Small Girl, Big World

2 Tentacles

Dylan wakes me up with opening my blinds to let in the blinding light. What a way to wake up.

"You need to call your parents, they want to hear from you, its been two weeks and you haven't even talked to them," Dylan says as he starts to walk out, "also I cooked some breakfast, come get it while it's still hot."

"So what do I first?" I scream back as he walks out. I slam my head back into the pillow. It has to be like six-thirty. I turn my head and on the nightstand, my alarm clock blinks the time 10:34.

Great.

I make my way out of bed by rolling off of it. While still laying on the floor, I grab my phone from the nightstand and dial up my parents.

Less than two rings go by until my mother picks up.

"Hello Darling, How is Italy?" My mother chirks into the phone. In the background and can hear my father asking if it was me, then I was put on speakerphone. Great times two.

"Hey, guys. Italy's great. Dylan's a pain. And my professor is chill."

"Who is the mentor?" My dad says into the phone. They both thought the idea of a mentor was great until they found out it was local artists not professional. They think they would be someone trying to steal me or something else dramatic like that.

"It's this guy named Fen. He's really chill too."

"Fen, what kind of name is that?" I can hear my mom hitting my dad's arm and I smile.

"Anyway, Honey we wanted to remind you that just because you haven't shifted, doesn't mean you won't have a mate. You need to be careful..." blah blah blah. I've heard this speech since I was 18, the "mating age".

Most werewolves shift at 16, the puberty age. I'm a rarity as I'm 22 and I haven't gone all wolfy. Honestly, it's great though. I don't have 'wolfy' in my head calling shots for me, I don't have to deal with the constant need for running, and I'm more human than anyone else in my hometown.

Although my father is the Alpha of our pack and that sets me up for danger if anyone wants to mess with him, hence the bodyguard.

If I ever do shift, I do become Alpha since I'm the first and only Monroe child.

"Luna? Are you there?"

"Um. Yes. Hi." I stand up from the floor and start making my way to the kitchen.

"You didn't hear anything I said, did you." My dad grunts into the phone.

"Yes. No shift equals danger." I step into a large kitchen with Dylan cooking on the stove. I put my phone on speaker.

"Hey Davis, your daughter's a brat," Dylan says from across the room. I clutch my heart as if it actually hurt me.

"I'm anything but a brat to you. I'm the sweetest ol' thing." I sit down at the bar and Dylan snorts in disagreement and puts a plate in front of me with scrambled eggs and a biscuit on it.

"I believe it."

"Dad!" I screech with egg in my mouth.

"Well, I have a call with the Alpha of Florence about you two and your stay soon, so I will talk to you later." My Dad says and we say goodbye and hang up.

"You know, we should go to downtown today. I went last week when we got in and it was beautiful," I say putting another piece of egg in my mouth. Dylan looks at me with stern eyes.

"You shouldn't have gone downtown with that guy, you don't know what could have happened." I roll my eyes at him and put down my fork.

"That guy is named Fen, and what am I suppose to tell him, sorry I can't go downtown because my dad is the Alpha of a really important werewolf pack in America and they are afraid I'm not strong enough to protect myself from someone that's trying to take me and possibly use me to ransom the power right out from under my fathers nose," I get up from the barstool and grab my plate, "I'm sorry I want to live my life enjoyably."