They wouldn't tell me. Not there, not until they knew they could trust me, which was really just a lame excuse. Derek was an Alpha, he could silence me anytime he wanted. Instead, they invited me to supper that night to "meet the family." There, they would explain what I was allowed to know at the moment. And I would just have to deal with it.
Mom had work to take care of out of town, meaning she had the car and I had to walk. I'd dressed in one of my nicer outfits (only owning jeans, hoodies, and tank tops for the most part) and pulled my hair back into a ponytail. I made sure to check myself in Mom's full mirror before leaving the house.
The black slacks were loose and my blue V-neck had long enough sleeves that the major bulk of my arms were covered. A small gold chain with a heart on it rested on my collar bone, one of the only pieces of jewelry I owned. It was a gift from dad before he left. The only thing I really called mine.
I was just about to walk out the door when I caught myself at side-view. With my hair pulled back, the long, white scar on my right cheek was visible. I ran a finger over it before letting my hair fall into my face. There was no need for anyone to see it.
Nick's house wasn't a house. With its large doors and stone walls it was a castle, complete with mote. Okay, so it was a duck pond, but still. I tapped up the stone walk in my low heels and I couldn't stop myself from looking around in awe. Of course he was rich.
The grass was cut into neat diamond shapes and there were pear trees spaced around the walk. I'd never been to a house this nice, and was starting to rethink turning tail ang going back home. I mean, I didn't have to know Nick's real name… Unfortunately, the front door opened before I could run and a woman with slick dark hair looked down at me.
"I'm guessing you're Luna," She said, closing the door behind her. "They're all out back," She told me, shifting the stake of plates in her arms.
"Let me—" I reached out to help her, but stopped as the plates started to levitate and spill around her.
"I've got it," She said with an almost smug smile and waved for me to follow her. The woman walked around to the side of the house without glancing at me again.
There were more trees around the house, creating an arched path to the back yard. Lights were strung through the braches, making the spinning plates glow; I was so bussing looking around that I almost bumped into the woman when she stopped. I got a glare shot at me and took two steps back, "Sorry."
The woman walked over to a table as the plates settled themselves down in front of the chairs and a cloud of silverware flew out of a holding cup and landed neatly on the table.
"Wow," I mumbled, stepping into the yard. There was a wooden privacy fence cutting it in half, but I could smell pool water on the other side. This side was delicate and elegant with fountains and sculptures and lanterns hanging from the trees. I felt like I'd fallen out of the real world and into a story book.
What real world? A voice rang in my head. The one where werewolves went to high school and eating utensils placed themselves like magic? Magic, that was a thought. If there were werewolves and necromancers why couldn't here be witches? It almost embarrassed me that I never thought of it before.
The back door opened up and a man came out, talking with Derek. He had to be Nick's dad, they looked too much alike for him to be anything else. But, neither of them looked anything like Derek. Did that mean he wasn't a werewolf, or…
"Luna," The man smiled, "I've heard so much about you. I'm Simon, Nick's father."
"Nice to meet you," I said, shifting a little from foot to foot and clamping my hands behind my back. Well, this wasn't awkward. I glanced over at the door they'd come out of, but couldn't see Nick. He couldn't leave me out to dry with his family. His mom already didn't like me.
No, something told me, not his mom. She smells too much like Simon. She's related to him, too. That was funny, a dad, an uncle and an… aunt? I could smell from here that it was only Nick left in the house, which meant no siblings, and no married couples.
"Nick's just finishing up some homework," Simon explained, "He—" a loud explosion cut him off and Simon closed his eyes, sighing through his nose.
"That," Nick said running out the door, "was not my fault. Aunt Tori switched up the powered duck feet and…" He saw me, "Oh, hi Luna."
"Um, Nick," I said, taking a step back, "your face is blue." This was all too weird, and I was a werewolf for God's sake.
"Dammit," Nick muttered, and then looked at his dad, "Sorry."
Simon just shook his head, "Go clean up, we're about to eat."
With one last look over at me, Nick nodded and disappeared. Oh, I couldn't wait for this night to be over, or at least make some since.
Sorry for the looong break on the story. I just moved to a new town 6 months ago, and before that I had to get caught up on a lot of reading and school work. I also want so say sorry for the awkwardness of this chapter, but I figured it would be best just to reintroduce everyone at once.
I'd like to thank error102893, Kqmagicgirl, and Chlerek-Lover-8 for the comments. Also feel free to give constructive criticism. I'm a big girl, I can take it. (Plus it's just fun to read)
PS I get a cookie! I spelled "necromancer" right with out looking it up! =D
