Page 51 of My Only Luna

Learning Something New

Scarlett

It’s a little later on and I walk down the packhouse hallway when I see Keira and her leeches standing at the game room doorway giggling and whispering about something.

Cocking my brow, I walk over and try to see past them but sadly I am the shortest here.

“He’s so fit.”

“I wonder who he is…”

I’m about to push past when I feel the chilling aura I instantly recognise now. Shoving through, I don’t care when the girls shout at me as I squeeze through and find the boy in question sitting on the sofa, his long legs sprawled in front of him, a frown on his face as he plays some shooting game on the PlayStation.

“Eww, Keira, he’s a kid,” I growl, repulsed.

“He doesn’t look like one. Stop lying!” she retorts in a loud whisper.

I freeze, before I look up at her, casting her a withering glare. “The fuck?”

“What? He’s probably near 18 anyway.”

“He’s 15! Now get the hell out or I swear I’ll tell Elijah you’re perving at a kid!” I snarl, feeling suddenly protective of the creepy dude on the sofa.

He doesn’t move an inch, as if he can’t even see or hear us, but that’s not possible when they do nothing to keep their voices down.

“What a buzzkill you are, Scarlett.”

“So annoying!” Keira adds as the three scuttle off.

I shake my head, about to leave the room when he speaks. “Now why the fuck would you go and tell them my age? I can handle older girls… I don’t think they can handle me,” he mutters.

I raise an eyebrow as I turn and look at him. “Well, you’re still a pup, go find someone your age.” I turn away when I pause, realising what I just said. “And I mean when you get home.”

He looks up at me with a smirk that looks more like a predator ready to kill his prey. “I’m sure you must have lots of 15-year-olds around here,” he taunts.

I glare at him, knowing he’s trying to rile me up. “No sane girl from this pack would go near you,” I growl. “I change my mind, Keira’s open game.”

Annoyed, I storm out of the game room, deciding I’ll make sure to tell Indigo to stay away from him.

“No fucking thanks.” I hear him mutter.

He’s a strange one, but there’s something about him that is not… normal. But I’m not one to say anything. I’m not normal either.

Later that evening, as promised, I go to the restaurant.It’s the only restaurant on pack grounds and because of that it is super busy most of the time.

However, lately it feels like I have rarely covered many shifts with everything that is going on.

The owners are an old werewolf couple. Although they don’t do as much around here anymore, they are always nearby making sure no one messes around and keeping order in place. Werewolves can get rowdy.

They’re both happy to see me and I thank them for understanding. Although it’s a weekday, today is another busy evening, so I get to work waitressing.

There is no uniform as it is a casual place, so I am dressed in black jeans and a white blouse with a few buttons left open from the top, paired with some studded heels. My tiny apron is wrapped around my waist, holding a notepad and pen that I never needed before. But since my mind-link is gone, and I can’t link with the cooks in the back, I need to write everything down for them.

“Are those ours, sugar?” David, the owner, calls from where he sits near the window, talking to some other elder werewolves. I walk over to put their mugs of hot drinks down in front of them.

“Yes, they are. And Claire wants you at the counter when you’re done,” I inform him as I turn around.

“Best hurry,” one of the other men says, “now that our Alpha Scarlett’s stated.” I give him a small smirk.

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