“I hate all of you,” he gripes, making all of us chuckle until Dean shushes us again.
“Three boys, and one girl? The fates are messing with us,” Quil complains.
“She’ll have three brothers to protect her, Quil. She’ll be just fine,” I reassure him, and he nods.
“She’ll be a Luna, just like her mother. Which means multiple mates.” The heavy sigh he lets out makes me giggle, and I nod.
“We have twenty years before we need to worry about that. For now, let’s focus on today.”
“Yes, my Luna.”
In just a few months, Coal will be looking for other Dormant Wolves to hopefully answer all of our questions. Our babies are all Dormant. Like I was. Like my mother and her mother before her.
According to my mother, my grandmother was from an unknown pack. A pack no one’s heard of because they aren’t supposed to exist. Unless you were born into it.
Fallen Moon.
I would have been, except my grandmother was mated young. No one realized what she was because the mark woke her Wolf. At least, that's what my mother and I guessed.
So here we are, waiting for two more babies to be born into a world that might not accept them. We’re working on that.
I’m working on that. One way or another, I will leave this world a better place when I die.
Quinlyn - 20 years later
“Mom!” I shout, annoyed with my brothers, and their usual mischief.
I’m the baby by like eight minutes. Carter was born before me by technicality.
“Derek!” my older brother Myles shouts for our oldest brother.
Instead, our fathers, Coal and Matteo, come rushing around the corner.
“What the hell is going on?” Papa, or as Mom calls him, Coal, throws his hands in the air. Dad, also known as Matteo, chuckles at our hot headed Papa.
“Calm down, Dean.” Mom shakes her head as she drags Pops with her into my room. “You too, Quil. Get in here and wish your children good luck on their first day at Unity Moon Academy,” Mom says to Father.
“They want me to help them sneak out tonight,” I tattle on my brothers, knowing damn well our parents won’t care. My brothers and I are all adults. I just want them to stop including me in their bullshit.
“It’s not sneaking out after age eighteen, Quin,” Myles teases as he ruffles my hair. “And you know we aren’t leaving you behind. Carter will drag your ass over his shoulder if he has to.” My mom suppresses a laugh, and I throw my hands in the air.
“Fine!” I snap. It’s not that I don’t love my brothers, because I do, I just really want some space. There are three of them, and it seems like they have coordinated a way to keep their eyes on me at all times.
It makes it nearly impossible for me to find a boyfriend.Not to mention how hard it can be to make friends. I can’t tell if these girls want to be friends with me or are just using me to get closer to my brothers.
A queasy shudder travels over my skin when I’m reminded of the reason. My brothers agreed that they’d find one mate, which makes it hard for them to find a girlfriend. Girls always want one of them, but never all three.
Some pretend, hoping the one they want will change their mind for her.
Ultimately, my brothers share a bond too strong to be broken by one woman.
“Have a good day, my love, but you know we’ll be there if you need us,” Father says, as he kisses my head. All four of my mother's mates raised us. We might know which one is biologically our father, but all four of them mean everything to each of us.
“I know. I’ll see you in Combat, Papa in Human Affairs, Pops in Art, and Dad in History.”
“I’ll be there, too,” Mom pouts, and I roll my eyes.
“You’re the Headmistress. That’s different.”
