His Reluctant Luna novel Chapter 3

Aunt Flora is what one would refer to as eccentric. Most keepers are a bit eccentric. It is not easy being different, the ability to see and deal with the supernatural comes with some drawbacks. One of them being loneliness. Aunt Flora has a phantom lover, that is what she claims. I have never seen him though. Werewolves do not have the power to see ghosts, but she is very sweet, so I humoured her.

Currently, she was shaking her head when I told her about Mark's proposal.-

"Your mate won't like it," she replied, shaking her head.

Aunt Flora was 50, though she looked around 35. She was pretty with her short red hair and elegant dressing sense. She reminded me of Jacky Kennedy. Though I think an aunt is prettier.

"But, aunt, I don't want a mate," I tried to reason.

"Nonsense, all wolves want their mate, it is known. Poor Mark, he will be so broken-hearted," She said with a gloomy face.

"Why would Mark be heartbroken?" I asked, surprised.

"He is not your mate. Once you find your mate, you will no longer be with Mark." She said matter-of-factly.

I rolled my eyes, "can I go for a run? Lana is getting snarky." I said, referring to my wolf.

"Yeah, go ahead, just stay away from neighbouring property," she waved her hand dismissively as she was having a conversation with her boyfriend!

I wondered how she explained the presence of a wolf on her estate. Probably, she claimed to own a giant dog.

I stripped off my clothes and shifted into a brown wolf as I ran into the cold night. The first snow of the year was falling, and the field was covered with a dusting of white powder. I did not feel cold, though. My thick fur protected me from the English winter.

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The flight announced its landing and I squirmed sleepily in my seat. I was finally home. One good thing about Florida is that it enjoys the mildest winters in the United States. The days are typically sunny and warm, while the nights are a little cooler. I collected my luggage and, as expected, my entire family was there to greet me.

"Alice!" Emma ran towards me as Martha, Thomas, and Linda followed.

After a round of hugs and kisses, I was bundled into one of the several waiting cars, and we started for home.

"Look at you all grown up and glowing. Show me your ring," Linda asked.

I blushed and displayed my ring. The ladies oohed and aahed as expected.

"That's a lovely ring, my dear," Martha beamed.

"Look at that giant rock," Emma commented, "looking forward to the wedding now." She winked.

I shuddered. I was still reeling from the shock of being engaged, a wedding would have driven me off the edge. My wolf was extremely impatient, eager to find her mate.

"We haven't decided on the date yet," I said," we are taking it slow." I breathed deeply, trying to brace myself for further prying questions.

"Well, we are eager to meet this Mark of yours. Do invite him to Florida, our beach weddings are wonderful." Martha quipped.

I could not imagine Mark among the pack of wolves. Trying to change the subject, I inquired about Linda's twins, my lovely niece, and nephew.

"How are the kids, Linda? I hope they haven't forgotten me," I said.

We conversed until we reached the gates of the Jade moon pack. In the modern age, pack life has changed significantly over the years. Most modern packs do not live in one house anymore and have turned the land over to individual families.

This also made things legally safer since it was less questionable for multiple families to own a couple of hundred acres versus one individual to own thousands of acres. All the lands were still considered Pack's, since all the families were Pack, they were just more discreet.