“Picking my Luna…not this again,” Gary said to himself. He was so startled that he had to take a seat, and Tom did so next to him. He started to remember when the message had first appeared about him selecting a Luna.
At the time, there were some conditions that needed to be followed for the selection of a Luna, but as to why Gary had never picked one, it was because of what a Luna was to a pack.
“What did the message exactly say? Why is he forcing me to pick a Luna? Is it just me, or is this a similar situation to where a father is asking his son when is he going to get married? I’m only 19…or 20. Damn, man, I’m stressed these days; I don’t even know how old I am.”
Tom could see his friend was clearly startled and stressed out by the situation, so he needed to be the voice of reason.