His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 33

So far we had built a large pack house which was rather impressive. It consisted of three living rooms and a dining hall which were spacious enough to host at least fifty individuals at once. There were twenty moderately sized bedrooms and five master bedrooms built so far. All that was missing was the connections to the utilities and the paint jobs.

At the moment we were building several cabin homes a little farther from the pack house for individual families to live for privacy. Erica and I had assembled all the frames while the boys would continue building the rest of the houses.

It was truly inspiring to see everyone work together so peacefully. They all overcame so much adversity and deserved this second chance.

"Alpha, the human town nearby doesn't have enough supplies," I snapped out of my reverie to look at Leo. I pursed my lips at his admission.

"Go to the city nearby tomorrow and take Conan with you," I instructed.

"Yes Alpha," he nodded before jogging off into the distance, no doubt telling Santiago of the news. I sighed a little, noting the sun was beginning to dip already.

"I need to go to Diana," I muttered.

"Enjoy meditating like a monk O Wise Spirit Warrior," Erica bowed dramatically, her words exaggerated dramatically with a snort. I scoffed, laughing under my breath at her antics before moving towards the trees.

My feet moved automatically as I didn't have to think about the direction I was heading. I spent so much time in that cottage and around it than I did in my own caves.

Like usual, Diana was sitting on the grass, her legs crossed and her eyes closed. I silently sat besides her, assuming the same position she did before inhaling deeply and exhaling softly.

I let the world around me dissolve, the tweeting of the birds in the late afternoon slowly melting away. The warmth of the sun on my face lulled me deeper into my relaxed state as I cleared my mind.

While my body relaxed, my mind sparked with life. I could feel the presence of all my pack members. The first one I felt was Romeo's. I focused to see through his eyes, to hear what he was thinking until it became clear in my own eyes and mind.

I could feel the rough wood between my fingers, feel the small splinters digging into my skin as I held a large plank of wood in place with one hand while hammering it with the other. I could see small chips of wood and sawdust fly in the hazy air and sweat drip off my face.

I felt my irritation grow as more sawdust began flying through the air. I registered a large hulking figure sawing planks of wood in half nearby.

"Cyrus would you do that somewhere else I can't fucking see with this shit flying in my eyes," I barked.

The large African man huffed but silently obeyed. Satisfaction and relief filled me.

I slipped out of Romeo's mind and searched for another. I just about caught Lucy's mind, her silent thoughts hard for me to hear clearly.

She was far away, in a nearby town almost fifty miles from this forest. At first I tried to focus on what she was seeing which took a lot of effort before I finally got a picture.

A glass window stared back at me, the smooth surface lined with several decorative stickers. A large white one stuck out from the rest.