Chapter11

#Chapter11

I turn the faucet on and cup the cooling water in my hands before drenching my warm face. My eyes peer up into the mirror, causing me to step back when I find myself peering back at me. I should have expected this—joining my mates' pack—as I am supposedly the Luna. Could this all be happening too quickly? I have not spoken to my grandmother yet, what if she says no? Does she have the authority to stop me from joining this pack? Probably not.

I groan and lean against the bathroom wall. How am I supposed to be a Luna when I have no clue what a Luna does? How am I supposed to be apart of a pack when I cannot remember how they work? Did I ever know how they work? I was trapped in an attic for most of my childhood, a time when many children learned these types of things /"What am I supposed to do?/" I mumble into the empty space in front of me.

/"Calm down. This should not be a difficult process./"