Becoming the Luna - Chapter 374

“It’s all Kieran’s fault!” Erin immediately blurts out, hiding her face in both hands.

Dream rears back at this. “Kieran’s fault? Why is it his fault? What’s he doing with the rings anyway? Isn’t Dale supposed to be the one holding onto them?” He narrows his eyes suspiciously.

“It’s time to get dressed.” Deidre comes over to get him. “You can always get married with those beautiful matching charm bracelets you both got…”

“That’s not the issue here.” Dream massages his temples. “I told Dale to let me keep the rings because I know that something just like this was going to happen but he said he was going to handle it… where’s my phone?” He starts to search around, his mom had come in earlier that morning to drag Dale away with some bullshit reason Dream can’t seem to remember.

Erin winces as she watches Dream search furiously for his phone, knowing that the Alpha’s phone was sitting in the bed where her Luna had tossed it only a few minutes ago, this was going to get ugly soon.

She makes a move to point this out to Dream but Deidre catches her gaze and makes furous hand gestures for her not to.

“I’m going to call him and he’s going to explain… aha! There you are….” He finally finds his phone, speed dialing his mate.

A soft ringing sound starts from the bed and Dream slowly turns around in a cold rage, his phone still held to his ear as he figures out what is going on.

“That’s it, I’m using my knife collection on him.”

“D-Dream, no… the Alpha gave it to Kieran so he wouldn’t lose it, Kieran kept it in his drawer but Mints somehow got to it and now we have to idea where the ring box has gone.” Erin explains nervously, wringing her hands.

Dream gives her an intense look with narrow eyes, sweeps to the far wall where there’s a special cupboard hung on the wall.

“One, two, three… good, I have more than enough knives for all of you.” Dream notes calmly.

Erin goes pale at this, bowing. “We’ll get to finding it right away.” She says with sincerity, dashing out.

“Would you let me dress you up for goodness sake?” Deidre blurts out, already tired of holding out her younger brother’s outfit.

“Sorry.” His wedding clothes, one couldn’t exactly refer to it as a suit, because it consisted of just a flowy loose shirt – his baby bump needed to breathe – and tailored silk pants.

Much like the one that Hayden would also wear, just that Dream’s own had a silver hue to it.

Dream had a feeling that both Pack Houses were a physical representation of the word chaos and he also knows that after getting dressed, Deidre wouldn’t allow him to leave the bedroom till it was time.

Even now while he was still undressed and he really wanted to talk to Hayden, he needed someone to rant to.

So a phone call it would be, he decides, getting his phone to ring up his best friend and half brother, DD getting started on his hair.

•~•

‘I don’t vibe with any of this.’ 

Virgil complains as they run through the woods, paws hitting the soft soil and cover of grass and leaves with soft thuds.

Dale snorts, his wolf and Virgil’s running in tandem.

‘you don’t vibe with anything that’s not Hayden.’

‘as all things should be.’

Virgil agrees sagely.

Shana had gotten them to go on this wild goose chase to get Columbines which grew in swathes in a deep part of the woods.

She was probably just trying to get them far away from the Pack House, it was working.

‘so…’

Dale drawls by way of conversation.

‘what?’

Virgil bites back at him, impatient.

Dale isn’t surprised, Virgil was like a hedgehog, all prickly and dangerous on the outside, and soft inside, you had to be Hayden to get at his soft side though.

‘have any idea what Columbines look like?’

Dale finally blurts out what has been bothering him for the past couple miles.

Virgil slides to a stop, throwing his Bing head around to the side to stare at Dale who had equally stopped beside him.

‘what?’

‘the flowers Shana told us to go get, do you know what it looks like?’

‘we’re getting flowers?’ 

Virgil asks with an audible frown in his voice.

Dale pads over to a three and slams his head on the trunk, a couple birds chirping and flying away.

‘what did you think we were doing?’

He asks in disbelief, throwing an incredulous look at Virgil.

He watches the other white wolf make a vague gesture like he was shrugging and sit down on the grassy floor.

