Alpha's Blind Luna novel Chapter 8

“What’s your favorite breakfast food?”

I smiled. “French toast. What’s your favorite hat?”

Logan laughed. “Fez.”

Laughing as well, I asked “A fez, really?”

He nodded. “I look damn good in a fez. Don’t knock it till you see it.”

We had been paying ’20 questions’ for an hour now. We were well past 20 questions and had moved on from the regular favorite color or candy.

“What was your mom like?” Logan was quiet for a bit before he asked.

I took a deep breath and leaned back in the seat. “From what I remember? She was like sunlight; you just wanted to be with her and soak up the warmth. But at the same time, she was the forest. Proud, mysterious, and magical. We used to take walks in the forest, just us. Sometimes she would take her wolf form, sometimes not, but we would alway go and walk.” It took me a minute to think of another question.

“I know the stories of how you took over the pack and that your parents died in a rogue attack. Was it hard?”

I could hear Logan chewing on his lip. “It was hard losing my parents. But I think had I wallowed and not had anything that I needed to step up into, it would have been harder. I was passed the title of Alpha at the worst possible point for our pack. Half of them had been wiped out by the rogues and the other half mourned for them. I think we all had to learn to adapt and it was hard but we came out stronger for it.”

There was silence that hung heavy from the topics, each in our own thoughts. It was already 11pm and still had an hour or so away from his pack. Tomorrow I would wake up in a completely new place, with all new people, and nothing that belonged to me other than the small box I brought. Tomorrow would be the start of something completely new and unknown. The thought popped up and I realized I was supposed to show up for my 3 month work stint.

“Oh shit!” I spurted out my tea.

“What? Whats wrong?” Logan had a slight panic sound.

“Can I borrow your phone?” I looked at him through Kia.

Morgan would worry so bad if I didn’t call him from our usual pickup spot.

Logan furrowed his brow. “Do you not have a cellphone?” I shook my head. “We will have to remedy that immediately.” He shifted in his seat and handed me his phone.

I looked at it, a black square. Where the hell were the numbers? How the hell was I supposed to use this? My confusion must have come off because he chuckled and tapped the screen and a photo of a sexy woman showed on the screen. I smirked and looked over at him.

“Fuck.” He was red as a tomato. “Just…Jesus fuck…the phone dial is on the right bottom corner. Just tap it.”

I held back the laughter, trying to make it more awkward for him as I tapped the corner. Conveniently placed on the sexy’s lady upper thigh. The number pad popped up and I dialed the number I knew by heart. Morgan was my Papa and was the closest thing I had to someone who would be my actual loving parent. He saved me from the streets when I was ten while working at the factory. We had been inseparable ever since.

The phone rang on the other end and I could see he was curious about who I was calling.