It was afternoon time and Damien was sitting in his office. He would observe his little mate on the sofa resting. She was curled in a ball shape, tucked in the blanket covering his scent. Pillows and cushions were placed on the floor to avoid hurting her if she fell down.
He was yet working when he heard the knocking at the door. In instinct, he looks over her mate to find any discomfort but he soon sobers up realizing no noise could ever be a discomfort to her.
Shaking his head he tells the people on the opposite side to come in. Doors opened and the sight shocked him. His two friends were standing there with red eyes. They looked as if they were walking dead. With tears brimming in their eyes, they resembled the pain of their soul.
"I guess the doctor told you two what happened?"
"Y-yes. She-she did not deserve it. What was her fault? She was just a baby. She-"
"*growl* Stop crying. She is alive. She is in front of you."
"*sniff* True. She-she is strong. No more tears. Her past does not explain who she was but it makes her who she is."
"I will introduce you late. Focus on work."
From there on, three friends continued to do their pack business. Damien was deeply focused when he heard the sound of alarm from his phone. He does not react as if it was sudden, rather he was expecting it. He picks up a small bowl from a drawer and pours one cup of soup which he had made.
Releasing a sigh he slowly sits on the floor near his mate. He strokes her fur softly a sad smile and waits for her awake from her sleep.
Soon enough, she wakes up from her slumber and looks at the person responsible for waking her up.
Her blue eyes with sparks of white and dark blue look into his brown eyes with sparks of red and black. The office was forgotten. The two pairs of curious eyes were long forgotten. They both felt something stirring inside of them. It appeared as if something was coming to life. He ever so slowly places his nose and touches her nose with his.
The act was simple but pure. It was their wolf souls who wanted to show their affection to each other. He tries to lift his other hand, but the heaviness in his hand made it come out from his trance.
He then acknowledges the two people who are looking at them with admiration and awe. He was sure, had it been some better circumstances, they would have cooed and teased him. But right now? He finds no such emotion only a little bit of sadness and happiness. No pity. He was glad there was no pity.
He again looks at her who was at looking her with puppy eyes. He try to find the bond which the two shared if it was open or closed.
'Hey, Flora.'
'Hi.'
'Come on take a few sips. There are few people who I want to introduce.'
'Ok.'
He stops stroking her hair for the time being. The two watchers were instantly in awe of her sparkling white fur. They did not miss the fact that fur was not pure but also had some other color streaks.
'Alright, little one. The red hair one is Luke. He is Beta. The Blond hair is Carlos. He is Gamma. And this is Flora.'
"Damien, she can mindlink?" Carlos had the same question but Luke voiced it out.
"Yes. You feel a kind of connection, use it. I did. I never knew it was easy. I mean, we never talked with someone in wolf form. The only ones with whom we used mindlink were the pack members who are born here or after they are marked. But with her, it is easy. It appears as if she is habituated."
"Maybe, because she can not talk she use mind link to talk?"
"You think those people who did not want to hear her voice would teach her mindlink?"
'Hello, Luna.'
'... No Luna. Flora.' They were shocked. They had no right to call her by her name. They passed a glance to Damien to see his reaction but he kept his face expressionless and simply nodded his head.
'Okay, Flora. You know our names. And ohh... you are so pretty. We three are going to be super cool friends.'
'Friends?'
All the effort put on by those two was flushed, vanished completely removed from its existence. It was a simple question but filled with so much innocence as if she could not believe someone asked to become her friend.
Those two were too shocked to say anything and her mate was practically ready to hunt her tormentor from hell.
Seeing no response from those two and a necessity to control his emotions, he gets up and again crouches down near his mate.
'Flora. Yes, friends. Those two will help you and keep you safe always. That is what friends do.'
'True?'
'Yes, Flora. True... I am going out. Rest and talk to those two if you like. Okay?'
'Okay.'
The two friends knew where he was going but for now, they need to talk to her. And they are finding it harder than controlling their friend.
Suddenly an idea flashed in front of Luke and he rushes upstairs to the room.
"LUKE!! COME BACK HERE WE HAVE TO TALK TO HERE!!"
"CARLOS!! WE WILL NOT GET A BETTER MOMENT TO EMBARRASS DAMIEN!!"
Flora looks in the direction where Luke went and then again looks at Carlos.
She kept looking between the face and door until Luke comes back. First, she noticed the shine on his face then a type of book in his hand.
'FLORA!!'
A sudden loud voice in her head made her flinch.
'Sorry. Come. We will show you some moments of Damien.'
'Moments?'
'Yes. Look, this one is of his birthday. The cake is smeared on his face. This one is his mom... Okay, this one is funny. That whole week we three were pranking each other and tried to see who will be the biggest prankster. One day we two decided that to win against Damien, we both have two join hands... Aha! This one is of that.'
'He looks,... weird.'
'YES!! WEIRD!!! So, we two put a big bucket filled with ice on the door and tied string on the bottom of the door, and then we poured oil on the stairs and a cake on the roof supported by a small stick. So, he was working outside. But when he came, at first water and ice was poured on him which caused him to shriek... He shrieks like a girl. Anyways, so he was drenched and then when he head upstairs to change his clothes, he slipped face down because of the oil and at last, the cake was literally smashed on his face...'
*thump* *thump* *thump* *thump* *thump*
'Are you happy Flora?'
Carlos noticed the swift motion of Flora's tail. She was swiftly moving her tail and ears flattened up. Her whole demeanor only expressed her happiness. Amusement was present in her eyes.
Those two felt more pain hearing no verbal reply except fastening the thumping of her tail. They felt more hurt. They could imagine her laughing till her stomach hurts. Or she stops while whipping her tears. But she could not. They can not hear her laughter. Her comments. It was futile. But yet they were happy that at least they made her laugh.
With time they will be more comfortable with her. Maybe then prank Damien with her. Now that seems not possible. But they believe in the decision of the Moon Goddess. If she is Luna she deserves it. They have a strong she-wolf as their Luna and they were proud to have her as their Luna.