Where Wolves Roam

Chapter 1: Luna Moorley

                       Luna's p.o.v
I wake up to the annoying beeping of my alarm clock. Today is birthday number 15. Yay. In my opinion,  birthdays are the worst. Of course that could just be because every year on my birthday I've been moved to a different foster home, but hey,  who's asking.  Anyway,  as soon as I get up I start packing. I've been through this a million times before. My foster mom, Rose,  came in and saw me unpacking.
"Luna? What are you doing?" she asked.
"Packing. What does it look like?" I hated being mean to Rose, but she should have know that this was my routine. I had mentioned it yesterday.
"Well,  you don't need to, and you'll never have to again!" Rose said excitedly.
"Why?" I ask. That makes no sense, unless...
"Alfred and I are adopting you!"
I stared. Me, be adopted? I could never. Okay!
I was so happy! Finally a real(ish) family!!! I loved Rose and Alfred as if they were my real parents, and Zara,   their younger daughter and I were already best friends! Rose got up and left the room to leave me with my thoughts. Suddenly there was a knock at my door.
"By the way, you don't have to go to school today." said Rose's voice through the door.
"Thanks!" I called back.
I laid on my bed, smiling. Today was going to be a great day!