Crescent Moon [Paused]

One

A week.
   That's how long I felt sick. My stomache churned. I'd puke up almost everything I'd ate. My head rattled in excrutiating pain and to top it all off I was in constant heat like twenty four seven.

   Yes. You're probably reading this wondering if I'm sick or a dog. The politically correct term is werewolf. Well kinda- sorta. Maybe. It's umm . . . complicated.

  After flushing the crud down the toilet I turned toward the sink and began rinsing out my mouth with a plethora of asortments. I tried everything from soap to listerine to brushing my teeth. Twenty minutes later I was successful with a fresher and mint flavored breath.

  Skulking out of the bath, my mind rattled once more. This time my eyes butned almost like I had just woken up from a night of bad sleep.

"There you are!" Percy called. He looked at me with his sly sarcastic smile. Percy was my little brother. Although at times he acted like he was my big brother. "Still not feeling good?"

  I shook my head.
The idea of feeling better was like a torturing reminder of the perks of puberty.

"I'll survive." I smiled managing. "At least I think I will."

"Cool." Percy nodded. "Hey, I'm going to Annabeth's house. Tell mom and Dad I'll be back before dark."

"Will do Capitan Seaweed!" I raised my hand in salute as he rolled his eyes and walked off.

I honestly had to thank Annabeth for the nickname. If it werenr for her naming him Seaweed Brain, i couldnt come up with that nickname. I snorted up milk the moment I heard the srory. Apparently she'd read a book about some kid named Percy Jackson and his firned nicknamed him so. I found it ironic that my brother was named after this Jackson fellow.

Proping myself on the couch, I flipped on the tv and watched some cartoons. The classics to be honest. The Flintstones. The Jefferson's. Even the old Scooby Doo. It was a marathon of classic cartoons any 90's kid would've loved it. Hours breezed by and I would toss and turn in pain. Occasionally I would puke up in the bathroom toilet and other times I'd completely miss and make due with the floor.

Around five in the afternoon my parents walked in and looked at me with a sense of weary, confusion and a taste of disgust.

"Lydia!" My mom rushed over taking my temperature. She cooed and gawked at me as she felt my forehead. "You look worse than last night."

"Is it a narural bug?" Dad wondered as he put down his bags and rushed over toward me.

"I doubt it." Mom replied. "It's familiar but doesn't seem common."

"Natalie. What so you mean?" Dad asked cautiously.

"Our daughter has begun her first mating season." Mom laughed with joy.

   I rolled over in pain, annoyed.

The simple thought of finding my mate made my heartbreak. I didn't want a mate. I wanted my birthright. I was choosen and born to become the first female Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack in over three centuries. But in a single moment all that could be snatched away.

"So you're telling me I'm going to lose my status as Beta?" I groaned in pain.

Dad gazed at me with tender eyes. "We can talk about that when you're all better, sweetheart."

He swept his fingers through my hair. I smiled gingerly. Dad always knew how to make me feel at ease with problems. It was like his superpower.

"Okay. Thanks Dad." He continued to race his fingers through my hair as my eyes slowly grew heavier by the second.

"Before you drift off into sleep, where's your brother?" Dad wondered.

"He's at Annabeth's." I murmured as I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep, deep sleep.

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I don't know why but having Lydia talk with her Dad and see their relationship is kinda nice.

So vague reference to Rick Riordan and his PJO series. Love the names and yes Percy and Annabeth are dating.

I wonder who's Lydia's mate?

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~Bei.