Becoming Luna novel Chapter 6

Danica remained seated on the ground as Mason frantically paced in front of her. She had just finished telling him about her odd attraction to rogues. Following that, she revealed that it felt like another being had taken over her body once she was threatened.

"I think," he said suddenly, stopping in his tracks and turning to face Danica. "We need to speak with the elders."

"Elders?" 

What exactly were the elders? Danica wondered.  She immediately started picturing wrinkly old men wearing white robes and acting all high and mighty.

Nodding, Mason's face grew serious. "The elders oversee all creatures," he explained. "Every century, we all come together to vote an elder from each class of supernatural."

"Each class?"  Danica repeated.  "What else is out there aside from wolves?"

Smiling Mason crouched down in front of Danica, "my dear, there are so many more out there it would make your pretty head spin."

"Don't talk to me like I'm some naive kid," Danica bristled.

Laughing, Mason placed his hand on top of Danica's head.

"I'm not treating you like a child, I promise."

The all-too-familiar rush of fire surged through Danica as Mason's hand remained on her head. Letting out a contented smile, she found herself beginning to relax into his touch.

"Tell me what else there is," she murmured, trying her best to stay focused.

"You'll see soon enough. For now, how about we be on our way? Come," Mason stuck his hand out to Danica to help her get up off the ground. "Let me take you home."

"But..."  Danica began only to be stopped by Mason's finger being pressed against her lips.

"I promise you will find everything out in due time," he promised with a smile. "As for now, I need to get back and inform my pack of what happened, and you need to go home and relax."

Frowning, Danica simply nodded.  She would let Mason off the hook today, but if he didn't answer her questions within the next few days, she wouldn't go easy on him.

When she arrived home, she found Martha in the kitchen cooking dinner.

"Welcome back," she called as Danica made her way inside. "Did you have a fun date?"

Caught off guard Danica nearly fell over as she attempted to remove her shoes. "What do you mean, date?"

Had she spotted Mason earlier that day? She could have sworn Martha had been too engrossed in painting when she left.

Martha let out a chuckle. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetie."

"He's just a friend." Danica flinched at how her voice rose an octave as she spoke. "Anyway, what's for dinner?"

She desperately wanted to change the subject, and fast. Explaining her relationship with Mason to Martha wouldn't be an easy task.

Still chuckling, Martha set down the spoon she was using to stir the contents of a large pot. "Beef stew."

As soon as the words were out of Martha's mouth, Danica's stomach growled. Thinking on it, she hadn't eaten anything all day.

"Sounds delicious," she said, walking over to take a whiff. The smell of the savory meat and vegetables set her mouth watering.

"Go wash up and change first," Martha ordered, shooing Danica away as she tried to steal a spoonful of the almost finished food.

Obeying, she headed upstairs and into the bathroom. After the past twenty-four hours, she had a nice hot shower and wasn't sounding too bad. Quickly stripping, she stepped in the tub and turned the shower head on, allowing scorching hot water to hit her skin.

After finishing washing and changing into a tank top and sweats, Danica headed back downstairs, where Martha had already set the table for dinner. Sitting down, she waited until she was given the OK to begin digging in.

"Slow down," Martha urged as Danica began inhaling her food. "You would think I've been starving you."

Stopping Danica flushed, "Sorry, I haven't eaten today."

But was that really what was going on? Danica felt absolutely famished, not just starving from a day of no food. Could this have to do with her upcoming change? She'd have to add this question to her slowly growing list.

Martha simply nodded in response to Danica's words and went back to eating her meal while Danica slowly finished hers, being sure not to eat too fast or seem too robotic.