A Luna's Moon {book one}

Part one || Chapter one

The days were dull, grey and lonely. My parents? Well they were long gone. Dead. I happen to be an only child, with not alot of other family. Thoughts plagued Emily's mind as she thought back to her parents. I miss you mum and dad.
She was taken in by her god parents and best friend after her parents passed. 'I know, every teenage girls dream, right? Living with your best friend. A party every night.' But under the circumstances they were faced with, it was not really a dream at all. It was reality. 'It was my reality'. The harsh and cruel reality of life. But life doesn't last forever.
Emily had hoped it was all just a dream, that she would wake up and it would have just been a bad dream, that everything was going to be okay. She hoped that she would wake up and her mum would be cooking breakfast, pancakes and muffins, and that her dad would be knocking on the bedroom door, yelling for his daughter to get up and get herself to school. Em always overslept.
But, much to her dismay, dreams weren't real. They were really, truly gone. But life goes on, right? Or so that's what everyone told the young girl, but all she could think was 'my life continued, while theirs ended'.

"Emily!" Her name was called by her best friend, and adoptive sister, Spencer. The sound of the girls voice pulled Em from her thoughts.

"I'm up!' She yelled back, rolling over in her bed, only to end up on the floor tangled in her sheets. "Ugh." She groaned.

"Get up!" Spencer yelled louder, walking away from the room. "She's so lazy." She muttered, thinking her friend couldn't hear.

"I am up!" Em yelled, untangling herself from the sheets and lifting herself off of the oak flooring.
"And I'm not lazy. I just like the comfort and safety that my lovely, warm bed happens to provide."

So the story starts, like most do, with a girl, Emily SaintClaire, Em for short, getting out of her extremely comfortable bed. Seriously, what story doesn't?
'Stories that aren't cliche', she mentally told my self.

"It's too early." Em groaned before making her way down the stairs to find Spencer and her parents sitting on the sofas in the spacious living room of the Hart family Home.

"Good Morning." Emily chirped, sitting down with them all.

"Mum and dad would like to speak with us." Spencer chimmed.

"So girls." Her mother, Natalia, began. "Since your both almost 18, and when you turn 18 you will turn into your full, and true, wolf self. As in, you will get your pack mark and will find your mate, hopefully." The 17 year olds looked at each other a bit confused as to why they were hwating this. This was something that they knew before starting pre-school.

"Mum." Spencer began. "As you should already know, I already found my mate, well he found me not knowing I wasn't 18 yet, but still. And this is already known to us. Why do we need to be told this all again?"

Yes, Spencer and her mother loved to rant and ramble and talk way too much. Mr Hart, on the other hand, looked as though he could strangle both his wife and his daughter.

"Yes, Spencer, we know. But the thing is," the older lady looked towards her husband, giving him an unreadable look. "your farther and I have to leave town for a few months, on pack business."
Spencer's parents were the pack travellers. They attended conference meetings and began the transitions to alliances. In other, more simpler words, they were an extremely important part of the pack.

"I know how much neither of you want to go and stay in the Pack house until necessary, so we're allowing you to stay home." Mr Hart, most commonly known as Marcus, smiled at the two girls.

"Just don't break anything or leave the stove on, okay?" Mrs Hart let out a soft laugh.

"I actually thought they were going to tell us we had to move into the house or something crazy like that." Spencer laughed as she entered her room, Emily following her lead but turning to her own bedroom door.

"They don't hate us that much." She called to the other girl. "Do they?"