"RENTAL LUNA makes sure that all of our candidates are thoroughly trained and tested before going out into the field. When you bring a RENTAL LUNA into your home or organization, you can do so with confidence. LUNA ACADEMY graduates undergo rigorous training in etiquette, public speaking, and martial arts, as well as a more intimate education. They are ready to serve you day or night, in EVERY capacity." Statement from June Weaver, President and CEO of RENTAL LUNA.
[Apple] Sylvester seems so happy, but all I feel is terror. I'm not a real wolf. What am I going to do in an agency full of alpha-class she-wolves? They'll smell my weakness a mile away.Not only that, the Alpha didn't ask me what I wanted to do. He just signed me up for classes as if my opinion didn't matter. "No," I pinch my lips as I grab my cup of water and take a sip. The miniature rose bush in the center of the table shakes as I set the glass down with too much force. "I have classes this afternoon. I can start tomorrow." "Skip class, get your friends to give you notes," he brushes off my concern as he takes a bite of his steak sandwich. "Problem solved." I close my eyes and repeat, “No." Why isn't he listening to me? He's always so stubborn. As I open my eyes, I cross my arms in frustration, accidentally knocking the rose bush over, leaving a trail of dirt and muck behind as I scoop the plant back into its overly fancy pot. Carefully, I replace the dirt, apologizing to t
[Sylvester]Our blended scents warming on my skin gives me a sense of calm I have never experienced before. It's like a drug, a dangerous, addictive drug.I wasn't being entirely truthful when I said I needed her to smell like me. I needed us to smell like one another. I crave her scent on my skin."We were so close to mating her," Rufus grumbles, disappointed that we hadn't taken our scent marking further. "All we needed was 5 more minutes.""She said no sex," I remind him. "No means no." "Something tells me she may be persuaded to change her mind," he flashes me a memory of her panting as I licked her nipple, her hands buried in my hair. The way her body ground into mine, our most intimate spots separated by the barest of barriers. "She was so close to saying yes."Groaning, I grow harder as I remember the salty sweetness of her skin between my teeth. I want to devour her, to lick her core until she melts in my hands."She tastes so sweet," Rufus licks his lips. "I wonder how she t
[Apple]Alexis is leaning over the reception desk as she screams, "Get your boss on the line, NOW! Or so help me I'll..." "Ms. Greystone, I told you, Ms. Weaver is not available, and I..."Alexis leans in far enough that only the tip-toe of one of her very high heels is still on the ground. "I know what you said, but you need to do as I said," she elongates her words, over-enunciating very loudly, and very slowly. "I. WANT. TO. TALK. TO. YOUR. BOSS."Her jasmine scent is cloying, making me gag as I remember how it tastes in the back of my throat when mixed with the added aroma of her urine. Hearing me cough, Alexis spins around. "What are YOU doing here?""Taking a refresher course," Rudy raises his eyebrow, answering on my behalf while also creating a barrier of muscle between us. "A better question is, why are you here harassing this poor woman?""I'm simply making a request," Alexis stands up straighter adjusting her suit jacket. There is a carpet burn on the right side of her che
[Apple]The alley is dark and cold. I don't know this part of town, I'm not sure where I'm going, all I know is that I need to get away from those women. Wandering, I let my feet take me down this narrow, dark space, onto the bright street, and around again until I end up somewhere completely different.My chest feels tight and my head is heavy. I don't know where I am, and in this moment I don't care."They hate me," I kick a rock and watch it skip into a puddle. "Of course they do. I'm a complete fraud." The air is cold, clean, and moist. It must have rained while I was inside because all of the surfaces were a little damp, including a small broken chair leaning up against a wall. It makes a squelching sound as I sit, not caring if the water leaks into my sweatpants or not. Closing my eyes, I place my face in my hands. Folding in half, I let everything go--every fear, every heartbreak, every moment of uncertainty pours from me, as I consider everywhere I've been and what I'm being
[Sylvester][Earlier that evening]The world went dark when I arrived and found her gone. "What do you mean?" I demanded of the receptionist, a too-blonde woman with a frozen smile. "How did you lose my Luna?""We...we sent you a message...I'm so sorry Alpha..." Her brown eyes are large and teary, "She never showed up for her second class. She just walked out the back door and...""RUDY!" I screamed as I marched through the halls looking for my Beta. "APPLE!" My heart is beating so hard and so loud that I can feel it vibrating through me as my stomach turns. Where did she go? I can't smell her. "Sir, please calm down." the perky blonde begged as she followed after me, her shoes clicking behind her. "We've already looked everywhere. Your Beta is now outside looking for her and...""I was told she'd be safe here," I growl and the woman shrinks away. "I was trusting you all with her safety. She's my, she's my...""We were hoping you could connect to her through your bond," the girl shri
