The Castaways

Chapter 2 - Meetings

        My alarm woke me up. No that wasn't my alarm. "Scar, wake up!" "Beth?" Bethany was my best friend. We've been together since the good old diaper days. She's also a descendant like me, not many of us are left. She's from Founder Vase's clan. What was she doing here? My brain was pretty foggy. I'd come home after the awful meeting, l must have fallen asleep. I propped myself up on my couch while Beth kept yelling about something. I was still in my forsaken designer shoes and clothes. I was definitely throwing them out the window, after I freshen up of course. "Scar, you're late." Finally my eardrums began to function. "Huh?" "Your presentation was supposed to begin an hour ago!" "What..." I drifted off. "Darn it!" I flew into action throwing off my clothes in a frenzy. Darn it! "My virgin eyes!" Beth moaned. "Why didn't you wake me sooner?!" I switched on the shower as I struggled with my toothbrush. "Well I'm not a witch, I can't predict the fact that you decided to sleep in and destroy your only opportunity to prove yourself Scar." was her helpful reply. Isn't my bestie the best?
        I arrived at Casta Monte Enterprise by 9:30. An hour and forty five minutes late for my own presentation. Claire was going to rub this in my face for years. Claire was my perfect blond elder sister, she was the poster child Casta. At the age of 20, she'd bagged a submissive mate, won several scholarships, outsmarted a bunch of  alpha males, found and rejected her mate who'd turned out to be an alpha in the werewolf race. Did I mention how stunning she looked?
        Life just isn't fair sometimes. When I'd left home in the bid to find myself, Claire had spoken to me. She'd sternly told me that nothing I could do would make me known as a different entity, I'd forever be known as the descendant of Founder Harriet, a fact I should be proud of. That was the day I think I began to resent her. She didn't miss any opportunity to remind me that a Casta with a latent wolf  should be proud to have a powerful Founder to align myself with. I wasn't born with a wolf, on the eve of my 13th birthday, I found out that l was incapable of shifting.
         I would never forget the look of disappointment in my mother's eyes nor the looks I'd tried to ignore. While Claire had been busy bagging conquests, I'd been busy studying to help in the Casta Monte Business Enterprise. Claire on the other hand got it easy, she was a natural. She had a unique flare in business, she had gone into the business before I even thought of finishing school. Surprise surprise, she was also terrific at that. My opportunity had come when Claire had travelled for a medical procedure, the werewolf race had finally realized that they could go nowhere without our help, long overdue if you ask me.
        I had been given the task of drawing up the contract so that it favored both sides with The Castas being more favored and also presenting it to the Alphas who were privileged to be there. It was the dream job. Claire would be back  just in time to watch me shine, or in this case watch me fail. I jogged out of the elevator, I whispered a quick prayer to my creator, whoever that was, I'm not particularly religious. As I closed in on the meeting room, I noticed something weird. Everyone was standing outside. Everyone included my mother, Selene Monte. She stood tall, managing to nail the authoritative look in an informal brown dress. Claire was next to her in a matching dress that showed off her beautiful features and tiny baby bump. How could she still look beautiful? Weren't pregnant women supposed to swell up like balloons? Her beautiful blond hair was straight and framed her cute face giving her a young naive air.
          Freddie, our sire, stood awkwardly as he tried to avoid eye contact with my mom and sister. I quickly identified the Alphas, they reeked of pure masculine dominance. They also had tanned muscular builds that Casta men couldn't even dream of. I walked up to my mother and Claire ignoring the set of eyes on me. "What's going on?" Claire eyed me suspiciously. "Where have you been? " "I overslept." I could see Claire fighting back a smirk. Mother gave me a disapproving look. "There's a malfunction in the air vents, it will be fixed within the hour." My phone beeped.
        You can thank me later. Good luck on your interview.😄😜😄
                                                  Beth.
        I sighed in relief. Thank goodness. Maybe this wouldn't be a disaster after all.