Becoming the Luna

"What does Luna mean?" He asks again when they were finally left alone on the third floor, the journey had taken a lot more time that he had budgeted for and if he wasn't ignorant of where to go, he would have deserted them both a long time ago.

Some people had been nice enough to hold small talk with him but most had just either waved or said hi, he didn't mind, he wasn't one for socializing or chaperoning small talk.

He did note however, how long it took Hayden to let go of the babies and toddlers that had been put in his arms.

He was relieved no one thought to give him a child to hold, the least of their worries would be the child breaking down in sobs because Yanis could just mistakenly toss the child over the banister.

"You know you could stay with us if you wanted…" Hayden was saying when they got to the apartment he would be staying at. "There's a lot of spare rooms…"

Without hesitation, Virgil and Yanis both say at the same time. "No."

"Thank you, Minou." Yanis pulls his shorter friend into a hug. "But you should get some rest too, you've been on the road for a good part of today." He picks up his bags and push open the door.

"I'll get to settling in and yes…" he cuts off Hayden's incoming offer. "I know where you live, I'll knock if I need help." He says quickly, disappearing inside his apartment.

Hayden just watches the closed door with worry on his face. "Do you think, Yani will be okay?"

Virgil just leans down and sweeps his Luna off his feet. "Yanis is all grown up, he'll be fine." He replies blankly, making his way to heir apartment.

They had a very big lunch so they weren't particularly hungry, it was just late afternoon now, they had spent most of the day away.

"You're going to work now right?" Hayden asks quietly, his arms thrown around Virgil.

"Yeah, I have quite a lot to catch up on, plus I know you want to know about your dad so I'll get to working on that." He responds, making his way to their bedroom.

"Shower with me first?" Hayden prompts, eyes flashing a soft amber.

•~•

"I can't believe you called mom." Dream complains as Darian drives up to their house, getting down before the car was even turned off, blue-grey eyes flashing angrily.

"Because I know exactly what you can do Dream, you wouldn't give any fucks about my opinion." Darian slams his fists against the steering wheel, hurrying out of the car as well.

Dream stops halfway to the house, spinning around in a fury. "And so you called mom, like some whiny child!" He yells, turning around to continue his stomping to the door.

Darian just curses under his breath, rubbing a hand over his face and praying for strength. 

"I can't believe you're making me out to be the bad guy, how can you go work for a guy who made you out to be a laughingstock ." Darian follows his brother into the house, refusing to back down.

"That's because you don't know the whole story, besides if that hadn't happened I would still have to be hiding away from the world."

"Maybe then that would have been better!" Daraian blurts out without thinking, coming into the kitchen where Dream had gone to get himself a drink of water.

The cup in Dream's hand clatters to the ground, water splashing. "What?" He whispers, eyes dark. "I can't believe you just said that." He says in a tight voice, brushing past Darian and heading to his room.

"It's all to protect you!" Darian calls, still following after him, trying to get him to see reason.

Dream whirls around, eyes blazing amber. "Protect me from what? Living?"

Darian just pulls on his hair, unable to get his thoughts into words, he didn't want to escalate the situation either.

Dream didn't understand, staying around that Alpha was bad news but knowing his strong-willed brother, he had already made up his mind and anything Darian tried or said would only backfire.

"I thought as much." Dream shakes his head when his brother doesn't reply him, storming to his room.

He flung open his wardrobe and dragged down suitcases, he was done with being spoon-fed like he was nothing but a helpless child, they didn't understand…

He had planned to be civil about things, explaining everything to his mom and peacefully packing up, he had even considered making it so that he could come back home weekends but Darian had ruined all that by trying to order him around.

"Dream?" Darian asks in a dark voice when he comes his to see his brother packing up. "What… what are you doing?"

Dream doesn't even spare him a glance, face set, lips drawn in a right line. "What does it look like?" He retorts rhetorically, shoving all his toiletries in a carry-on bag.

"You can't possibly mean to go live there?!" Darian half yells.

"Watch me." Dream mutters resolutely.

"See!" Darian throws his hands up, his eyes back to their upset shade of silver. "This is exactly why I called mom, you never listen to me!"

"I could say the same to you!" Dream snaps back, his hair falling from his loose knot with all his vigorous movements. 

"I just want to live, Darian, what do you want from me? What do you want me to do? Sit in this house forever?!"

"No!" Darian yells back, their voices escalating. "I don't expect you to move into the enemy's house either!"

"Don't be so bloody dramatic!!!"

"Children?" Dia comes in at this moment, fear in her eyes, DD was still back at the Pack House. "What's going on? Dream?" She glances at him, eyes widening when she sees that he was already packed. "Darian?" She looks over to her either son who had his huge arms crossed in front of him like he was holding himself back.

"Dream is moving in with Dale." Darian blurts out without context.

"What?" Dia whispers in horror.