[Apple]I cannot remember a time when I last slept so deeply and felt so safe.Most of the memories of my life before my mother met and married Doc Addams are a blur. All I have are small memories of that time, like the smell of her body and her warmth wrapped around me as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. She always smelled like mint and fresh-cut wildflowers. Waking up next to Sylvester feels so similar, but different in so many ways. Firstly, I do not remember ever sleeping with my mother nude. Nor did she have biceps large enough to be pillows. Or a downy chest to warm my face. She didn't smell like evenings resting by a fire while drinking green tea. And she didn't purr contentedly like a giant cat while she slept. And yet both moments feel like home. But I shouldn't let myself get too comfortable. Despite what seems to be mutual attraction, at the end of the day, I'm just a fake Rental Luna pretending to be his true love and fated mate in a ridiculous plan to help Sy
[Apple]In a flustered huff, I stomp towards the booth. If I had claws they'd be drawn now, ready to slash those posters to pieces.How embarrassing. It's bad enough that I am a Rental Luna, but to have my business spread around campus. "They can't do that," I point to the cutouts of me grinning out at us in a way that suggests AI may have been involved. "They can't just use my image to sell their product! Service! Whatever!!"Rudy holds me back with gentle hands. "I'm sorry Luna, but they can.""What?" I gape at him, aghast. "I never gave permission for ...for...this!" I shout and the woman at the table flinches. I forget sometimes how clear werewolf hearing can be. Even from a distance, they can likely hear everything. As he turns me towards the Botany department, he explains that Rental Luna has owned the right to use my image from the moment I joined their academy officially. "It was part of the deal we had to make to get you set up quickly and discreetly within their system," he
[Apple]A week goes by and I see no sign of Hazel or Thorne. I even stopped by the apartment to drop off the deed, but they weren't home. Using my key, I unlocked the door and left the deed on their dining room table. It came back two days later, addressed to me. I cried for two days. I miss my friends. I haven't told Sly what happened between us, but I get the feeling he can sense my sadness. He keeps leaving little treats for me before he leaves for work. "It's time for another round of classes," Sly declares as he hops out of bed and kisses me soundly. Even though we aren't officially dating, not really, he's taken to kissing me in the mornings. It felt weird at first but now...now it feels natural. Rudy picks me up an hour after Sly leaves and takes me to my Luna classes, despite my protests. I've been a bit nervous to return since I ran away, but the Alpha insists I try again. "I wouldn't ask if it weren't important," he frowned when I brought up never returning. Unable to be
[Apple]I should have known he’d be the one who would find me first. Of all the wolves in Crescent City, he has always been the one looking out for me. From the very beginning our bond has been strong.He really is the very best Beta a pack could have.“Luna,” Rudy gasps, doing his best to bow while holding his side as he leans against a wall. “Thank Goddess I found you!” Stepping out of the shaddows of the alleyway, the first thing I notice is that Crescent City has changed. Since stepping through the portal to arrive in my great-grandmother's shop, I've spent all my time back here underground in Haven. Haven, if anything seems even more bustling than normal, full to the brim with witches wanting to keep their families safe with the disaster happening live on TV. But here on the surface, everything is unnaturally quiet and still. The shop fronts are abandoned, stuck in a state of unchanging, forever trapped in sales from last month. The streetlights are blinking red and a few pie
[Apple] No. I can't breathe. There is no way that anyone in that room is going to survive. I'm going to be a widow before I have a chance to be a wife. The wolves holding whips jump to the front of the line at first, swinging like mad until one by one they begin to fall, and the remaining defenders, afraid for their own lives, turn tail and run in the opposite direction. But the cowards soon discover that all of the exits are barred, the bodies of the living dead, wandering, mindless rogues poisoned by some drug, push at every door and window. The courtroom is like a box of cookies, and the rogues already have their hands inside. It's only a matter of time before they are all consumed by those wolves' insatiable hunger. "This is April McKaine coming live to you from the courthouse," the frazzled reporter whispers into a camera whose cameraman has either fled or fallen. The camera is tilted to the side as she hides under a bench, her fine white suit blemished with dirt and bl
[Sylvester]The sting of Chancy's whip burns more than just my body--it sets fire to my mind, searing my soul as I fall into memories from an almost forgotten moment of my childhood. [18 years ago]We were a small collective, just twenty wolves. No alpha and no lands, so we couldn't be called a pack. We were all rejects, wolves that didn't fit anywhere else, so we were forced to wander from pack to pack, begging for whatever charity they might have. For lack of a better term, we were rogues. My mother tried her hardest to make the best of things but I could see it wearing her down. My father had been her fated mate, as unfortunate as that was for her because he was an alpha and could afford to reject her. She, on the other hand, couldn't handle the separation, and while she kept up a brave face for me, after three years away from our pack, a place I can't even remember, she had withered, her omega body unable to handle the strain of a broken connection. So like many of the other ro
