Werewolf Compilations

Chapter 107

My eyes wander forward to see Theodore walking towards the house. He's dressed nice, and my mind

shifts back to the gathering. "I'll see you in a bit, alright?" James says, sending me off.

"Okay."

I glance back at the house, back at James as he stands at the door, watching us walk away. I follow

Theodore to wherever the gathering is, and he doesn't say a word to me. Needing to be in a good

mood for this, I try and lift the awkward silence. "At least I'm going with the plans this time."

I wait for his agreement, but he continues on.

"Hey, I'm sorry about what happened with Claire. I shouldn't have crossed that boundary."

Theodore peers back, not showing much emotion. "Well she's going to be at the gathering, so let's try

and keep a distance this time."

I throw my head back, staring up at the moon as it ducks behind clouds. I swear, the moon goddess

hates me. This may be one of the few things Julianna and I have in common.

It takes a few more minutes to arrive at the building, one similar to where the gatherings were held at

my own pack. As expected, the inside is cluttered with white tablecloths, glasses of wine, young people

and sparkling dresses, everyone dolled up to look their best if meeting their future. Theodore scans the

room before diving inside, and I jump in his splash, not wanting to handle this alone again. At least

someone is here to keep me from the alcohol.

Theodore is cautious, probably on the lookout for his sister, and I spot a very comforting table tucked in

the back. Grabbing his arm, I lead him to the table and he watches me as I take a needed seat. "Don't

you want to dance or converse or I don't know, talk about the other girls or something?" He sits down

beside me and I nearly laugh.

"No, Theodore. I have a specific way of handling these kinds of things."

"By not handling it?"

I scoff. "Yes? Look, this just isn't my preferred pack activity. Dresses and talking and dancing and

flirting and mates and all of it just isn't for me."

Theodore leans back, looking quite curious. "I thought you'd enjoy this, being the Luna and all."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, every girl here dreams of being in your position. Most Luna's just walk around and greet people,

rubbing it in their faces."

I fight back a smile. "That's terrible."

He shrugs. "After all their backstabbing, I'd take a victory lap."

I give him an amused look.

"Hey, I can't stop Claire from rambling about her issues. Sometimes I overhear things."

"Well, I'm not very outgoing."

Theodore scans over the crowd again. "So what do you do at these things then?"

I shrug. "Get drunk. It makes it all go by faster."

A smile comes to his face, and I can't help but smile myself. He gets up and leans toward a man

carrying a platter of glasses and grabs two. He sits back down and places one in front of me. "Aren't Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

you supposed to watch me and make sure I don't get myself into trouble?"

Theodore sighs and takes a sip. "I trust you."

Together we sit back and swipe wine glasses and rant about stupid things like the gathering and finding

mates and the plummet of expectations. After a bit, I ask, "So you haven't found your mate?"

He shakes his head. "Not yet."

"What if she's here?"

He waves me off. "I would have known already."

"Maybe we should double check."

I get up and force Theodore with me, abandoning our empty glasses and venturing off into the crowd.

With our arms linked, and with my newly gained courage, I approach a random group of girls. "Good

evening. I'm your Luna, Rae East, and this is my personal guard, Theodore. I thought I'd come

introduce myself to the pack members."

One of the girls speaks up, "Wait, Alpha Grant found his mate?"

The others look at me with judgmental eyes. "Yes," I carry on, the only way by amusing myself. "It was

a pleasure to meet you girls," I mutter, wanting to move on and not even asking their names. I yank

Theodore as I move on. "So it wasn't one of them?"

"No," he laughs. "But maybe you should use an accent like you're British. I think they'd be even more

intimidated."

I roll my eyes and bring us to a new group, this time with boys in the mix. "Ello—I mean, hello," I even

cough a little and Theodore tries to escape, but I hold onto him. "I'd like to introduce myself as your

Luna—yes Alpha Grant found his mate, and yes, it is me." I glance up at Theodore and he shakes his

head, telling me his mate isn't here. "Well, goodbye."

We hurry off like two children and I pull us towards more people, but Theodore holds back. "This is

ridiculous."

"No, I think it's working."

"Oh really?" He says dramatically and grabs another glass from a person walking by with a tray. "I don't

think so."

"One more," I smile, holding in my laughs, trying to be serious. "If she's not in this group, we'll stop."

He sighs and drags me to the people. "Hello, I'd like to introduce myself as your—" I immediately stop

when I look up and come in contact with Claire. Her eyes are wide and Theodore swiftly straightens up.

"Oh, I didn't mean—" Before I can defend myself, I flinch as Claire lunges toward me and her drink

splashes all over my dress, chest, neck, and face. I freeze and gape as I look over the red wine.

"Claire!" Theodore scolds.

"Are you serious?" I breathe out, fuming. This mixed with all of my wine can't be good for me or her.

"Who do you think you are?" Theodore grabs my arm but I yank it away. "No, I don't think you

understand, Claire. Forget James, forget all of it, I am your Luna. Who do you think you are throwing

your drink at your Luna?"

Theodore pulls me back and Claire turns away with a glare, disappearing into the crowd.

"She can't do that! I'm her Luna!"

Theodore brings me to the door, everyone's eyes glued to the scene. "Come on, we're leaving now."

"She should leave, not me! Let go! Theodore, let go of me!"