Elena’s POV
Exhaling heavily, I press my hand to my damp forehead. It was a long day, tortuous and monotonous as ever. Another day of picking up after unruly werewolves, taking care of their armor, bloodied, and scratched, their boots, feeding them, meal after meal of meat and rice, and finally, listening to their battle plans and faking vigor.
“Elena,” my father calls from the doorway, his voice as scratchy as the werewolves’ howls. “There is more money needed for your sister’s school.”
I bow my head out of habit. “Yes, father.”
Despite my hammering heart, I manage to look him in his eternal bloodshot eyes. He sways back and forth slightly, stinking of the whisky that he drinks like water.
Speaking of, he takes a pull of the golden whisky and sighs heavily.
“Piece of trash you are, Elena!!”
“I know, father.” I whisper.
Let’s discount that I work full-time as a maid to an unruly werewolf pack, this pack of violent outsiders. I work hard to put my sister through a prestigious school that guarantees at least respect from these werewolves. She is going to be a doctor, that specializes just in their needs. Correct, they heal quickly but things can always be added.
Once upon a time we were a happy safe family, all together in one piece. My mom was the glue that kept us together. Now, it has been an endless winter in my heart after she passed away.
My mother died when I was 16, trying to get me a dress for my birthday. After we buried her, my dad drank away our family saving’s, broke his hand in a drunken sorrowful rage, and lost his carpentry job.
I didn’t even get to graduate high school, today being my 18th birthday. My low-level education keeps me on the low totem pole in this world run by werewolves.
After a final glare, my father walks off on unsteady feet bumping into whatever is in his way. I take a seat on my bed of lumps in silence.
“Pssst! Pssst!”
Turning my head and ignoring my heavy sinking heart, I see Sally, my friend, at the back window of my little hole I call a room.
"Hey.. you" I tries to form a smile, fighting back tears.
My hands tremble at the thought of being unable to provide for my sister , and I shut my eyes against the bile rising in my throat.
“Happy birthday, Elena!” Sally whispers, "Ohh. Dear. Have you cried?"
"I'm alright. Just my father. You know. What is it?" I saw a golden foiled letter in her hands.
Sally shoves the golden foiled letter in my face. Shakily, I take it, unable to open it.
“I got us in!! I got us in!!”
“To what? ” I'm totally lost
“The best party ever!I bought you a dress! Let’s go!”
“Sally… I don't think..” Spots appear before my eyes as I feel faint.
“you don't need to think. It's your birthday! You need to let loose. Just go with me! Com'on! ”Sally interrupts me, dragging me out..
Yet my bravado dies within one hop out the window to go get ready with Sally.
My heart thunders in my chest as I force down the cold dread gripping to my bones. The only people that throw lavish parties are werewolves.
We are not werewolves; we are lowly humans.
I force a smile on my face and stay quiet to kill my nerves.
Within a half hour of entering her home, Sally convinced me to wear the white slip dress she bought me for the party. Now, Sally pulls me into an opulent massive ballroom, with golden walls and overflowing with beautiful women all covered in jewels. It is not cold; however, they are wearing these furs to look more appealing to the werewolves.
“Why are we here? ” I whisper.
Sally smiles at me as she offers me to fill her glass with wine. I do.
“Honey,” Sally sighs dramatically, “the owner of this house is Gamma Kevin, he oversees the humans in this pack, right? So, the pack of werewolves are searching for a mate for their king. A human girl in the pack over the age of 18 is up for grabs! Once the lucky one is chosen, she can be the pack’s luna! Ta-da! Happy birthday!”
I swallow dryly. Sally, I'm not feeling comfortable about this.”
Why would a werewolf want a human Luna? Why?