It had been two weeks till the finishing touches on the ceremony were done. I couldn't tell you how I felt because I didn't help much with the process to begin with. Everything was being prepared as if I wasn't there, as if I didn't have a say. I was fine with what was to happen, I just couldn't budge the feeling of finally belonging to a pack. A pack outside of my family. Naturally, I didn't have the best pack to begin with but it wasn't necessarily any of their fault but my bother's. They all believed the lies that I had died in a fight that also kilt my parents. They didn't know any better.

In all honesty, I had buried the anger I had for my brothers a long time ago. It never made me happy what they had done to me, I never fully understood it, but I soon put it to rest. What was triggering me most about this ceremony, about accepting this pack as my new family, was now baring the title as Luna.

It was such a powerful title to live up to, I was never sure if I ever truly would. It's always said that Luna never makes mistakes when she decides who should run a pack. Whether we choose to accept the title or not, she finds us able to bare the role. Something I don't take lightly but surely question.

I'm never sure about how Luna or Venus find me strong enough to bare everything that they had told me. Being a halfbreed was one thing, to be mated to an Alpha and soon be called Luna, was another.

I tried my hardest to not show the fact that I was uneasy about all of this. I was happy to be accepted somewhere and I didn't want Garret to know that this whole idea made me uneasy. I love him, with my entire heart, and there's nowhere I'd rather be than by his side. Whether I liked it or not, to fulfill my desire of being his mate, I had to accept this title, this position. There wasn't a life I could imagine outside of him, there wasn't a life I wanted to live without him. In the end, I'd have to accept it, one way or another.

It was the night before the ceremony.

One last breath before everything began to get chaotic.

As of now, it was still chaotic but everyone rested to prepare themselves for tomorrow.

I felt everyone sleeping but me. I couldn't bring myself to it. I hadn't exhausted myself in the preparation of tomorrow so sleep didn't come easy for me. I laid next to Garret's snoring figure, wide awake. Not wanting to wake him, I headed to my chambers and was left with my thoughts.

Thinking of tomorrow. Thinking of the rest of my life with this pack and Garret. Thinking of Romano and my undoubted outcome. Thinking of being presented with the option of life and death.

As I did, I performed fighting spells without magic. My hands produced lights that would shoot out of my hands but soon disperse before they could do any harm. I felt my eyes shift between Lillian and me, but I remained fully in control. I murmured chants as the light produced, saying them to myself in memorization.

As I continued, I soon felt his presence.

He opened the door as quietly as he could, but it was no use.

"I didn't wake you, did I?" I question, not even turning my head to meet his stare.

"No," Darrel said scruffily. "I figured you'd still be awake."

"Couldn't sleep," I say, now focusing on the lights as they seeped out of my hands, producing strand-like features that gracefully danced from the palm of my hands. They were mesmerizing. "I figured the best thing I could do was just train."

"You've trained a lot," he says, coming to face me face-to-face.

"Well, I felt that was all I could do since I couldn't be much help with tomorrow."

I closed my palms, the light ceases. Darrel looked at me confused.

"Tomorrow is about you and Garret, why would you need to help?"

"Cause, as you said, it's about Garret and I. I felt like I should've helped with something, not saying I don't appreciate everything everyone has done... I just felt... useless. I've never experienced this kind of thing, I didn't know where I could help or what I could do for anyone."

Darrel stepped closer to me, hooking his index finger softly under my chin, moving my head up so we could look at each other. He waited patiently.

"How am I expected to be Luna if I can't even help prepare for an event that's about me? As well as putting this pack in grave danger because of who I am. I don't want anyone to hurt because of me."

He overlooked my face before coming to a decision. "Come," he says, leaving the room.

I easily followed him, intrigued about where he could possibly be taking me. I snapped my fingers, the light soon diminishing and the darkness settling into the room. I followed him down the winding stairs that soon led to the foyer. I somewhat matched his long strides as he took me to the family kitchen.

The staff had been using the other kitchen to prepare the food for tomorrow. Darrel sat down at the island and opened the laptop that he had placed there. I stood a few feet away from him confused as to what was going on.

"Well go on," he says, not looking away from his computer screen.

"What exactly am I doing?" I question.

"Cooking of course. That always makes you feel better."

I couldn't disagree. "And you?"

He shrugs. "Just some pack stuff... Figured I'd keep you company."

Darrel wasn't the mushy type, I knew that when I met him. But he never ceased to amaze me and how much a father he was. I remember certain things about my dad that I believed Darrel had as well. It made me miss my parents a bit more. I was thankful for Darrel though, he always seemed to have my best interest in mind and knew how to tell me when I didn't know how to help myself.

So with that...

I cooked.