[Apple] Every day I watch my mate dragged into that courtroom and placed on that podium, center stage in a ridiculous farse of a fair trial. Sylvester never stood a chance of defending himself. His fate was sealed before he stepped foot in that room. Despite Sly Sterling being a werewolf, all of Haven is watching the proceedings with bated breath, and while there have been some comments about how the wolf "deserves whatever foul future he receives," there are more voices saying "His mate is one of us and he stood by her." When I walk around town, people recognize my face from the proceedings and bow in reverence. The girl who is a witch and dared to love the Alpha King--Granddaughter of the Coven Mistress and a Thorpe! Such a prestigious background with such powerful allies. In a way, he's become a bit of a hometown hero. One of Crescent City's own defending the rights of all of us, not just wolfkind. "It's time," Thorne, turns on the television. The screen focuses on a
[Alexis]I've been trying to keep him safe, and still, he chooses her. That weak, sniveling, useless girl. She doesn't know how to be a Luna, she hardly knows how to take care of herself. What is the use of having so much power at your disposal if you cannot use it as it is intended?I can't let my uncle see the rest of this footage. "Erase it," I tell my old delta, "Wipe the record clean. Nobody should see this...ever. Do you understand?""Yes Luna," he bows, still loyal after all these years away. "As you command."I have given Uncle Chancy an edited version of the tape from the clinic where the botched procedure created the opportunity we needed to finally topple Sylvester. The footage shows Apple strapped to the table. It shows her idiot human boyfriend demanding that she be cut without anesthesia. Fool. If he had just been more patient, and let things happen as they should, she wouldn't have awakened. The light that shone from her immediately grew so bright that it blinded the
[Sylvester]The first day of the trial was long and ardorus. I am exhausted mind, body, and soul. Several alphas came forward, each with their own evidence against me. The first, of course, was Clancy, who presented the case, standing up in court declaring he had proof of my guilt, that I've broken my bond as Alpha. His testimony was followed by the head of Rental Luna and the Alpha from Arc de Lune. All saying the same thing. "Alpha Sterling forced us to lie. His Luna isn't a real wolf." My status as Alpha is tenuous at this point, awaiting the end of the trial. Although nobody in the courtroom doubts the conclusion--I will soon be a rogue again. The march back to my cell was solemn. The room that they placed me in was in the basement of the city center, where all the criminals were housed as they awaited trial. Due to my status, the guards shoved me into the corner cell, one that looked more like a room and less like bars and bricks. "For privacy, " the guard explains, "Due to yo
[Apple]“What is it, child?” Araminta stands, setting the book down beside me. “Calm yourself and come in. Tell us what it is.”Thorne walks across the room and removes a decorative piece of fabric on a high shelf to reveal an old TV covered in dust with a small remote control on the platform next to it. As he presses the small silver button we all stand back. Slowly the screen comes into focus. We don’t need to search to find what we are looking for because what we need to see is on every channel. A trial, not just any trial, but according to the news “The biggest trial since the War Crimes Tribunal” after the Witch Wars. A small, mousy blonde with large eyes and a larger mouth dominates the screen as she gazes directly into the camera. She is wearing a yellow suit dress that contrasts brightly against the cool gray marble of the Moon River City Courthouse, her hair pulled back from her face in a tight bun. On her hand is a large ring, signifying her pack status as a Luna. Very lik
[Apple] The dusty old tome creaks as the old witch opens its worn, leather spine. "As Coven Mistress," she pauses to explain, that as the elder-most witch in the collective, she is the one the rest turn to in times of need. "I keep track of the lineages, or what's left of them since the war. Before we started killing one another, wolves and witches intermarried and raised families together in large, joint communities. At our core, we witches and wolves aren't so much a different species but two sides of the same coin, genetic siblings. It wasn't so uncommon once for witches to be born with a second form, or wolves with the ability to cast marvelous spells." The nostalgia in her eyes has me wondering again just how old she really is. How long do witches live? Is it that much longer than humans? "But then things started to change," the old witch sighs. "As they always do. We didn't need places like Haven, and they didn't always live in massive packs--that's something that came later.
[Apple]"I miss him." Blinking awake, I stare up into the faces of my friends, Hazel and Thorne, who look at me with a mixture of relief and deep concern before looking up at one another and sharing the non-verbal communication of expressions and gestures I've grown familiar with after being around the twins for so long. They're both worried about me. Not just worried, terrified. How much did they see? Do they know that I tore those men apart?"Apple, how do you feel," Hazel places a tentative hand on my forehead, her cold knuckles tapping me gently as she checks for a fever. Everything hurts. My hands, my back, my legs, and my heart. I tell them as much and their worried expression deepens. Hazel looks over my shoulder and I turn to see Araminta standing at a cauldron like a classical witch, mist billowing around her shoulders as she stirs something hot in a deep cast iron pot. Seeing me watching her, the corners of her eyes crinkle as the light twinkles off a pair of half-moon s