The Reluctant Luna

Where am I?

It's dark. I can see the moon light bouncing off a lake full of water. It is the only light that I have to see by. I am running. Running as fast as I can go.

I can feel the fear and panic start pumping through my veins as I trip and fall over a log.

I quickly pick myself up and begin running again, as fast as I can, until I feel as though my lungs are going to explode.

I have a long, beautiful wedding gown on, which is now ripped and dirty. I'm trying to get to a road or find some sign of life. There has to be something ahead. I have been running for what feels like forever, but in reality, its only been 15 or 20 minutes.

I wince as I feel the twigs cracking under my bare feet and my heart almost stops when I hear someone running after me. I repeatedly try to shift into my wolf, but I can't. My heart starts pounding so loud, it sounds like a train in my ears, and I let out a scream as I feel someone grab me.

The scream woke me out of my sleep, and I sit up, covered in sweat and breathing hard.

I have been having the same dream every night for the past week, and I have no idea why or what it signifies. I try to convince myself that it's just fear or some sort of wedding jitters, but I can't stop the feeling of impending doom that comes along with the dream. It means something. It has to. I have dreams sometimes that don't mean anything, but with this one being on repeat, it seems ominous. A warning, of some sort.

I have dreams and visions on a regular basis, but one of the most confusing elements of this dream is the dress. I am getting married next week, but the dress in my dream is not the dress that I have picked out for my wedding.

“Abbi, are you okay?” My sister comes busting into the room. Her room is next to mine, but our rooms are sound proof. So that tells me that, Ava must have felt something through our bond, that let her know something was wrong.

“Yes, I’m fine” I state, even though I'm still fighting to catch my breath.

My sister, Ava, is aware of the dreams that I've been having. Ava and I are twin sisters. We have a deep-rooted connection, and can always feel what the other is feeling through our bond, especially if we are upset or feeling pain. Strong emotions come through the most vividly. The first time I had the dream, Ava asked me about it, before I even had the chance to tell her. She also thinks more is at play, then just wedding jitters, but can't explain why I'm wearing a different dress in the dream either.

I fling the blankets off and sit up on the side of the bed. I take in a few deep breaths to try to slow my racing heart.

My name is Abbigail Leigh Ann Dash, and my sister is Ava Rose Dash. We are identical twins and look exactly alike. The majority of people struggle to tell us apart, but the people closest to us, claim that we are not completely identical, and there are small differences that help them tell us apart. Most people only see them after they have known us for awhile though.

Ava and I both have long midnight black hair and beautiful bright green eyes. We have glowing, naturally tan skin, and a tiny light brown beauty mark right above the corner of our top lip. We are short, barely reaching 5’1 with slender but curvy bodies.

For werewolves, we are definitely on the small side. Most she-wolves are at least 5'4-5'5 or taller, but we just weren't blessed in that department. It doesn't matter though because we were blessed in many other ways. We take after our Mother, who was small but definitely fierce.

When we were little, we resembled each other close enough to switch places and play tricks on others. However, as we got older, we have grown into our own individual styles and personalities. Ava is more of the girly one out of us. She loves to play with her hair and makeup and dress nicely. Whereas, I prefer to put my hair in a messy bun, with no makeup, and throw some sweatpants on.

Of course, being the only daughters of a prominent businessman, and an Alpha, I do not always get this luxury. A lot of times, I am expected to look “the part” as I have been told plenty of times over the years.

I get up and start getting ready for my day. I try not to let it, but my mind keeps wondering back to my dream. I am not sure of the location, which is another thing that worries me and makes me kind of nervous. I know the land around my packhouse like the back of my hand and the area in my dream is something that I have never personally seen before. The gown is also vastly different from the gown I have picked out for my wedding. I kept it simple. A plain cream-colored dress, with a scoop neckline, and a pretty design stitched around the edges of the dress. It is not the poufy, over the top gown that my sister tried to talk me into, but it's enough for me. The gown in my dream is figure-hugging, off the shoulders, and has diamonds encrusted around the neckline. I feel like it's actually much more Ava's style then mine. But I know it has to be me in the dream, and not my sister.

It also worries me that I'm unable to shift in my dream and once again, I find myself hoping that it is merely a dream, and not a vision of what's to come. That's the last thing I need.

After finishing up, I walk outside, and take a quick run around the property in my human form. It's Monday morning and usually I would be heading to training, but I already asked my dad for some extra time off this week to help prepare for the wedding.

My dad insists that Ava and I train every morning right along with the men. He claims that even though we are women, and have big strong men around us all the time, we have to be ready for anything. I definitely agree with him. As the daughters of the Alpha, and future pack leaders ourselves, we are expected to be able to hold our own. And truth be told, I enjoy training anyways. It can be brutal at times, but its a great way to stay in shape and to let off some stress.

If I'm upset about something, training is my number one go to. I usually head for the training area first and then the gym. My sister is a close second, but as much as I love her, nothing can beat the rush of adrenaline I get while sparring or beating the crap out of the nearest punching bag. There is literally nothing else like it.

I shift and take a run through the forest as well for about an hour. Afterwards, I shift back and do some light stretching before heading back into the house. My stomach is growling like crazy and highly protesting the fact that I have not eaten yet. Another one of my favorite things to do! Eat!

I run upstairs and get a quick shower. Then throw some yoga pants on and a T-shirt before heading back downstairs with one thing on my mind. Bacon!!!