Luna Lillian

The water droplets drip from the dense grey sky like they merely cannot think of anything better. A small hand reaches out from under the red umbrella feeling the light sprinkles. Taking several blinks, his chocolate eyes scan the surrounding, from shimmering wet leaves to the smoky fire chimney. He snuggles a bit deeper into his sizable red raincoat as his grip on the umbrella tightens. He reveals a broad smile as his eyes meet with a puddle. Splash! His mischievous eyes made contact with another one. Splash! “Master Nickolas, please stop jumping in puddles. You will get sick,” his babysitter said with pleading eyes. “But Miss Jackie! I’m fine! I’m a wolf!” He howls in the rain. Me-ow. Nickolas hears a weak little meow and instantly stops howling. Turning his head towards the sound, he saw a small brown kitten lying in the corner of a building, curling itself up for comfort. He walks cautiously towards the trembling kitten, not once removing his eyes. Inside of him, he feels this attraction; this indescribable urge to hold and protect this fragile creature. He squats down, tilting his head ever so slightly, analyzing it. The little kitten lets out another sound, but it was weaker than the last. Opening its eyes, immediately Nickolas is captivated by its striking deep blue eyes. Exhausted, it closes its eyes. Nickolas drops his umbrella and gently scoops up the soak kitten. He brought the kitten closer to his chest, “Are you okay, kitty?” “Master Nickolas! Put that cat down! It’s been lying on the street! It’s dirty!” Jackie said in a frantic voice as she positioned her umbrella over Nickolas’s head. “B-But Miss Jackie. She will die if I leave her here. P-Please, can I take her back?” He said in a shaky sad voice as tears form in his eyes. “Master Nickolas, your parents, won’t be happy if you brought home a cat,” she said in a worried voice. Werewolves don’t particularly enjoy the presence of cats. “I’ll convince mommy and daddy! I promise you won’t get in any trouble!” After several minutes of debating, Jackie nods her head in approval. Nickolas beams her a smile showing every single tooth he can offer her. He zips down his raincoat and places the wet kitten inside. “Don’t worry, kitty. I’ll protect you from now on,” he whispers. He doesn’t understand why, but her smell relaxes him. As they walked back, he couldn’t stop staring at her. At that moment, he swears on his life; he would do anything to keep her safe. The door opened and Nickolas went inside. “Oh, dear Nick! Why are you wet?” His mother frantically ran towards him. His father shot a glare at Jackie as she bows to him slightly in apology. “It’s not Miss Jackie’s fault. It’s because I pick up a friend,” Nick said in a low tone as he reveals the small shivering kitten inside his jacket. His father shook his head, “Oh, Nick, no.” “But daddy! If I don’t, she is going to die!” He screams as tears roll down his puffy red cheeks. “Having a pet is a large responsibility,” his mother said as she glances at his father with pleading eyes. “I’ll take care of her! I promise! Please call someone! She isn’t feeling well!” he cries. After several moments, his father nodded and pulled out his phone. Five minutes later, the pack doctor came into the house. “I’m a doctor, not a veterinarian,” the man said in a tired tone. “You’re a werewolf doctor. You’re basically a veterinarian”, the little boy’s father snaps. The doctor rolls his eyes as he kneels towards the small shivering kitten. He held his stethoscope towards her chest, to listen to the faint heartbeat. After, he would check her tiny body. “The kitten is fine. She is just cold and malnourished. She needs rest, warmth, and food. Probably a bowl of warm milk. I will look up some medications for her,” he responds. “Thanks, Sam,” the father said, patting him on the back. “No problem Alpha Brendan.” Alpha Brendan nods and Sam left. Nickolas ran down the stairs, in new clothes. He rushed towards the kitten. Instantly, he jumps on the couch and picks her up. Nickolas holds the trembling kitten, cradling it in his small arms. A broad smile planted on his face as he stares at her. “What are you going to name her?” His mother asks. He tapped his chin, “Lillian! But I’ll call her Lulu! Everyone else calls her Lillian!” He said in his most serious tone, pointing a tiny stern finger at everyone earning short giggles from them. His eyes trail down towards Lulu, and another smile makes its appearance. “I’ll protect you from now on. No more hurting because you’re mine, Lulu. I love you, my little kitty,” he whispers into her ears. Little does young Nickolas know, the tiny kitten in his arms is the source of his happiness and sorrow. She will be the reason he is living, the reason he is breathing. Nonetheless, he had never regretted any choices he had made for her.