#c. luna

“I don’t have many rules,” Charlie states, finishing the tour of the home in the living room. “We’re all adults so I ask that we are respectful of each others time and space. Master bedroom, my room, is off limits as are the two rooms on the East side of the home as they belong to my daughters and my granddaughter. There are six other bedrooms to choose from over here on the West side of the house. Office is also off limits but everywhere else you are welcome to. You break it, you replace it. Use the last of the milk or eggs or whatever, please replace it or put it on the grocery list that’s on the fridge. I try to keep everything stocked up as alpha of the Crescents and owner of the pack house so be mindful of that. If you have any other questions please don’t hesitate to ask.”

the blonde had never had an issue striking up a conversation with a stranger. she considered herself to be quite the social butterfly. however when she was in his presence in that moment he wasn't really sure what to say. there was some sort of hold on her she couldn't put her finger on. it was almost like fate had brought the two of them together in this even and once their eyes met luna knew that she was going to be his. she would make sure of it.

The gala had gone completely awry, ruining what should've been an exciting night for himself and Rebekah and instead of feeling overjoyed with the major step forward in their relationship he had been left feeling a sense of dread and trauma as he had done his best to pull his daughter's out of their seemingly psychotic breaks. Even now he wasn't sure what to say to them, how to bring them comfort as he was sure that the guilt of what they had done that night had begun to eat away at them especially with the revelation that Riley wasn't actually dead, at least not fully. Knuckles rapped lightly at his youngest's door, small box with holes balancing in his other hand as he waited for her answer. "Luna, can we please talk," Wesley pleaded. "I got you something I think you might like."

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"You gotta admit," Roxy hums, plopping herself down into the nearby couch. "Our housing arrangement is actually pretty decent. I mean look at this place not to mention it's owned by the chief of police who's also an alpha?"

"Guess we should figure out a schedule for Marlo," Lucas offers, gaze on their son that was still asleep in his crib. "You know you could just move in here, Luna. I mean there's plenty of room and we'd both be close to our son. Neither of us would have to worry about the other or him."

Brows furrow in confusion as Luna speaks, One hand rising to run awkwardly through his unkempt locks before the other shoves into his pocket. "Uh okay," Lucas retorts, eyes glancing around them for any sharp objects that might be within their vicinity. "You okay, Luna? You're being really fuckin' weird and it's making me a little nervous."

Cerulean hues almost instantly rolled, frame turning slowly to face her niece as a heavy sigh eased from her lips. "Then do us both a favor and leave," Freya retorted. "I haven't the time or the patience for that fake tough girl shit attitude that you seem to have twenty-four seven. Keep at it and I'll have to show you how a real bitch does it. Go bother your uncle Klaus or something."