The Hunted Luna

Chapter 8 - Spa Day

IRENA

Saturday morning

I smile as I file my nails, thinking about last night. Dan is completely wrapped around my finger, and agrees with pretty much anything I suggest. Him and Sam are best friends, have been for years, and I've heard the rumours about how they have shared girls in the past. I just had to convince him that him and Sam sharing me was his idea, and he was all for it. He's discussing it with Sam later on tonight.

Now, f*****g two men at the same time isn't exactly my idea of a good time, but it is the only way I can get into the dungeons to see the rogue. Anthony will never entrust me with clearance for it, and I need to move fast. I need to be invited onto the floor, by people with clearance for it.

It's a dirty job, but someone has to bring Ama and that woman down a peg or two.

"Irena? Are you listening to me?" I snap out of my thoughts, honing in on Anthony looking at me, pissed off. "What did I just say?"

"...The security arrangements?" I ask, looking up at him.

A scowl briefly passes over his face as he looks down at me. "You will be working security on the walls at the front gate," he looks back up at the group of us who have agreed to this overtime. "There will always be at least 2 of you at every post at any given time. I trust you all to take your breaks to suit this, you all know the break rota for an 8 hour shift, don't be stupid with it. As long as there are two people on guard you can take your break. Everyone understand?"

A chorus of affirmations spreads around the room. "Perfect! You all know your assigned spots. A special dinner will be served at 5pm for you all in the ranked members dining hall so that you all have some decent food before your shift, so please head to that if you can. Thank you all again for covering this shift pattern, you can all go enjoy the rest of your day, grab some sleep, whatever you need to do. If you are working today your shift has been covered to allow you rest before tonight. Irena, if you could stay behind please."

Everyone stands up and heads out of the room, leaving Anthony and me alone. Once the door swings shut Anthony looks at me directly, anger flickering in the corner of his eyes. "Irena. When you asked for this promotion it did come with a six month trial period. You asked for this additional shift, and then you completely zoned out while I was going over the rota, ignoring everything I was saying. You are still on trial for this position, do you understand me?"

"Yes Gamma," I reply tersely, looking directly at him.

"If this happens again, if I don't believe you are taking this position seriously, you will be looking for another job within the Pack. Your previous job has been taken and I will not employ someone I cannot trust to take their job seriously. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Gamma," I reply, trying to keep my voice calm, unaffected.

"Good. You can go and relax before this evening. I will be doing the rounds this evening, checking how things are going so I assume you will see me later on at some point. Have a good day, Irena."

"You too Gamma, I say with a smile, standing up swiftly and exiting the room. That f*****g t**t. How dare he threaten me? Threaten my job? The sooner I got into the dungeons, the better. This Pack had gotten too big for it's boots.

It was time for it to be taken down a peg or two.

BLAIR

"Spa day!" I call out, arms linked with Essie and Sol. Darla, David's wife and female Delta of the Pack was also coming with us, as was Neil, as Darla hadn't really had a chance to hang out with us. "What are you getting done Sol?"

"I suppose get my nails done? I need to rewax, I know that much," she replies with a laugh. "And get my ends trimmed."

"You need the works!" Essie exclaims. "I've booked us all in for pretty much the entire morning. Manicure, pedicure, facial, full body massage, waxing and hair. The hair will be right at the end, so that it's fresh for the evening. I've also booked us in for makeup. This is your day, Sol. You need to be pampered and thoroughly relax before this evening."

"Oh Goddess, I didn't sign up for this," Sol replies with a snort. "This is going to be excruciating, isn't it?"

"It's certainly not Ama's choice for relaxation," Darla replies wryly. "You'll enjoy it though, I think. I promise." Darla shoots a smirk at Sol as her eyes widen in realisation to what she has signed up for, before she let's out a short laugh.

"Best get started then," Sol says, as we all walk into the spa together.

"What would you like done to your nails today?" Heather, my nail technician asks me.

"Navy?" I ask, looking down at my hands. Heather smirks, pulling out her polishes. "You have no idea how much navy we go through," she says laughing. I look over at Sol who is face down on a massage bed, making, quite frankly, noises I didn't ever want to hear her make. I think she likes spa days more than she thought she would. Navy on your toes as well?"

"You know it! Pack Pride and all!" I say with a wink, before bursting out into laughter. Neil is lying next to Sol getting a massage as well. The way the spa is set up is amazing, little rooms for each of the technicians, but then one large room for when multiple people came in as a party. "What are you getting Darla?"

"Green, it's David's favourite colour," she replies with a wink. Essie comes hobbling in from a different room- while we were all in the large room, waxing, for obvious reasons, still happened in one the smaller rooms.

"I will never get used to that feeling!" Essie moans, still walking like a sumo wrestler.

"You could just shave your bikini area," I say with a laugh as the technicians hide their smiles.

"This lasts longer and you don't get regrowth as bad," Essie replies with a grimace.

"True," I mused. Maybe I would get the full works when it was my turn to get waxed.

...

"How's it going Sol?" I ask, lifting my head up from the massage table to look at her.

"Yeh good, doesn't hurt half as much as Essie claims," Sol replies with a laugh as she walks back into the large room.

"Let's look at your nails again?" Sol walks over, wriggling her fingers in front of my face.

"These are lovely!" I cry out, impressed and disappointed I didn't think of it myself. Sol has went for a simple French manicure, but instead of white tips she has navy. It is simple, but effective.

"Thanking you kindly," Sol says, withdrawing her hands and heading over to the hairdressing chairs.

"Still just having a trim?"

"Yeh, but I may get it styled as well," Sol replies. "We'll see what happens."

SOLANA

"Do you like it?" Daphnee, my technician asks, slightly nervous.

"I absolutely love it," I say. "Genuinely. I've never seen my hair like this before." While my hair is generally a mass of wild curls, Merida style, but somehow Daphnee has managed to tame them into 1950's curls, gently falling down my back in waves. I had a nude cut crease with a simple cat eye, full red lips and a light blush on the back of my cheekbones. "You're now the only hairdresser I will ever go to!" Daphnee beams, a blush travelling up her cheeks at the compliment. I glance around the room, everyone else seems to be finishing up with their technicians at the same time. I hand her 1500NK as a tip, before standing up and smoothing down my clothes. "Everyone ready?" I ask, smiling at the gang.

"Mmhmm," Neil replies, standing up. He didn't get as many treatments as the rest of the gang so he's been reading a book for a while now. Everyone else stands up to leave and we head out, paying for our treatments and leaving tips with our respective technicians. We head out, Essie steering us straight to the escalators.

"Essie! I want to go and check on the kitchen and see how everything is going," I say, pulling my arms out of her surprisingly strong, steel grip.

"Nope. This is your day. You aren't stressing about anything, you aren't checking up on anything. From tomorrow, you'll be in charge of the entire Pack, along with Ama. Chill today. Stress tomorrow. OK?" Essie says, grabbing my arm and holding me in place as the elevator arrives.

Blair smiles at us as she heads off towards the kitchens. "I am going to go and see how everything is and how Maria is doing. See you all in a few hours!"

I smile at her retreating figure as Essie bundles me into the elevator, Neil and Darla getting off at their floor. When we get to Essies floor she pushes me out of the elevator door, propelling us in the direction of the living room. "We still have a few hours until we need to get dressed, it's only 3pm. Fancy watching some TV? Ama isn't allowed to see you until the ceremony now, so you're down here for a while."

I look up at her with a laugh, quickly running into the kitchen to grab a coke before we settle down on the couch. "Pass me the remote then," I say with a smirk, as we get comfy. I trawl through Netflix as we chat, waiting for my Ceremony to start in a few hours.