Twelfth Moon | (discontinued)

Prologue

"It's almost that time!" She jumped while clapping her hands.

"For what?" I asked annoyed by her childish actions. My best friend is 20, as am I, but acts 5. Amazing right?

"The Twelfth Moon, A.k.a Alpha Malachi's Annual Ball!" Zadie squealed.

Rolling my eyes, I stood up and grabbed an apple from the silver bowl on the counter and rubbed it on my shirt. "Why are you even excited about that childish ball anyways?"

"Well, unlike Rayne Miller, some girls actually wish to be the mate of Alpha Malachi and I'm one of them!" She sighed and plopped down on the couch across from the tv.

Following her actions, I sat next to her and ate my apple, while watching the news.

It was particularly early in the morning and Zadie lives with me so, we usually wake at the same time. We live in a smaller mansion than my parents. I decided to move out when I turned 18, to have my own space and my own life. I really can't deal with all of that royal crap that goes on in my life.

My family was one of the first to become werewolves, they had always been considered the original wolves or the royal wolves. Sadly I have to be part of this annoying bloodline, making me royal as well. It's the 21st century and we still act as if it's the 1800s.

The doorbell rang, alerting me that the mail had just arrived. Today was the day where all of the world would receive an invitation to Alpha Malachi's ball. Also a day of dread for me.

Apparently I was zoned out for awhile because Zadie had already beat me to the mail and the invitation. Shreds of paper lay across the coffee table from the envelope revealing how eager she really was.

"It's here! It's here!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, jumping up and down again.

Raking my hand through my hair, I sighed. "Would you stop acting like a child! It's just a dumb ball, everyone is invited!"

"It doesn't matter. I am one step closer to touching Alpha Malachi. He is like the Channing Tatum of Werewolves!" She exclaimed.

"You did not just compare him to the one and only Channing Tatum," I laughed.

"Better believe it cupcake," She smiled towards me.

"Never call me that again, I will kill you myself."

"Of course you would kill your one and only best friend, because you relate to so many more." She grinned, knowing she had me stuck.

I did the only thing that came to mind, and that was take the invitation and run. I ran as fast as I could around the house, dodging furniture and Zadie herself.

"Come back here before I cut off all of your hair!" She yelled multiple threats throughout the house. None really made me feel uneasy, at all.

"I'll give it back, only if you agree I don't have to go to the ball," I stopped behind the counter, letting her catch up.

"What! You have to go! I can't go by myself," She said breathlessly, literally.

"You really need to get in shape," I laughed while tossing the invitation across the counter towards her.

"Fúck off." She flipped me off.

"Of course. Now, I'm not going to the ball and that's final," I turned to give her a bottle of water but was cut off by the intimidating figure and voice of my father.

"You're going to that ball, you have no choice." He said sternly while walking towards the kitchen.

"But dad, I don't want to go. It's stupid and a waste of time!" I pleaded, trying to change his mind.

"You're going." Was all he said before walking out of my home that he had keys to.

Why did I have to give him spare keys? Oh yeah that's right because he's my dad and also wants to 'protect' me. Royalty is annoying.

"I'll be out in the car waiting! Let's go get our dresses!" Zadie yelled before running out of the house and leaving me to hate my life.