The Eclipsed Life of Luna Mischa (by Jennifer Francis) novel Chapter 96

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She sat in on that medical conference the next day, even though she wasn’t a doctor, nurse or had any medical background whatsoever, and she found it wasn’t all that boring for her. She did understand some of it, but not all the technical details, but when the speakers spoke in laymen terms for certain parts of it, or answered questions directed at them, she could actually follow along and it held her attention.

It was completely different to anything she’d even been to or listened to before, and was nothing like her everyday life inside the pack, so it was a good break from her norm. She was also relaxed here inside this pack. Like inside the Rising Blue Lotus, she didn’t have to keep her guard up or try and read into anything anyone did or said.

Look for hidden meanings behind words or between the lines. She was right this minute, sitting here without a care in the world. Liked, she realized, being outside the pack and doing things on her own, even Laud was all stretched out inside her mind, out cold and sleeping fully settled as if she knew she wasn’t going to be needed to listen for or pick up on their

Mate or his other Mate coming for them.

Her own wolf was relaxed and settled, happy and comfortable outside their own pack right now. Most would have a feeling of wanting to return to what was theirs, feel the packs land

underfoot and itch to return home. Not her, not her wolf.

During the coffee break, Mischa sat and picked Brent’s brain about the stuff that had gone over her head, or she’d just not really understood in full, and he tried his best to explain it to her in a way she could. Though he was, she saw at the lunch break wanting to go and talk to others in his field, and she waved him off to do so.

She could be on her own, and she knew this was something he was interested in and had been booked for him long before he’d added her to the list of attendees. She’d also see that it wasn’t just all fully qualified pack doctors and nurses here at this conference either.

There were some that were new to the field, students of medicine and even a few teens that were, she knew, not fully realized, only 17, she thought. They were from other packs from what she could smell, and she could see they were interested in joining the medical field and this was their very first time attending a conference for it.

They recognized her as a Luna–ranked wolf, and they gravitated towards her. She smiled at

them, liked curious teen minds that were eager to learn. She didn’t recognize any of the pack scents on them at all but waved them to sit with her if they wanted to.

“Are you a Luna Doctor of a pack?” one girl asked.

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“No,” Mischa asked. “I’m just visiting with my pack doctor is all.”

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She found they were all due to turn 18 in a month or two, and this was their last semester of schooling, and they were about to go off and study medicine in the human world, had been brought here by their own pack doctors, and they too didn’t really understand everything that was being said in that conference.

She sat with the 12 of them. There had originally been 7 but another 5 had gravitated over. They were already 18 and still in school, also waiting to start university after the summer break came. They were from all different packs all across the country. She was the only Luna–ranked wolf here at this conference, and they were drawn to her as most teens were.

She was also friendly and happy to have them sit with her as most Lunas would, and they’d seen that she didn’t mind their company, and being with them let Brent go off without feeling guilty about leaving her on her own.

She opted to sit with them for afternoon tea too, and let them all talk amongst themselves, about the different things they wanted to study. She had one doctor look at her with them and chuckle and shake her head, understood just what was going on. Mischa smiled. She really didn’t mind.

Besides, this is what Lunas did; sit and talk to the pack teens, listen to them and help them make decisions if they couldn’t do it themselves. A few of them didn’t know what field of medicine they wanted to major in, and though they had a few years to actually decide on that, it was considered best to have a plan of what you wanted to learn, so a path into a medical residency could be planned out. She asked questions of them, some were a little left of field to test their unvoiced preferences.

To allow for them to think about that very thing, and most either frowned as if wondering why, and others nodded along, and some just smiled. She was technically following their thoughts, but not letting on that she could see where their interest lay from what they were talking about, and then allowing them to come to the realization of what it was that had actually attracted them to medicine in the first place. Knowing that one thing was likely to be the very thing they should specialize in.

