at him in unison.
“William can’t even die! He’s immortal. So, they can’t be dead. That light probably teleported them somewhere,” Olivia said more to herself than to us, but loud enough so we could hear.
“They’re not dead. We would have felt it through our bond,” Wyatt said calmly. Chad and Brent also nodded, letting out sighs of relief.
“If they’re not dead, then where are they?” I asked. No one said a thing. We all just stared at where they were not even a minute ago. Something strange was happening.
***Rylee’s P.O.V.***
After that surge of white light hit us, I quickly shielded my eyes with my arm. I felt Wyatt embrace me, pulling me into his chest. Suddenly, I was inundated with an overwhelming sense of loneliness and realized that I was no longer in Wyatt’s arms. I frantically searched around, only to confirm that I was, indeed, by myself. “Wyatt!?” I called out to him but heard nothing. “Wyatt!?!” I called out louder. The silence was deafening. Just as my distress was approaching full-blown panic, I finally noticed I was inside a room of some sort, and it looked oddly familiar. “Where am I?” I asked out loud. I was about to cry out for Wyatt again when I was distracted by the sound of a child’s laughter outside of the door. It wasn’t Sam because it sounded like a little girl. I thought maybe it could be Leighann but before I could open the door to check, I heard an all- too-familiar name being yelled.
“Ryan Lee Duquesne, you get back here this instant!”
“Daddy!” the child screamed.
“Oh, my sweet, sweet Rylee. Are you driving your mother crazy again?” a soothing and comforting voice asked. Tears immediately welled up in my eyes. As slowly and quietly as possible, I opened the door and peeked out. Down the hall, I saw them. “Mom? Dad?” I whispered to myself, praying that they couldn’t hear me.
“Ugh! Why must she be like you and insist on being naked all the time! I can’t even get her to take a bath without her pulling a fast one on me!” my mother shouted.
“Megan, baby, she’s a two-year-old toddler. They all live to be naked. It has nothing to do with me. And if my memory serves me correctly, you’re the one who always wants me naked, do you not?” my father asked in a playful tone. I wanted to gag hearing my father speak to my mother the way Wyatt spoke to me. It was also kind of hilarious to hear my mother yell at me the way I yell at Sam. I guess the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree.
“Mitchell, I swear to the moon goddess, she gave us this child because she wanted to punish us!” my mother joked.
“Please, our daughter is the biggest blessing in our lives. It took us seven years to finally conceive her, and I think there was a reason for that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you see the way Ronan’s boy looked at her when she was born?” I was shocked to hear my father talk about Wyatt.
“Yes. He’s eight years old and he saw a baby for the first time. I’m sure he was intrigued by the phenomenon,” my mother answered, taking me back from my father’s arms. I watched as I clung to my mother for dear life and rested my head on her shoulders. “Well, that may be partially true, babe, but I think there was another reason behind him marveling at this beautiful child,” my father replied as he combed the back of my head for me. There was so much adoration in his eyes.
“Well, aren’t you going to enlighten me?” my mother asked him. I couldn’t see her face, but I heard her voice. It was just as beautiful as I remembered, and my father was just as handsome.
“I think Wyatt and our beautiful little Primordial here are mates.” I gasped when I heard my father call me a Primordial. He knew? My gaze shifted to the ground in utter confusion. How did my parents know?
“Shhh! Mitch! Not so loud. We can’t let the pack know what she is just yet. We won’t know for sure until she becomes of age anyway!” my mother whisper-shouted at him.
“Please, we both know already. We’re both pureblooded Alphas, and so are Ronan and his son. For an eight-year-old pup, Wyatt sure was smitten with Rylee. I’m sure he saw right through these chocolate eyes and knew immediately she is destined to be his future Luna.”
“Mitch, if that’s true, then she’s going to be the mother of all Primordial Werewolves,” my mother said with awe in her voice. My past self had already fallen asleep on her shoulder, and I saw that I had a chunk of her hair securely in my hand. Now I finally understood where Sam got this habit.
“You’re right, and we’re her parents. I think there was a reason behind us having to wait so long to conceive, and this has to be it,” my father said. My mother nodded, and I watched as he leaned down and gave her a sweet kiss. He then proceeded to give me a kiss on the back of the head as he rubbed my back. “My beautiful Rylee, you’re going to be a very special wolf one day, and I can’t wait to see you become the most powerful werewolf to ever exist.” As they walked away, the tears started to flow again. My parents were denied the privilege of watching me grow up. They never got the chance to see me become the person that I am today. Eight years from now, they would both be brutally murdered. I closed the door quietly and leaned against it as I cried some more. To see the amount of love my parents had for me was more than I could bear. As I dwelled on the fact that my parents missed out on so much because of that fucker, Eric, something dawned on me.
“Oh my goddess, I’m two right now. That means this should be around the time my mother is taken by Marvin or Eric,” I said to myself. I quickly wiped away my tears and opened the door again, but instead of being out in the hall, I saw the lake behind the packhouse. “Oh… Silver Lake…” I said with awe. I had forgotten how beautiful the lake was when the full moon was out. The hue reflected from the moon was the reason for the pack’s namesake, Silver Lake; it made the water appear silver.
As I stared into the water of the crystal-clear lake at my old pack, I heard a noise behind me. I swiftly rushed to conceal myself behind a large bush. I looked at the bush with a sense of d?j? vu and remembered this was my favorite hiding spot as a kid. To think that, even as an adult, I chose this place to hide. I shook my head and kept a lookout for what made the noise. I was shocked to see my mom, alone.
“Rylee, the mother to all Primordials. I can’t believe how lucky I am. Here I thought Mitch would be the biggest blessing in my life but no, I have an even bigger blessing now. My sweet Rylee,” she said to herself. It was crazy to me, looking at my mom. She reminded me so much of Lanie. Really, it was the other way around but whatever, the point was that Lanie and mom looked alike.
I remembered Dylan mentioning that the moon goddess’ children took the same form as mortals as they did when they were in the Kingdom. It made me wonder how Lanie could look so much like mom when the only traits Lexie inherited were blonde hair and blue eyes. I knew I got my eyes from my father and my hair from my mother. But Lexie, she’s an anomaly; a beautiful anomaly, but an anomaly, nonetheless. She didn’t even resemble Eric, and I knew that for a fact. After all, I had to look at his ugly face for eight years of my life, day in and day out.
“Well, well, well, look at what we have here,” an unknown voice said, interrupting my thoughts.
“Who the f**k are you?!” my mother asked. Well, I guess it was no secret where I got my potty mouth from.
“Such ugly words coming from such a beautiful woman. It’s no wonder Eric Patterson is so obsessed with you,” the stranger said. Who was this guy?
“ERIC PATTERSON!? What the f**k does he want now!? And how the hell did you get on our pack lands!?”
“Well, it’s kind of obvious what he wants from you, Luna Megan, and how I ended up here? Well, let’s just say you have some major security flaws. Three guards? Piece of a cake.” My mother snarled and I watched as her eyes started to cloud over. “Nah uh uh uh, don’t do that now, Luna Megan. Not unless you want your mate to get shot in the heart with a silver bullet,” he taunted her. He pointed to the tree adjacent to my father’s office, and sure enough, there was someone perched up in the tree with a rifle pointed directly at the window.
“What do you want?” she asked while gritting her teeth.
“Come with us willingly, or we kill your mate,” he told her. I was curious as to why he wasn’t threatening my life.
“You’re not even a wolf,” my mother said with distaste.
“No s**t, b***h. Now, get a move on before I tell my guy to kill your mate. I’m not being paid to waste my time.”
“Paid!? Eric is paying you!?”
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?