The Society.

Chapter three.

               I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I was about 5 ft 8. My hair reached a few inches below my neck. I cut it around the time my grandmother died, a few years ago. I was a brunette with  blue eyes and high cheekbones. I also had tanned skin, just like all the other werewolves.
               I wear a black tee shirt, black pants and black combat boots. I tie my slightly wet hair from the shower into a messy bun. I brush my teeth and after tossing all sentimental items into a small brown bag, I left my room for the last time.
                 Everyone was already awake when I got to the kitchen. I had taken my time walking down the halls looking at all the pictures hanged up on the walls, showing pack members from different generations. I was greeted happily by fellow pack members. I had been prepared for a big breakfast. Although I was not hungry, I forced down all the food I could.
                  Five minutes after my meal, my father came to inform me it was time to go. I was led to the door where two demons stood. They looked normal except that one of them had yellow scales on the side of his face while the other had cat ears and his face was greenish. Not normal pursey, but better than I thought a demon would look like. My mother, brother and Bree embraced me one more time. I walked out with the two demons and my father. We stopped at a black heavily armored Prime City four-wheel vehicle. My father embraces me, kissing the top of my head. I enter the back of the car. The demons occupy the two front sits, yellow scales drives. I stare back at my dad as the car pulls away. I wave at him but doubt he can see me through the dark tint. We drive down the bumpy road and I soon loose sight of the pack house. For two hours I don't see anything but trees and road. As the road gets better, the gates of the Prime City come into view.
              The gates open automatically as we approach them. I can't help but stare at the beauty of the city. No one is outside. The streets are quiet with only the sounds of the tyres on the tarmac. I wonder if the demons have the ability to talk. We stop near the castle's gate at a huge mansion. It has a modern vibe to it. The Demons are out of the car standing outside my door in an instance. I take this as my que to exit the vehicle.
               After about a minute of having trouble with the door, cat ears opens it for me with an exaggerated sigh to express his irritation.
              Well, sorry I don't have experience in cars.
              At the door of the mansion, a man stands looking anxious. He has long blonde hair tied in a low pony tail. One of his eyes are a bright purple, the other a fading pink. I stare at him abit trying to figure out what he was by analysing his features. He is lean and walks with a certain aura of sofistication.
                I feel the demons' eyes on me as they ensure I make it to the man.
                "Why, welcome Seraya. I am Enoch, your assistant for the selection period. I am also a level eight witch." He offers me his hand which I decide to shake.
                 "Why do I need an assistant? Your not even my kind."
                  "To help with anything you might need while your here. Food, a tour, training and more. I'm sorry but there aren't any werewolves to be assistants here in Prime," He says it with a small regretful smile.
                   I want to make a comment like, I wonder why but Enoch's smile is too real and it honestly isn't his fault. I look at him and realize he is slightly shorter. He's still smiling. His face lights up in a child like manner and I wonder how he is at level eight, the highest being twelve.
                     "So, what do we now?," I ask. His face lights up even more and I smile back as he turns and starts walking towards the door.