The Lycan's Soul Mate
chapter 1 Luna
Luna had been having this dream for the past three weeks. Every night she would be awoken by her mom at about the same time soaked in wet in the old bathtub in the basement. This was really starting to become a problem. The last time this happened she had been at her best friend’s house where she woke up in their garden all covered in dirt. That was so embarrassing. Hailey, her best friend chalked it up to be somnambulism and that was a hard pill to swallow.
“Luna! Luna! Luna, wake up! Honey you are soaked in wet you need to shower and change.” Her mother shouted. “Hmmmm, Awwwg” yawned Luna extending her slender hand to get a glass of water from her bedside table only to realize that she was not in her room. As she opened her sleepy eyes a petit dark-haired woman with piercing green eyes came into focus. “Hurry Luna unless u wanna be late for school again. This thing is getting worse.”
“What the…” she muttered as she got out of the tub wondering how she managed to get this wet sleeping in a tub without water. “I’m ok mom. No need to get all worked up about this; I couldn’t sleep so I just came down here to do a bit of exercising got tired and I must’ve dozed off. What time is it anyway?” she asked. “Dozed off u say. It’s 6:15AM so you better get a move on if you don’t want to be late for school missy.”
Luna ran upstairs took the wet clothes off and got into the shower. The cold water felt so soothing on her body. Lately Luna had not been able to tolerate hot showers as she was always heated. “What the hell is wrong with me? Why is this happening to me. This needs to stop” she muttered as she breathed heavily in the shower with tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. “Oh God what have I done to deserve this?”
someone could help her make sense of it all. It all started on the night of her 17th birthday. She had this dream for the first time and that is the first time that she had
stark naked beneath it and covered in dirt. They had attributed it to her lack of self-esteem causing her to fall victim to peer pressure. She could never forget how embarrassing it was for her when the police officer dropped her off with all the neighbors looking and chattering. She remembered thinking what a laughing stock she would become if her so called friends
think that she was even more crazy and sign her up for more sessions with the shrink. If they signed her up for therapy when they thought that she got drunk on the night of her 17th birthday she didn’t even want to think of what they’d do if she told them that she blacked out and woke up in the middle of nowhere with blood on her hands and face after her first somnambulism episode two months ago. Thank God this time wasn’t that bad, and she awoke in the basement
to her dresser to grab a pair of high waist jeans and underwear while drying her long black hair with a towel. She pulled the jeans up her legs and buttoned them at her
“Coming mom!” she shouted as she quickly grabbed her backpack and phone while taking one last look at herself in