The Questioning
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Logan’s POV
As planned I was on my way to meet the Luna to answer whatever questions she had.
“Come in Logan,” came her voice before I even had the chance to knock. I went in and sat down. “Let us begin shall we?” she asked. I only nodded in response.
“Do you remember what your parents’ names were?”
“No,” I said, “I didn’t usually meet many people with them and the memories I have are very old and blurred.”
“Alright, do you know what their rank was in the pack?”
I shook my head to let her know that once again I had no clue.
“Alright, then do you remember what happened right before we found you? Like why they left you there?”
“All I remember Luna, is that one second Amelia and I are being carried and then the next minute we’re put being down on the ground and suddenly no one is around us anymore.”
“I see. Okay how long after Amelia being born did this happen?”
“Around 4 months Luna”
“And were your parents happy to have her?”
“Yes, they were quite happy when they found out they would be having a girl.”
“Did their opinion or thought maybe change after she was born? Like were they as happy as earlier once she was born?”
“Well they spent a little less time with me, but they always seemed worried about something or other after she came.”
“Okay, so after Amelia your parents weren’t all that happy. Hmmm. Anyway Logan, that’s all for today. We’ll continue tomorrow.”
The Luna’s last statement made me start thinking more deeply about my parents' behaviour post Amelia’s birth. In retrospect, they were definitely not as happy as they used to be. It got me wondering whether that had anything to do with Amelia.
The next couple of sessions with Luna Victoria carried on along the same lines and the more I was questioned, the more I remembered, and the more I started to think that we were abandoned because of Amelia, maybe she was the reason I didn’t have my parents anymore. I was starting to form some bitterness against her in my heart.
AMELIA’S POV
Logan had been acting strangely for the past month. Anytime I would try to talk to him or hang out with him he would make up some excuse to get away from me. I couldn’t understand what was happening or why he was behaving this way. With all the tasks I had to do his behaviour led to me feeling more alone than ever. I decided that I needed to confront him and ask him why he was behaving this way with me.
Later that evening I finally confronted Logan and demanded an explanation. “Why are you pulling yourself away from me? Why do you always leave when I try to talk to you?” He just stared at me for a couple of minutes before finally saying, “You’re overthinking things as usual Amelia. I just have other stuff to do. School is difficult and soon I’ll have to start training to become a good fighter, I can’t spend my entire lifetime babysitting you. Stop following me around all the time I need my privacy as well.” By the end of his statement he was practically yelling at me and I still didn’t fully understand why. But what I was sure about was that I did not want to be a burden. So I just nodded at his words, ran away to my bedroom and cried my heart out till I fell asleep.
*******5 months later********
The last few months had become harder than ever. Logan had basically stopped talking to me completely about 2 months ago, and with Logan keeping his distance I barely got to see Asher anymore either - I was completely alone.
The minute Logan put some distance between him and me I was suddenly given the responsibility to start cooking at least one dish per meal which increased as the time went by. Initially I had tried talking to Logan about it, but he just told me to grow up and to learn to deal with my problems on my own. And that was that.
So here I am now in the kitchen cooking a full dinner for the entire pack. It was hot and sweaty in here and I wanted nothing more than to go home take a shower and fall asleep. My only escape from all this work was school. Lunch was the only meal I was excused from for cooking. I would have to wake up two hours earlier to make breakfast.
My 7th birthday was coming up in a few days and all I really hoped was that I would be given an off and maybe just maybe Logan would finally come around and start talking to me again. That would be the best birthday present ever. Thinking such happy thoughts made the next hour go by quicker and soon enough dinner was ready. I finished serving, ate quickly myself and practically ran home to end my day in peace....and alone.
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