Two of the wolves came from packs without reigning Lunas, and they were very attentive to what she said. She paid them a little more attention than the others that had Lunas to discuss things with back in their packs. These teens understood that as well and didn’t seem to take offense to it. They were good wolves, all of them.

She smiled at one that hugged her out of nowhere and then got up and ran off to call her parents to tell them she’d found what it was she wanted to specialize in. Mischa smiled as she watched her leave all excitedly. It always felt good to help.

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“I see you’re doing what all good Lunas do best,” Brent stated as they sat down for dinner

that night.

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“Mm, they gravitated to me and, well,” she shrugged and chuckled, “I can’t help myself. I want them to reach their full potential,” she smiled. “If even one of them is helped by my advice, I’ll

take it as a win.”

“I think they’re all happy sitting talking to you and that last one,” he smiled. “More than happy, I watched her myself, she latched right on to the pack doctor of her home pack, all excitedly to tell her you’d helped her decide on a career path. Practically bouncing all over the place,”

he chuckled.

“I also think those teens are going to stick to you like glue for the rest of the conference as well,” Brent stated after they ordered their meal.

“I think that is just because we’re all in the same boat, interested in what’s being said but don’t truly understand all of it, kind of goes over all our heads, and they don’t feel so dumb, knowing I don’t understand it either, which I admitted to, and we got to discussing things we didn’t really understand too.” she told him.

“True, some of it can be hard for those not in the medical field to follow.” Brent nodded. “Has Dana reached out to you yet today?”

“No, she said it could be a day or two. She wanted to go over everything and send some of it to another in a pack she knows, for help, needed my permission. I gave it. So still waiting,” Mischa stated, “It can’t be rushed, and I won’t rush them. She did take my blood to tailor drugs specially to me.”

“Did Dana confirm for you what even I suspect about Christy’s blood work but didn’t dare bring up. That I know you suspect about how Christy’s heat bloomed…” he looked at her pointedly and this was the first time he’d mentioned this aloud to her.

Mischa turned her eyes to him questioningly, and he nodded slowly and stated, “I’m not so stupid as to voice that accusation to the Alpha and neither was Gillian. She brought it up but kind of in a dismissive manner because, well, if we accused Christy of doing that it would be

our heads that rolled.

“Christy would turn on us so fast it wasn’t funny, already bloody tried to lay the blame on me in that investigation. Wouldn’t hesitate to accuse me of lying and trying to pin all the blame on her, because that would make her a full–blown…” he trailed off and Mischa knew the word

was traitor.

“Yes, that was discussed and Dana didn’t even hesitate when looking over the blood work. She asked me if I knew what the results meant. Which I did.” Mischa nodded. “I let her take a

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full pint of my own blood.”

“What for? She wouldn’t need more than a few small vials for tailored birth control, and I

don’t think any for pain relief.” He shook his head, “What am I missing, Mischa?”

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“Don’t speak of this inside the pack, but I offered myself up for further studies in the field if any came up.” Mischa told him, it was the truth. Just not likely what he meant.

“Hmm, again that wouldn’t need your blood work…” he murmured. “You know what, don’t tell me, if I don’t know, I can’t be made to talk. I’d rather not know what you’re planning to do at this point.”

“Exactly my thoughts on the matter,” Mischa smiled at him. “So don’t ask, and I won’t tell. I also haven’t told anyone inside the pack. Not even Paul is in the know of what I want, no one is and it will stay that way.

“Because I don’t want Anthony to get wind of it and try to stop it, I also don’t want Christy to know either. Leaving her in the dark helps me with other things I want to see that might come about from her not knowing.”

“Moving in the shadows I see,” he nodded.

“That I am, because well. Isn’t that where I live now?” she stated simply as the food was brought to the table.

“I dare say that it is, I don’t like it. But I guess for now that is also where you actually want to be. Right?” Brent muttered.

“Yes. If I’m invisible to the Alpha and his Mate, then I can actually move about in the shadows unseen and unbeknownst to them both, until the moment I want to bring it all out into the light.

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