The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

Scott looked around the hole for the last time before concluding that it was dead.

A shiver ran down his spine but he tightened his fists and walked away. Some animals came to him but he just moved like he didn’t know what happened.

A small bird perched on his hair, trying to call his attention, but he brushed it away. They’d be all the curious on what killed the squirrel.

It was a normal thing to die in the forest but not in this case.

Whatever killed the squirrel was surely not a normal animal. The squirrel was old and weakly and such animals are usually left to die before eaten.

It was among the Alpha’s law of the jungle. So whoever did that was an intruder. And could possibly not be an animal as there isn’t even footsteps or carcasses left.

Scott looked behind him carefully to be sure he wasn’t being followed before going into the hidden cave.

The last thing he wanted was anyone finding his last hide out especially now he had Lunas.

“I shouldn’t take them as Lunas though, right?” he asked his wolf, Walt.

Walt said nothing. He hardly spoke back to Scott these days. It had been a long time Scott changed to his wolf form. Walt must have been bored out.

A small creek sound made him turn swiftly. He sensed someone watching him from up a tree.

He was inside his cave haven so whoever it was would surely be one of the three sisters. He felt un bothered and collapsed inside the lake.

“How come you girls are good at climbing trees?” he tried to strike a conversation with whoever.

There was a small sound of clearing voice. Scott rose from the lake. That wasn’t a girl’s voice. It was deep and cranky.

“You could get cold if you swim” a deep voice answered. A small blonde head boy jumped down from the tree.

Scott pulsed increased, he stared at him for a while. How did someone get inside here? His pulse reduced as he saw the boy wasn’t with any weapon.

“Who is he? You must be wondering, right? What is he doing here?” the boy strolled towards the stream.

Scott shook his head. He was sure he had seen the boy somewhere before but was also sure he hasn’t. Was this the intruder that had killed the old squirrel?

He leapt out of the lake, scaring the boy. He brought out a small knife from behind him.

“Yes who are you and what are you doing here?” Scott advanced towards him.

The boy seemed distraught, trying not to look at the knife, “Um… please. I’d answer you, just place the knife away. I ha-hate knives, please” he kept on moving backwards till he hit the tree.

Scott lowered the knife but immediately, the boy sent him flying back inside the lake. The knife fell off his hands. Scott felt his back crack from the kick.

Walt began growling inside him and his claws were coming out but then the boy shouted that he was “Lydia’s brother”.

Walt sank back in immediately. Scott recalled Evelyn’s earlier discussion about a younger brother coming.

He had accepted hoping the boy would stay with him in his room. But what he was looking at was a lethal animal. How was he to live with such.

“I am Han. Sorry about the kick. I hate knives so much. They give me traumas” the boy apologized. His eyes were almost watering but he wiped them off.

Scott softened. Arrows gave him traumas too. Everyone had a weakness. Doesn’t mean he’d send anyone with an arrow flying across the sky.

“I knew you were coming. You’d have made a proper introduction instead of a…” Scott swallowed his remaining words when he saw the boy was no longer listening but looking around.

“Make yourself comfortable” he said instead and left to his cave.

The three sisters were hiding behind a cave watching the dialogue. Lydia’s jaw was still dropped from seeing Han’s powerful kick.

And then he said he was her brother. Wasn’t that putting her in trouble? And didn’t he know she wasn’t his only sister.

“That kick was powerful, wasn’t it?” Evelyn smiled to her sisters. Margaret disapproved as she frowned.

“Look at the bright side. Scott met our brother and he doesn’t seem to have a problem with him staying here” Lydia shrugged.

“And our brother doesn’t seem like he would be needing our help defending himself. Thanks to those monks powerful kungfu training” Evelyn nudged Margaret. She still looked upset so didn’t react.

“We are complete now” Lydia breath in the fresh air around the cavern. It was like living in a colorful garden, safe from vicious predators.

“What do you mean no?” Scott voice made her turn towards his direction. He was looking angrily at Han. Evelyn and Margaret were there already.

“No, I didn’t kill any old squirrel” Han said and rushed begun Lydia as she came.

“Why are you yelling at him?” Evelyn clenched her fists.

“What’s wrong? What squirrel?” Margaret asked Scott softly.

He explained how a mysterious death of a squirrel was keeping the animals on their toes. And this had happened only after they had come to live with him.

He had assumed it was Han who accidentally killed it. If not Han, then it’d be a bigger issue if some intruder was at the forest.

“Who cares about some dead squirrel? This is a forest. Animals die” Lydia couldn’t get a point.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Scott explaining that it was old and should die naturally according to the law of the forest, all sounded like ‘blah-blah’ to her.

“So the animals are blaming us?” Evelyn stressed on the ‘animals’ while rolling her eyes.

Like which was crazier. An old squirrel’s death being investigated or animals blaming she and her sisters for it.

Scott face palmed, “You know what, forget it. Sorry for yelling Han. I got frustrated. You guys don’t get it. You’re not werewolves anyway” and Scott left.

“We are glad we’re not” Lydia whispered.

Margaret heard it and frowned, “Let’s be more understanding. We are his Lunas, you know?”.

“Lunas? What’s that?” Han asked peeking from Lydia’s back.

“None of your business. And you better not have killed the squirrel!” Margaret yelled at Han. He retreated back behind Lydia and Evelyn, surprised, slapped Margaret on her shoulders.

What was clocking in Margaret’s eighteen year old brain?