The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 11 Family drama

Ethan

Following the direction of Paisley’s pointing finger, I scan the crowded courtyard for my daughter’s look alike. Despite my best efforts, I don’t see anyone fitting her description. I believe Paisley saw a child who resembled her, but it seems like she’s gone now. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I don’t see her.”

Paisley drags her expectant gaze from my face, looking back across the mall. Her little face scrunches up in disappointment when she too fails to find the child in question. “Daddy, I swear. She looked exactly like me! Maybe she’s my sister!”

Chuckling warmly, I tug my pup towards the theater entrance. “I know you want a sister, my love, but your mommy only gave birth to you.”

“No, daddy, that was my sister.” She insists stubbornly. “I decided!”

This is not the first time my daughter has invented an imaginary sibling or invisible friend to play with, after all, don’t all children at this age? I know it’s no use arguing, and I don’t want to stifle her creativity. Instead I shake my head in amusement and agree, “All right little one. Sister or not, it’s time for the movie.”

From her expression, Paisley suspects I’m merely humoring her, but she doesn’t argue. She’s too excited to see this film. For the next two hours, my sweet pup delights at the antics of the characters on the sprawling silver screen, and I sit back and enjoy the sound of her laughter. With her medical

troubles I have to relish every moment of joy we can find, especially the simple joys like this one.

degree view of my beautiful city. Stuffing our faces full of rich Italian food, we gaze out the floor to ceiling windows as night falls over Nightfang Valley. Just as thousands of electric lights spark to life below us, illuminating the darkened city, Paisley begins to dance in her seat. “Daddy T have

was here she could take our pup inside the ladies’ room and help her through the process. Unfortunately, I can do no such thing. I know it’s not a big deal, but I don’t like taking my

line offer to help Paisley, but my little girl has a prideful streak. “Daddy I’m not a baby ‘nymore, I can

I’ll wait right here.” I vow, raising my palms in

Paisley disappears inside, I

nonetheless. This is the downside of being Alpha; I can’t go anywhere without being recognized, and the tabloids

though she starts to walk off

and belatedly wondering if she somehow managed to change clothes in the restroom. I’m almost certain she wasn’t wearing a pink

writhe and fight my hold. “Stranger danger!”

tightening my grip on the squirming bundle so that she does not topple out of my arms. I don’t know

eyes to slits, “I’m Riley and I don’t like you. Let me go!” She repeats, pummeling my muscular

you doing?” A small voice sounds in the vicinity of my hip, and I

clothes, “What? How is this possible?” Scenting the pup in my arms, I realize she truly isn’t Paisley. She smells similar, but Paisley’s fragrance is slightly sweeter and more delicate. More importantly, this pup smells like Paisley did when

girl who called herself Riley is staring down at Paisley in shock, and my daughter begins

hands, stunning

me into action, and I push through the gathered shifters to follow the retreating mother and pup. The blonde slipped away so quickly that I waste valuable time trying to find her, relying on my vision rather than my other senses. By the time I knock enough sense into my head to track her scent, it’s too late. I catch one last glimpse of the woman as she stands calmly in the elevator waiting for the