Daphne’s Point of View
It did not take me long to finish getting ready after Caleb left. I took a few long breaths to calm my inflamed face before I left our room. Caleb has my heart pounding. As the Luna of my pack, and with us still entertaining guests then I cannot be waltzing around like a lovesick puppy, filled with lust. Once I felt the blood leave my face, and my pulse slow I knew it was time to leave the room. Surprisingly I felt rather hungry this morning but thinking about the activities of the previous night it should not have been a surprise that I have worked up an appetite.
With the ghost of last night replaying through my mind, and a huge smile on my face I happily left the bedroom and headed downstairs to have breakfast. I barely made it out of the room before my arm was grabbed and I was yanked into the study.
“What the hell Scarlett that hurt.” I whisper yell at my sister as she finally relents and releases my arm.
Alma’s words had successfully shocked both Scarlett and I into silence for a long moment. Hawk was not just the Alpha’s son but was also the next in line to take over his pack.“How sure is he that this witch is his destined mate?” Scarlett finally gasped out, breaking the tense silence we had been locked in.“He is sure enough that he would lay his own life down for hers.” Alma practically whispers back. I can see that this is sitting heavy on her heart and mind.Seeing her obvious discomfort spurred me into action. “Well then I hope to be celebrating their mating ceremony soon. As I said before Luna Alma you will find that we have no issues with Viola, or your pack. I am actually hoping that this will help strengthen our bonds, and we would welcome her with open arms here.”A smile broke out upon Alma’s face at my words. “Luna Daphne you cannot possibly fathom how much I appreciate your kind wo
It was a full moon the night I was born. My mother Amanda was the Luna of the Silver Moon pack. She is a proud and beautiful warrior, a strong mate to my father the Alpha. My mother had already blessed him with a daughter 10 years prior to this birth, my sister Scarlett.Scarlett had the beauty that my mother possessed. Bright red hair, green eyes brighter than the most polished emerald. She was already tall for a ten year old, and showed a great intelligence in school, as well as on the training field. She was both beautiful and intelligent which are both traits revered in the werewolf community.Even though my father already had a star child he was excited for my mother to give birth again. This time she was pregnant with twins. Twins are a rarity in the werewolf world, simply because werewolves have larger babies. I have heard all the stories about how he fawned over my mother her entire pregnancy.
I woke up before the sun could even rise. Today was my eighteenth birthday. In a normal child’s life this would be a day that is celebrated; but, not for me. Today would be no different than yesterday or the day before.I rolled off the makeshift mattress I set up in my room and go wash my face in the sink. I catch a glimpse of my face in the mirror and I see that the bruises on my neck are fading. The cut on my head has already healed. For a moment I allow myself to have a small pity party. Although I do not believe that I am horrible looking, I am definitely not the beauty that my sister is known to be. I am not as tall as other girls my age and I although I am constantly called fat the truth is I am rather gaunt looking. I look at my mousey brown hair hating every strand of it. I look at my almond shaped hazel eyes and wish they were green like my sisters. After washing up I throw on a
My wolf was less joyed about the return trip home. She knew what was about to happen. She knew that we had to keep our head down and take the slaps and name calling. One more day to us. One more day wishing we were anywhere else but here. We both knew that today would be one of the worst days though. Today was a reminder to my entire pack, but especially to my parents, that I was alive and my brother was not. I entered the pack house through the back door, making sure that I made as little noise as possible. As long as the pack members were asleep, I was safe. I turned on the two big coffee makers we had in the kitchen and started to get out the skillets I would need to make up the pack breakfast.Most pack members have their own homes. The members that live here in the pack house are the Alpha, the Luna, the Beta and his mate, a few of our strongest warriors, and a few
I do not mind cleaning. Usually I can stay out of the way of pack members, and since I clean everyday there is not much that needs done. Our pack house has ten guest rooms that are currently empty. I start by opening all the windows to air out the unused rooms. I love breathing in the crisp mountain air that comes in. Changing out the linens is a quick process since every room has its own closet with fresh sheets in them. The Luna takes great pride in the fact that the pack house is color coordinated. Every room that houses pack members or guest is decorated in its own color scheme.My favorite room is to the south of the pack house. Its color scheme is a natural light green. I love being able to look out the windows and see the forest tops. Simply being in the room brings a peace to my soul. I take a little longer in that room, changing the linens, and putting fresh towels in the attached washroom. As I am finishing up, I can hear Melissa&
Caleb’s Point of ViewBeing an Alpha means that I must do things on occasion that I do not want to do, the Mabon Ball is one of those things. I hate being surrounded by people, all of them trying to kiss up to the Alpha. I have a strong dislike for fake people. I would much rather be running through the woods, patrolling my borders, or training with my warriors. Unfortunately, politics demand that I attend this function. I have been the Alpha of my pack since I was fourteen years old. My father and mother the previous Alpha and Luna were murdered by rogues. I was one of the youngest Alphas and because of that I pushed myself to be the best. I can say with pride that my pack is one of the largest packs in the north west. We are also one of the strongest packs. I train my warriors without
Caleb’s Point of ViewI hated waking up in a strange bed. I hated even more that my normal routine could not be kept. Par usual I wake up before almost everyone else. I quickly throw on some sweatpants, not even bothering with a shirt. These rare hours that I have to myself I use them to spoil myself. The rest of my days are filled with meetings, trainings, and other pack business. With the tension in my shoulders I know that I need to let my wolf out on a run so that I am calmer tonight for the festivities. I know that my pack is hoping that I find my mate tonight. Truth be told I am a little anxious to find her as well.I quickly make my way out of the pack house, and instantly my body starts to loosen up. I head to the south and find myself looking up at the window of the room I slept in last night. The Silver Moon pack has been very generous since we arrived, and I am thankful that Theo is great with polit
Daphne’s Point of ViewAfter the altercation with Heather I had cleaned up the dining room. I carefully avoided all contact with not only my pack, but the visiting pack members as well. As soon as I had the dining room cleaned up, I washed up the dishes and retreated to my room. Everyone else was busy worrying about the visiting pack. I just wanted to disappear.The next morning my throat was still sore and a little scratchy from where Heather had choked me. Checking the mirror, I can see that the bruises were already fading from sight. Since I love to shift every morning and go for a run my healing abilities are pretty good. Being a werewolf means that we heal relatively quickly, but if you do not regularly shift your healing abilities can be hindered.Heading out the back door I was extra careful to be quiet this morning. Since we are rarely visited by other packs I do not know if th