His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 32

"Artemis, this is Santiago Lopez," I chuckled.

"I know, we met in the prisons,"

"We grew up together, this guy used to bully me," Santiago chuckled, slapping Romeo's back playfully.

"Well Santiago, this is my cousin Cynthia Garcia, better known as Artemis," Santiago squinted at me, his eyes running over my face.

"Garcia? As in Mica and Sophia Garcia?" He asked. I nodded in response and his eyes widened. "You're the Alphas' daughter," He blinked at me and I saw everyone else glance at me from the corner of my eye.

"I'll explain everything later but right now let's relax and get to know each other properly," I turned to Erica, my eyes running over her and noting all the changes.

Her ashy blonde hair was cut into a choppy bob that hung just below her ears and her skin look tanned and a little flushed. Her silver eye gleamed at me as I smiled at her.

"Erica, you look well," her lips twitched into the barest of smiles as she shrugged nonchalantly.

"The weather here's nice," I sensed more wolves hovering around in the forest. I caught some just behind the thick tree line.

"My brother and some friends are visiting. I hope you don't mind,"

"Of course I don't mind. The more the merrier. You can come out now," I watched as seven wolves emerged from the shadows, all in varying shades of dark grey and black. Some I recognised from several nights ago, when I had confronted them in the forest. Their eyes remained fixed on me before they shifted and slipped on some clothes.

The leading wolf had ashy blond hair falling messily on his grey eyes and face. The resemblance between him and Erica was uncanny.

"Artemis, this is my brother Ezra," she then gestured to the two twins behind him. "This is Silas and Sebastian," I gave them a warm greeting which they kindly returned.

The two twins looked to be of Eastern European descent with pale skin, thin lips and blue eyes. They had matching dark blond hair.

Erica continued introducing the rest of the wolves as they all began mingling with everyone else. As I watched everyone engage in chatter, I felt something was still missing. I turned to Conan who still had an arm draped around my waist.

"I'll be back, I just need to look for someone," he looked ready to protest but must have noticed the determination in my eyes as he gave me a small nod and let me go. I quickly scurried off into the forest, not bothering to shift as I let my feet guide me.

As I crossed a river did I finally reach my destination. A familiar cottage stood before me with an even more familiar woman standing at the entrance, giving me a knowing smirk.

"You took your time," she raised a white brow. I chuckled, shaking my head to myself as I approached her.

"No, I'm not the moon goddess, but you're not too far off," Uncle's shoulders sagged with disappointment. "As flattering as that is, the answer is much more simple than you'd think," she continued.

"I'm a spirit wolf, and Artemis here is going to be my successor."

Today was a particularly hot day, with the sun beating down on us mercilessly. Sweat rolled off my back and forehead and Erica besides me grunted. Thankfully with one last knock, we let go of the thick wood and stood back to admire our work.

With all the wooden pillars erected, the house was beginning to take shape as we completed the wooden frame. Celia ambled up to us, yielding a tray with several cool glasses of lemonade. Erica took a glass and downed the contents while I slowly sipped mine.

"It's coming out very well. The boys are finishing up the cabins so you can take a break while you wait," I gave her a thankful nod and she moved back to sit on the makeshift bench. She passed Uncle a glass and took one for herself after sharing a quick kiss with him.

"It looks like we're ahead of schedule. We'll be done before the rainy season starts," Silas spoke up. "By tomorrow we won't need to chop any more wood since we have all the pieces and everyone can focus on construction," he continued.

"Thank you Silas," he nodded back at me before jogging off into the almost completed pack house.

It had only been three months since I had left the Phantom pack and came back home, yet so much had changed. Celia and my uncle were now mated to each other and we had all had a makeshift bonding ceremony in which we all joined our cut hands to become a true pack; The Silverclaw Guardians.

At the moment we were only fifteen members, hardly a pack, but we had decided to first build our homes before welcoming any newcomers.