Tattooed Luna by Mrs Smith

Penny POV Everything was going perfectly.

Everyone was dancing, laughing and just generally having a great time! I kept bouncing between sitting with Kris and Emmy and talking to the other lunas of our allies. If I wasn’t sitting with one of those groups, you could find me in the bathroom. Every five minutes I needed to pee. My boys were having a kick boxing match and I wasn’t sure who was winning.

Needing some fresh breath, I sat on a chair that was near the exit. Thad a guard open the door so a breeze was hitting me. Colt was feeling relieved so I hoped that meant he got the news he wanted. However, it was about time for

me to go home so his meeting needed to hurry up.

“Oh! Luna!” Someone in a Hulk costume ran up to me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. They were looking around frantically.

“He rejected her! He-he just .... she is dying!” The person in the Hulk costume started tearing up as they looked behind them and into the hallway.

“Oh no! Show me where she is!” The Hulk ran out of the room before I could even stand up. Holding onto the rails, I looked for a guard but they were breaking up a fight. “Well, shit.” I muttered.

My swollen legs carried me out of the party and as I looked left and right, I

on her side in the fetal position. The sounds

could feel the swelling so bad on my feet that they jiggled with each step. Still, I went

her if she was okay, I had to see the rest of her legs. Getting down on my knees, my hands moved the sheet to see that the rest of her

The

me. Before I could even look, a white cloth pressed against my nose. A sickening sweet burning

head was pounding. Angry voices were yelling so loud that I wished the darkness came back. My arms and legs were in just

same position that I had

that I could barely handle it. My stomach was turning, threatening to

heard a small girl ask

“No.” I groaned.

move now.” Expect, I didn’t move. Everything was too worn out. Instead,

noticed the blankets that Colt was acting so strangely about.

knees gave out and the tears

laying across their chest. “My babies?” Picking them up, one by one, I held them against my

I ever heard,

were blinked by the light until a figure of a women came out. She was walking towards me, ever so lightly. As if she was gliding, she got closer and