Part 7: Back to Lustrous Moon
Parker
It was a long drive back to his pack and he was a little more than shocked that Belladonna was still driving the car that he’d bought her. It still looked to be in good condition as well. It was well maintained, he supposed and washed on a regular basis.
They’d stopped overnight in a nice hotel that he’d pre–booked, once knowing they were going to be travelling with him instead of making the trip in one long drive, he wouldn’t be taxing her like that. He and his unit switched drivers every couple of hours and that was how they did the trips in one day.
But Belladonna was driving that car alone. He’d offered to have one of the boys or himself share the driving with her, but she’d just shaken her head and stated, “No, thanks I’m good.” And he’d let it go.
He had asked her about the car when seeing it outside the front of the orphanage, the morning they were due to leave. It had been in the garage and unseen to him on all his trips to the Hollowed Moon. She still just ran everywhere from what he’d seen, she was fast on two feet, being an Alpha Wolf herself.
Likely could get to the pack hospital quicker than waiting on the roller door to lift and back the car out of the driveway and navigate the streets. On foot one could hop fences and cut out half the travel time.
He’d asked her about still having the same car, and she’d looked at it and shrugged, stated “Why replace something that still works? It might be eleven and a half years old, but I don’t drive it like you would yours, here, there and everywhere. It’s only got 40 thousand miles on it. Technically, it could still be considered
under mileage warranty for a new car.”
He’d thought about that, and she was right. A new Mercedez–Benz had a 60–thousand–mile warranty on it.
He’d stared at her, as had his unit. He travelled more than that, averaging 18 to 20 thousand miles in a calendar year with all his commuting between his main pack and the subsidiary packs, to and from his human world head office in Oklahoma City, and hour from the pack itself and the attending of Mating
Balls.
He bought a new car every seven or eight years. The car he was travelling in now was only four years old. If she’d been inside his pack he’d have replaced her car when he did his. Most cars only had a life expectancy of 200 thousand miles. Though that was also based on the maintenance of the car and the brand you bought as well.
He’d left it alone but would have his mechanic go over her car when they got to his pack, to make sure it was fine, though there was not a single issue with it on the trip. But if she was going to be driving long distances, he wanted to make sure it was in good condition, so there would be no issues with it.
Kane pulled up out the front of the house in the pack which she’d opted for herself and the children to stay in while there. She didn’t want to be in the packhouse, though she had told him it wasn’t because of him. She just preferred to live in a home. That was how she’d grown up, and then she’d lived at the alpha college in a two–bedroom cottage, and in the Hollowed Moon a house.
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She’d only ever lived inside a packhouse when she’d lived within the Lustrous Moon, never at any other time. He’d just nodded, wasn’t bothered by it, had prepped for that. His gut feeling about her staying in Lustrous Moon had been a house out in the pack considering where she was living in the Hollowed Moon. Parker got out of the car and waved his unit off to go and see their Mates and children. It was only just after lunchtime, they could take the rest of the day off. Though after seeing Belladonna and the children into the house, he’d probably be in his office for the afternoon unless Belladonna or Whit wanted him for something.
She looked up at the house as she got out of her car and stretched herself out, before getting Milly out. It was on a nice piece of land that had plenty of grass for the kids to play outside. It was a split–level home on a sloping block of land with a carport under the upper deck that came off the upstairs floor.
It was he thought a nice home, and was only a 15–minute walk to the packhouse, not too close but not too far away either. Both Whitney and Milly had rooms on the upper floor and the Master bedroom was on the ground floor. He’d tried to keep it similar to what they lived in, in an effort to help both Whitney and Milly feel comfortable.
He had it set up with the latest gaming technology in the rumpus room upstairs, and there were plenty of toys for Milly to play with as well. He’d pretty much turned the upstairs into a kids‘ zone and downstairs
were the master bedroom, kitchen and living spaces were more adult.
He walked them up the stairs to the front door and into the foyer of the house. It had a sitting area just
past it and the stairs that led upstairs, and downstairs came off that. He directed the children upstairs and
Belladonna downstairs.
All the furniture was brand new and though the house itself was only two years old, he’d had it repainted, to what he hoped was ideal for a four–year–old and nine–year–old, as well as an adult she–wolf.
Belladonna’s room was lovely and stylish, filled with plush furnishings in white and soft grey that he hoped
she would like.
Milly’s room was simple with bright pops of colour in aqua and pinks, and he hoped she’d like it. Whitney’s room was simple but styled in a gaming theme. The boy he’d seen played Pacman a lot and so had gone
r with that.


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