Ghost Finder

Chapter One

Brielle
The library in the main pack house has been my sanctuary ever since my visits here turned into a permanent stay. After the first few years, my mother couldn't stand giving her daughter over every now and then to a werewolf, so she finally decided that I should live here.
I plop down on the floor, scanning the very bottom row for a book I haven't read and memorized yet, more specifically, about humans with special powers. I'll only be half surprised if I don't find it, because humans like me don't come around as often as werewolves do.
I sigh when I don't find it and settle on rereading the book about the different types of werewolves.
"Rogue Werewolves"
When a werewolf becomes a rogue, that means they relinquish their position in their family pack and their mate or ability to find their mate. There aren't many of them out there because werewolves prefer to stay among their kind, but that doesn't mean it won't happen.
In order for a werewolf to become Rogue, they have to wait for a full moon in order to stand at the tallest peak in the state they live in and howl to the moon. It's said that the Alpha-Beta Gods will hear their cry and take those things away. Once it's complete their family pack will only have but a distant memory of them and their mate will be paired with someone else.
The thing that some Rogues don't know, is that they can never go back to their old life and they can't start a new one somewhere else. They'll never have a mate or belong to another pack ever again.

I turn a few pages in the book. Despite already reading that passage more than I can count, it still saddens me. I wonder how many Rogues miss what they once had.

"Purists"
Purists are werewolves that become strictly wolf and give up their humanity. The process is a little similar to that of becoming Rogue, but instead, you have to climb Mount Everest, the tallest peak in the world. Once you become fully wolf, you will instantly return to your home. Like Rogues, you can never go back, but your family pack will remember you fully and your mate will be turned into a wolf as well so that you can stay together.

I close the book and slip it back into its place on the shelf. Getting up, I walk out and find my way into the packed living room. Mates Lily and Mathew are there surrounded by some of the kids they train. When Lily spots me staring at her, she sneers. She, Mathew and their other friends don't like me because I'm human and they find me too weak to live this life. I wish they'd give me a chance.
Former Alpha and Luna, and my mate Dean's parents are snuggled on a huge recliner. There are senior and teenage werewolves everywhere, and, finally, my mate himself, the current Alpha, and his Beta Roman Reigns. Roman Reigns' mate, Chloe, sits in a chair closest to them, glancing over from a TV she only seems to be staring at without comprehending what exactly is going on.
I know by the way Dean's shoulders rise a little that he know's I'm there, but I'm guessing his conversation with Ro is really important.
I'll try to catch him when he's free, I think as I turn in the direction of the staircase.
Dean's father handed him the Alpha position close to 18 years ago, a few days after I was born. Even though he's actually 36, he still looks eighteen. After a werewolf turns 18, their aging process slows down so that each 50 years for humans only means 1 for werewolves. That's one of the downsides about our bond. When I die, he'll die shortly after so he can't live the long life he's supposed to with his pack. I think that's why Lily and Mathew hate me so much. Understandable.
When I make it to my room, a lady is there, sitting on the edge of my bed. She has fiery red hair streaked with silver in a long lone braid down her spine and only a faint amount of wrinkles on her face. Despite that, she has the body of a teenage girl, strong and healthy and her spine seems ramrod straight as she sits like the Luna she was thousands upon thousands of years ago.
She's a ghost, and she haunts the room that used to be hers, my room. Her mate had died in battle against vampires and, like supposed to, she perished with him. The battle was close to the pack houses so she stayed here. There has to be more to the story than that because her spirit's still here while her mate's out farther in the woods that surrounds the houses where the battle took place.
"Hi, Luna Marie," I greet. She's a usual sight whenever I walk into my room. She's like a mother to me and I go to her for a lot of advice about things my actual mother would never understand.
She smiles, that small, secretive smile that's jam packed with parental pride. The smile that's only for me.
"Hello, Luna Brielle."
When Dean first explained that I would be Luna even though I wasn't a werewolf, I didn't quite believe him. I've never known of a human becoming any of the three top spots in a pack, but because I was his mate, the position is mine and mine alone for the rest of my pathetically, short life.
I sit beside her. Even though she's a ghost, she seems very much alive. I can feel her flesh and even sense her body heat.
"Did you find anything in the library?" she questions.
I shake my head sadly. She was the one that suggested I look there for anything that might pertain to me and my powers and I feel like I'm disappointing her by failing to find it.
As if reading my mind, she loops her arm around mine and squeezes reassuringly. "Don't worry, child," she says. "I'm sure we'll find something." She lets out the smallest sigh as she glances out the glass doors of my balcony where the view consists of nothing by the woods...where Alpha Bret's spirit roams. "At least one of us will find closure."
I pat her hand in comfort. She first told me the story of what happened when I was 13 years old. Even though I already knew every last detail as soon as I stepped foot through the door as a permanent resident at five, I still let her explain because I knew she wanted to talk about it, get it off her chest.
When I was 13, though, I had wanted to go out into the woods to find Alpha Bret, but I would be too far away from Dean and we all knew that was dangerous.
We sat there in a comfortable silence, a quiet that both of us relished and relaxed in, when a knock came at my door.
"Come in!" I call out and Roman opens the door, the crease in between his eyebrows letting me know that something weird-and possibly bad-is going on. "What's the matter, Ro?"
"There's a meeting in the office house next door that Dean wants you at," he explains.
"Is something the matter?" I stand, my palms sweaty. The office house hasn't been used since Alpha Bret came up with a plan on how to win their war against the vampires. We've had meetings since then, but they were about small things and were usually held in the living room.
"Dean'll explain everything once you head next door," Roman tells me.
I give him a firm nod before turning to Luna Marie and giving her a small wave goodbye. I know without a shadow of a doubt that her worried expression mirrors mine perfectly.
The Faded Night pack has made a little community for themselves in an isolated area within the woods. The huge two football field sized clearing was supposed to be for something else, but the construction plan was abandoned leaving the clearing for the pack to make their "town." There are a lot of buildings. You have the main pack house where the powerful family lives, then you have dorm-like house for the kids under 15, teenagers who haven't found their mates yet, couples and senior werewolves. You also have the office building that tucks itself into the main pack house's side and a huge dining hall that stands on the other end. The dining hall consists of a huge library filled with books that'd you find at normal libraries from romance novels to mystery volumes. The only time a werewolf goes into town is to buy more clothes-werewolves tend to rip their clothes a lot, especially the males-and to get another attempt at finding their mate.
Even though the office building is covered in a thick coat of dust, it stands tall and proud, holding within itself a type of ancient power that sends a terrified shiver down my spine. I straighten my back and head inside with as much confidence as I can fake. Dean is waiting on the other side of the double doors.
"Hey," I greet, wrapping my arms around his neck and standing on tiptoe to kiss him. He's so much taller than me that he has to meet me halfway, bending at the waist.
"Hi," he whispers against my lips. When he presses our mouths together again, he seems to sigh in relief, his tense shoulders instantly dropping.
"Feel better?" I giggle.
He nods vigorously. "Much better."
"What's going on? What's with the big meeting?" I question as I wrap my fingers around his and we make our way upstairs to the conference room.
"Something weird happened recently that I need to inform my parents and the senior werewolves about," Dean states. "You'll know all the details soon."
We enter the huge boardroom with it's big mahogany table and navy blue swivel chairs. Almost all of the seats are occupied with Dean's parents, Roman, Chloe, Lily, Mathew and every single senior werewolf. Only two chairs are empty at the head of the table and I know they're reserved for us. Everyone stands.
My stomach twists, something it always does when something pertains to new paranormal activity I haven't grown comfortable with yet. That's when I know this meeting will be in my element.