Alpha's Mate - Daughter of the moon

Chapter 1

Fire.

All around me were balls of fire, all together flying towards earth. People say shooting stars are beautiful, I used to agree too until I realised that sometimes it wasn't just rock falling towards earth, sometimes they were beings such as myself, cast out from the heavens. It was chaos yet somehow I'd never felt more at peace.

'Now's your chance, you have to go' she said, yeah right. I'm sure there is another way to get your daughter to earth than sending her down in a huge asteroid storm.

Suddenly, I felt myself falling, spiralling, tumbling. Getting closer and closer to the ground, falling painfully through trees and branches, my dress getting torn, cuts lacing my once porcelain skin. The whole time I was transfixed by one thing. The moon.

Suddenly I collided violently with the ground, a loud thud filling the otherwise quiet air, yet I felt no pain.

I sat up weakly, looking at my one more perfect porcelain skin stained crimson and smiled. Despite the fall, I was alive. Well I mean it's not like I could really die. However, my happiness was short lived as the sound of snarling filled the air, leaving me nose to nose with a very angry werewolf. There was no doubt that this was a werewolf, I mean, my mother created them. I think I can identify a wolf and a werewolf from each other.

I was about to do something irrational, such as punch the creature in the nose until I remembered the last thing mother dearest said to me before shoving me off the edge of the realm. 'you must pretend you are human, do not expose your true self to them until you know it is time. Be careful who you trust Pandia, darkness is among us'

Ah, gotta love the context given. Yes, I know these higher beings are meant to leave us to figure it out on our own but do you know how many prophecies go uncompleted due to the fact the protagonists purely have no idea what they're meant to be doing.

Exhaling deeply, I prepared myself for the act of my life. I widened my eyes in mock fear and allowed a shrill scream to pierce my lips, startling the nearby wildlife as even the wolf flinched at my scream.

haha.

I began quickly scrambling back on my bum, using my hands to try and pull myself up to run, I wasn't entirely sure if this wolf was from a friendly pack or not and I didn't really want to find out alone, in the middle of the woods, at night. Pulling myself to my feet I began running- okay- stumbling, through the woods, attempting to lose the potentially hostile wolf, I don't know why I really bothered, I knew deep down I wouldn't be able to escape, I just didn't want to accept that.

I hope you're watching this right now mother dearest and feeling so guilty. Serves you right.

I was so busy blindly stumbling through the overgrown trees and cursing my mother out that I didn't even notice the fallen tree right in front of the steep downwards slope, maybe if I had been more aware of my surroundings and actually used the knowledge I attained in my years of survival training I wouldn't have tripped, I wouldn't have tumbled down the slope, feeling my skin burn in new ways that it never had before, perhaps I would have realised sooner that my injuries weren't instantly disappearing and maybe, I would have been able to guess that my mother also had something to do with that.

But instead what happened was as I lay at the bottom of the slope in a bloody pile, I allowed the black splotches to entirely cover my vision, right as the wolf finally caught up with me, probably happy that it'd just found an easy meal. Well, in some sort of dark, sadistic way, I hoped that it would just kill me quickly. I had heard stories of what packs did to rogues and didn't want to become apart of them. However, I lost consciousness before I could find out which one of the unpleasant outcomes I would be receiving.

Typical.

I became conscious once more, at first I felt as if I was floating, just sort of suspended in the air in silence but slowly a monotonous buzzing filled my ears. This I used as my first measure of time. After a while longer I began to feel pain seep into my body, along with a steady beeping sound. I focused on the beeping, as my second measure of time.

10,283 beeps later and I could clearly identify which parts of me hurt. The answer-all of me. My head hurt, my hips, legs and arms hurt my side hurt and oh holy cheese my back killed, probably due to this uncomfortable surface I was lying on. I was in a bitter mood due to my pain and this beeping was seriously beginning to grind on me.

beep.

beep.

beep.

bee-

I shot up as my eyes darted around the room like a savage animal, I quickly located that the beeping was, in fact, a heart monitoring machine, something I had only ever seen on tv since we had no need for them where I lived. Everyone was immortal, so no death or hospitals needed. Ripping off the band on my arm, a louder, single monotonous beep shattered the air, making me wish I had just left it on.

"SHUT-UP!" I yelled before shoving the machine over, pulling a cable from the wall, finally giving me my much-wanted silence.

but not for long.

The door banged open, slamming into the wall with a loud crash, making me groan and bury my head under the thin pillow on the bed provided.

"Goddess is it too much to ask for just a bit of peace and quiet?!" I almost yelled from under the pillow.

I heard a few words of choice from one of the people who had so rudely barged in before they were all silent. I peeked out from the corner on the pillow to see three people stood around me.

There was a man in a white medical jacket with a weird thingy hung around his neck, I assumed he was the doctor based off his attire and the pack he had a badge saying 'DR. Westford', but you know, he could just be into that sort of stuff... if you know what I mean. He had rugged dirty blonde hair that sat on top of his head, he had a very defined jaw and his eyes seemed guarded yet inviting at the same time, he'd lost someone close to him, I could feel it. Mother always told me to be careful with what I see in people, I'm not meant to be acting any different to a normal wolf so I can't really ask him can I?

The girl looked to be around my age, 17, and had the most beautiful firey red hair id ever seen, it was long and flowed down her back to her waist, she was short, probably only around 5"2' but beautiful none the less. Her features were petite and she had a light covering of freckles across her nose and under her sea-blue eyes. She was stood close to, but slightly behind the second male. Her mate perhaps? He was tall and bulky with pure muscle, he looked to be about 6" and emitted an aura of power and dominance, leading me to believe that perhaps he was the beta or gamma of this pack. His own hair was a striking raven black and was gelled into place on top of his head, giving him a mysterious, almost eerie look that his forest green eyes intensified. 

I think I'll call you Mr Mysterious for now buddy.

Suddenly, they all broke eye contact as they stopped linking. "Come," spoke Mr Mysterious, "the Alpha wants to see you."

You know what, I think I'd rather be eaten by rouges, to be honest.