"Did I miss anything important?" I asked breathlessly as I hurried into the room.
"No, but you are late." My father, Alpha Rick, stated.
Just a few minutes earlier I had finished my patrol of the perimeter of our territory. I was walking back to the house so I could shower when I remembered that I had a meeting. As usual, my father decided that Wednesday was a great day for a meeting and that 6 pm was the perfect time for it. This annoys me because my patrol hours are from 4-6 pm on Wednesdays, which means that I am always late for meetings.
"If you hadn't strategically started the meeting at the exact moment I finished patrol this wouldn't have happened." I huffed as I sat in my seat. Every person in the room has an assigned seat based on their rank in the pack. Since I am the future Alpha and Luna I sit to my father's right, whereas our Beta, George, sits to my father's left. Normally the future Alpha is the eldest son of the Alpha, but my brothers did not accept their wolves like the rest of us. When my brothers were younger they decided that they would rather live as a human. So, a few years ago they told us that they would rather leave the pack and take drugs to subdue their wolves than to accept who they really are. Once they left I was the only child left in our family, therefore making me the next Alpha. Or at least, I would become the Alpha if I didn't have a mate.
"Melissa, you know better than to talk to me like that." He scolded playfully.
"So, what is this meeting about anyway?" I ask as I finally began to catch my breath.
After rolling his eyes and shuffling through the pile of papers in front of him for a while just to annoy me further, he then looked up and said.
"The Alpha of the Royal Moonlight Pack has sent an invite for all the single wolves to go to a ball that he is holding at his castle at the end of this month." All twenty of us young executive members stared at him with our mouths hanging open. Balls are still a thing?
"Why is he holding a ball?" I ask after a few moments.
"It is being held to help young wolves, like you, to find their mates. The ball is also being held for Prince Niall. He is of age so that can take over his father's position of Alpha, but the King wants him to find his mate before he hands the pack over to him." said my father. Beside me, Nicole started squirming and squealing in her seat.
"Oh my God! We will get to see the prince!!" she practically screamed in my ear.
"Nicole! That hurt!" I whined as I rubbed my ear. She just can't contain any excitement.
"Sorry Melissa! I'm just so excited to see the prince! Is he hot? Will he notice me and dance with me? Wait, oh my God, what if he's my mate!" she squealed again. My father sighed and shook his head.
"Ok, calm down Nicole." She slowly started breath slower and didn't squirm as much. Once she calmed down enough and had quieted down my father continued.
"Since it is a ball, the King has requested that all of you get the appropriate dancing lessons. So starting next Wednesday, all you young wolves are taking dancing lessons from 7-9pm. Got it?" I groaned. Not another thing for me to do on Wednesday's!
"Does that mean I get out of doing patrol on Wednesdays?" I asked semi-hopeful. My patrol hours are 4-6 on Wednesday. I love running,especially if it means avoiding homework. It is just so refreshing and is a great time to think.
"No, you are still going to do patrol on Wednesday. You are the future Luna, you should be able to juggle many things at once." My dad answered smugly. Typical, he always finds a way to logically explain everything he does to cause me discomfort.
"What if I've got homework? Grade 12 homework takes a long time to do!" I asked. He rolled his eyes.
"The answer is no and you know that." He then proceeded to gather up his papers. Once all his papers were collected, he dismissed us.
As soon as I stood up, my best friend, Bree, immediately bowled me over. Bree is the beta's daughter, so she was at the meeting too.
"I can't believe we are going to the prince's ball!" She squealed. Thankfully she did it quieter than Nichole had. Laughing, I give her a quick squeeze.
"Let me guess, you want to go dress shopping Friday after school?" I asked.
"Yes!! Plus I call having Brandon as a dance partner!"
"Well, I call Carter for my dance partner!!" I said laughing.
Matt turned around and gave us a disapproving look. Instead of quieting down, Bree and I start laughing even harder. He seriously looks funny when he tries to be serious.
"I can't believe you two are that excited about going to a ball." He said as he shook his head.
"Ya, to bad you can't go and see the prince." I said while smiling like a dork.
"Like I would want to go. Especially if there are hundreds of girls drooling and screaming over him." He said with a grimace. Bree and I laugh again. He was right, there probably will be girls drooling. At least I won't be one of them.
Just then a pair of arms grab me around the waist. I laugh as my guy friend, Carter, lifts me up and spins around. He puts me back in my feet, and plants a quick kiss on my cheek.
"I don't blame you, but these two won't be doing that, right guys?" Brandon, Bree's guy friend, said as he hugged her from behind. Lots of people think that Bree and Brandon are a couple and Carter and I are one too. We aren't though. We just are friends that enjoy each others company very much.
Carter is a slim, muscular guy. He has shoulder length, pin straight blond hair and brown eyes. He normally is shy and quiet except when he is around Brandon, Bree, and I. Then he is a little louder. Brandon is a character to say the least. Short brown hair, blue eyes, and fairly muscular. I still think he is a little kid at times. Way too much energy.
Bree is a lot like Brandon character wise. Long, blond curly hair, blue eyes with a distinctive yellow streak in her left eye, and pure energy. Lots of people think that she and Brandon are mates, but their not. If those two are that perfect for each other, I can't imagine what it will be like when they find their mates. I have long brown hair, brown eyes, and the so called responsible one of the group. Most of times we are crazy like little kids but when someone needs to take charge, it's me. Probably because I have alpha blood in me.
"I'm hungry!" Brandon complained.
"Race you to the food court!" Bree yelled before sprinting away. Immediately Brandon bolted after her. Carter looks at me and I shake my head. I feel no need to run to the food court, it's not like they will run out of food. Also, I'm not even hungry.
