Situated well beyond busy downtown was a community of exclusive estates and manicured lawns known as Mount Royal. It was the sanctuary for the city’s most elite residences and included numerous vacation homes for the upper crust of society. Some homes looked almost like castles while others were sleek modern homes. Among these was a quiet estate tucked in the south-east corner. It was a particularly large estate surrounded by an imposing stone wall and encompassed not just the house and a large yard but also quite a few trees, almost like a mini-forest.
For as long as anyone in the neighborhood could remember the gate had always been closed though they occasionally noticed the small staff going about its business to maintain the property. High-tech cameras maintained surveillance and very rarely a neighbor sometimes spotted a lone figure patrolling the grounds. Every now and again they heard howls and sometimes found a paw print in the snow indicating their security patrols also utilized attack dogs.
One neighbor claimed to have seen a dog but most thought he was crazy claiming the beast was as large as a man. It was just one more story to be traded among the neighbors and the legend of the estate continued to grow as it stood empty season after season. More than once perspective buyers approached hoping to make an offer but they were turned away at the gate. Once or twice particularly stubborn solicitors attempted to climb the wall. Those that managed the feet were soon sent running and later told stories of monstrous beasts and murderous figures with glowing eyes.
Some even claimed the place was haunted. Many neighborhood kids enjoyed passing along stories of murder, lust and revenge. Each story more elaborate than the last to entertain themselves as they speculated why the house remained seemingly abandoned.
Then, suddenly, the estate became alive. Windows were opened and stagnant air chased out. Groundskeepers and security personnel descended on the area checking every inch of the perimeter wall. Neighbors watched wondering if this flurry of activity meant the master of the house would finally make an appearance.
They didn’t have to wait long. Two hours after the activity began a motorcade of identical, black SUVs arrived pulling up to the estate’s front door. A few moments later a young man exited the second vehicle. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome and the dream figure so many women wished to sweep them off their feet and carry them away. Several women watching him now wondered if they would be able to meet him if they brought over a welcome to the neighborhood dessert.
Their hopes were dashed moments later as he circled the vehicle and helped a petite young woman exit next. Her mane of wavy, dark hair flowed out from under her cream beret. She smiled prettily at him as he pulled her close and kissed her deeply with no shame in front of their audience. The smile on his face made it clear he was completely smitten with his young bride.
If there were any lingering doubts he swept them away as he suddenly lifted her off her feet and into his arms, carrying her across the threshold like a new bride. Her laughter echoed in the cool air and she didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed by the staff and escort watching them.
“Welcome to Calgary,” Luke said as they entered the foyer.
Christina and Emily trailed a step behind watching their Alpha carry his Luna like a newlywed bride. Neither had ever seen him smile as broadly or as much as he when he held his Luna. There was no sign of his usual melancholy even with the duel hanging over his head. Reluctantly Jason set Phoebe on her feet. Regardless of the reason brought them he was happy to be there with her.
“So how many estates does Blue Moon own?” Phoebe asked letting her gaze drift taking in the stonework and tapestries featuring wolves and forests. It had a stately feel and yet also a modern esthetic, which made for an interesting dynamic.


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