‘I don’t know, I was just following you…’

‘you weren’t listening to Shana?’

‘no.’

An angry thump of a huge fluffy tail.

‘she was annoying so I tuned her out.’

Dale chooses to ignore the pout in his friend’s voice.

‘sure…’

He mutters dryly.

‘do you at least know what a Columbine looks like…’

At Virgil silence, Dale forges on.

‘because, if you don’t you’re the one linking to Shana to ask, I’d rather not get sassed by…’

‘shut the fuck up for one minute, I’m trying to remember something.’ 

Virgil disses him, thinking hard.

He remembers that Hayden once had a stuffie, some colorful flower with a smiley face that he had named Captain Columbine… why the fuck was Virgil remembering all this now?

It was so long ago, right when they were still kids.

He remembers the stuffie but the image of it refuses to form in his mind’s eye… until…

‘yeah, I know what it looks like, let’s go.’

Dale gives Virgil a skeptical look but follows along, he could not help but feel like something was going to go terribly wrong…

They were probably going to end up picking up some weedy or itchy plant and Shana would beat them with it before sending them back but in a way that was slightly better than getting yelled at, at least then he wouldn’t be in it all alone.

•~•

“Hi, Dream…” Hayden greets cheerily after picking his brother’s call, Jennie had finally convinced him to wear his clothes and was now currently struggling with the clasp of his pants and failing to get it done.

Hayden pays her no mind, it wasn’t like he could reach it anyway plus he really wanted to wear Virgil’s clothes to their wedding.

“Hay! You wouldn’t believe what just happened this morning…” He immediately dives into it.

“The rings are missing.” Hayden easily guesses.

“Yes!” Dream half yells, making Deidre scold him. “I told you this would happen, didn’t I?”

“Yes, yes you did…” Hayden half chuckles, holding up Virgil’s t-shirt that he still had on with his free hand so that Jennie could figure out his pants, she was crouched in front of him, making frustrated sounds.

“It was exactly why I wanted to hold on to them but he said he wanted them to be a surprise, well I’m waiting for him behind the door of our bedroom with a bat, how’s that for a surprise?” Dream rages.

Hayden laughs harder at this. “I don’t think you’re going to get to see him till we’re walking down the aisle.” He reminds him.

“Fine, I’ll hide my bat in this wedding dress of a shirt and beat him with it when we get to the makeshift altar…”

“Don’t call it that, Dream.” Hayden scolds, constantly laughing ever since he started talking to the other.

“But that’s what it is, no? Shana is the minister, we might as well be getting married in the living room…”

“Come on, don’t be mean, she really wants to do this, she even got legally ordained to…”

“Yeah, so she can use weird words instead…” Dream is quick to add.

He didn’t mind, he was the first to support it but he liked messing with her because no one else could.

“So what’s going on with the rings?” Hayden asks in concern. “I’m surprised Dale hasn’t told you yet.”

“Probably because he doesn’t know.” Dream sighs insufferably, reaching up to rub his eyes only for Deidre to smack his hands away, reminding him to not smear his makeup.

Dream just nods, knowing that he would rub his eyes as soon as he got the chance to.

“What?”

“Yeah, he gave them to Kieran to hold onto them for him and somehow Kie let Mints get to them…”

“Oh no…” Hayden mutters, eyes going wide. “You don’t think Mints ate the box, do you?”

Dream’s eyes go wide at this, a sound of misery leaving him… why was he marrying the moron again?

Yeah… he remembers, it’s because he loved him to death…

“I have a feeling the box is bone shaped…” Dream blurts out, tone forlorn…

Hayden blinks furiously, wondering if there was something wrong with his phone’s reception because there was no way he could have heard that right. “What?”

“It’s just a hunch, he buys me tons of bone shaped trinkets, because I said once that I liked some bone shaped pillow, I’m just happy that he’s buying me gifts but the crazy person probably thinks I’m obsessed with it.

“Well, it would explain why Mints snatched it.” Hayden points out logically.

Dream just let out another drawn out groan. “That’s it, I’m gonna kill him…”

“You say that everyday, Dream…”