A Runt Luna
Chapter 21

Rory rolled her eyes after hearing that she was special, another word for a Runt.

"I can tell you don't believe me, but I think I know someone who can help you understand. Let me finish this and then we will get going." With that, Rory watched Georgia pour the soap in the dishwasher and starting it before leaving the room.

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Rory was traumatized. Meeting Georgia in the garage she was immediately alarmed to see a golf cart, which they were going to use to travel around the packs land. Georgia insisted that they we be fine; that she was a good driver. Well she lied.

Golf carts didn't go that fast but fast enough that Rory cringed with every turn, sure that the thing was going to tip over.

After what seemed like forever to Rory, they pulled to a stop in front of a small house. The house was white and simple, which was good because Rory could tell an interesting character lived inside. The curtains were all fun colors and none of them were matching. Few were a tie-dyed into a pattern of a target, some stripes, and some had no pattern. But what really called her attention was all of the little knickknacks taking over the women's yard. Gnomes, bird baths, animal statues and many more things. Never before had Rory seen anything like it, it was a unique home.

Georgia was knocking on the door by the time Rory caught up to her, having been trying to take in ever inch of the filled yard.

"Hello Miss Edna," Georgia smiled as the front door opened bring Rory's attention to the women that answered the door. She knew she was staring but she couldn't help it, standing before her was a women, mid 50's early sixties, wearing jeans with little color patches, and a light pink tee shirt. Her hair was white as snow, not the grey color some elders get, but truly white. Little pink flowers were weaved into the braids on the side of her head.

"Morning Georgia." The women, Edna spoke with a smile before landing her bright blue eyes on Rory. "You've brought a guest with you, I love guest but for some reason I just don't get many." Edna spoke freely, before opening her door wider. "Come on in," she gestured inside.

"Please take a seat," Edna spoke gesturing to the rose colored sofa. "I'm going to make some tea."

"Oh that's ok, we just stopped for a quick visit." Georgia said trying to stop the older women from going out of her way for them.

"Nonsense." Edna waved her off busing herself with the tea kettle. "It will just take a minute, dear."

Rory looked around the home in amusement. Like the outside, the inside was very much covered with knickknacks, but not tacky. Every little object was on display. Rory couldn't help but smile, this women she could tell was very cheerful, very unique. There was no one with this much personality in Darren's pack, and Rory found it refreshing. Despite only wanting to have a quick trip, Georgia was very happy to see that Rory was comfortable around Edna, which made meeting more of the pack easier.

"Over here is all of our farming, where the elders and children work to plant and harvest." Georgia spoke from their spot in the golf cart. "Kole came up with this idea, to help the younger ones learn responsibility and it gives them an opportunity to spend time with the elders."

"That's pretty smart." Rory nodded.

"It is, and it helps the pack." Georgia nodded. It took her another hour to take her around the territory and by the time they were back to the house it was nearly lunch time.

"Do you want some help with lunch?" Rory asked Georgia as she climbed off the death machine.

"No that's alright, why don't you relax a little. Kole should be home soon." Georgia said with a smile.

"Ok if you're sure." After getting another nod, Rory left the room unsure of what she should do. Finding herself up stairs she laid back in bed just thinking and then drifting off.

"Rouges are around us, we are doing our best to push them back but it will take some time. I don't want to scare you, but they are unpredictable so please stay close to the pack at all times." Darren announced to the pack. But not all of the pack was there. No-there was a lone fox in the woods hiding from her pack mates. Rory looked around at the trees, looking for a good place to sleep, unaware of the eyes that followed her. It wasn't until it was almost too late that the hair on the back of her neck started to stick up, giving her a warning.

Hearing a crunch of branches, her head snapped to the right. She was praying that it wasn't Alec or any of his friends. Stepping out of the shadows, a large sickly looking wolf was staring at her licking its lips. It was no one from the pack, as soon as she realized that she started to run.

Her heart beat against her chest, threatening to escape. She was trying to keep her mind clear hoping to outrun the rouge but she didn't make it far.