“Hey, babe come look at this!” I yell to George who is in the living room.
“What?” He yells back.
“This house, it’s amazing.” I yell back. I hear some noise and George appears by my side. He puts a hand on my shoulder, and looks at the computer screen.
“You’re looking at houses? For what?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Well…” I start to trail off. “I don’t know. I just thought, that once we go back we could move in together. You know? Like mates usually do. But if you don’t want too, I totally get it-“
George cuts me off. “No, no. I love the idea!” He says. He looks at the pictures of the house. “You’re right Alyssa. This house is beautiful.”
“It’s a lot of money, but-” I start to say.
“Money isn’t a problem. I am the werewolf prince.”
I smile and lean into him. “Yes you are. My werewolf prince,” I say and place a kiss gently on his lips. But of course, one gentle kiss has soon lead to many many more rougher, eager ones.
But suddenly the phone rings.
“That’s weird.” I say. George and I decided to shut off our personal phone so we could have some peace and quiet. But this is the cabin phone.
I walk over to the phone, and look at the caller ID. It’ say brother.
“Who is it?” George asks, coming up behind me.
“My brother.”
“Are you going to answer it?”
“I don’t think so. He’ll call again if it’s really important.” I tell him.
“Just wait for it go to voicemail.” George says and I put the phone down. “Okay,” I mummer.
The phone stops ringing.
“Now, where were we?” George asks. I smile at him, and we begin to kiss again. But again, the phone cuts us off.
I pick it up again. Nick. “This can’t be good.”
“Do you want to answer it? Or should I?” George says reach for the phone in my hand. I put a hand on his, stopping him. He looks at me for my next move.
“I got this, thanks.” I say and George takes his hand back.
I click the answer button and raise the phone up to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Alyssa?” Nick says. It sounds so weird to hear his voice. I haven’t heard it since, I left with George. “Alyssa?”
“Yeah, I’m here. What’s going on? Is everything okay?” I ask him. His voice sounds distressed.
“Um, no. I wish. I have some bad news Alyssa. I’m so sorry. I wish I could tell you in person.” He tells him. I feel my heart beat hard in my chest. I swallow nervously. “It’s Mom and Dad.”
“Mom and Dad? What now? Did they try to disown us?” I say with a nervous laugh. I’m not very good at this kind of thing.
There isn’t a laugh on the other side. Oh goddess.
“There was an accident.”
“An accident?”
“Yes, and….and Mom and Dad didn’t make it. They died.”
I’m speechless. I don’t know what to say.
“Alyssa? Alyssa are you okay?” This time it isn’t Nick, it’s George. “Baby, you’re scaring me. What’s going on baby girl?”
I put the phone on speaker. “Um, my parents are dead. They…um they died.”
“What? Are you serious?” George asks. This time, it’s Nick to reply.
“George? George, I need your help.” Nick says. George brings me over to the couch to sit. I’m too much in shock to even stand anymore. George goes back to the phone and takes it off of speaker, putting it up to his ear.
Nick continues to talk to him. After a few minutes, they hang up.
George comes back over to me, and starts to rub my shoulders. He kisses my neck in a comforting way.
“We should pack our bags.” George says after a few minutes.
I nod my head. “Okay, yeah.”
We head to the bedroom and start taking our stuff out of the closet. I begin to fold my clothes up to put them in my suitcase. I continue to do this for a few minutes. My head is all over the place. I pause and look up at George.
“George…” I start. He looks over at me.
He looks up from his project. “Yes baby?” He sets down his shirt, and walks over to me. He takes my hands in his. “What’s wrong?”
I feel a tear slip down my cheek. He wipes it away. I fall into his arms. “I just don’t know what to do…” I pause. George is silent. “I hated my parents for leaving me. I never ever spoke to them. And now…now they are gone. I just…” I trail off again.
“Shh, it’s okay baby. Let it out.” George holds me tighter. Soon all of my tears come out. I don’t cry much. I’ve been told it was a weakness. But here, right now, with my mate…it’s all I can do. I slowly start to realize that tears aren’t weakness, they are a symbol. A symbol of power and strength and most of all, a symbol of compassion. 3 key features of a Luna.