Moon of Claiming

Chapter Two: Accalia

 

        “So, you’re not going?” Gwyn asked, disbelief coloring her voice.

          I shook my head, knowing that she could see it in the mirror. She sighed and muttered something about Niall killing her. I rolled my eyes at her, thinking, What a drama queen.

          “Is there anything I can do to change your mind?” she persisted. I shook my head again as Abellona poked her head into our room.

          “You almost ready?” she asked Gwyn. I gave her a quick glance; Sirius hadn’t done much visible damage as far as I could tell, but wounds heal quickly for us so I wouldn’t imagine there to be many noticeable injuries.

          “Yep,” Gwyn replied, putting the cap on her lipstick. She was a knockout, wearing a blue dress with a silver belt. I felt a small part of me envying her just a little bit. I didn’t give much thought to it though; most werewolves were beautiful in one way or another. Some were beautiful in their wolf form, others in their human form, and a rare few were beautiful in both. Unfortunately, I had to say that Niall was a knockout in both.

          I didn’t say anything as they left, the rest of the Omegas probably already at The Wolf’s Den by now. Somewhere in my heart, I wished that I was going with them, but the rest of me begged to differ. I sighed and sat up on my bed. Another thing that hadn’t was our Spartan-like bedrooms; walls devoid of posters or pictures, the blankets on our beds neutral tones that didn’t dare try and contradict the white walls. It felt like the only color we had in this house were our clothes. I stretched out my sweatpants-clad legs in front of me and languidly raised my arms over my head. I looked over at the window and felt a whine building up in the back of my throat; Goddess only knows how long it had been since I last shifted. I’d tried to be as normal as possible in Scottsdale, barely ever turning into my wolf, even under the steady light of the moon. Here, you were expected to be as wolf-like as you could be.

          I hopped off my bed quickly, heading out into the hallway and towards the kitchen. The kitchen was like something out of the nineties, with linoleum countertops and outdated appliances. We, the Omegas, had agreed that if the kitchen wasn’t broken, then we wouldn’t fix it. Anyways, it suited my needs just fine; it had a microwave and a refrigerator. I honestly didn’t need much else besides that. I popped open the refrigerator and pulled out the first thing I saw: a tub of unbaked cookie dough. I rolled my eyes; of course I would choose something fattening. I popped the top off and inhaled the sweet scents of chocolate, sugar, and just a pinch of salt. I licked my lips, wetting them in anticipation as I held a spoon in my free hand. I hummed softly to myself as I walked to the living room and plopped down onto one of the plaid sofas. I gripped the spoon with my teeth as I turned on the TV with the remote.

          I curled up on the couch, my feet tucked under me as I watched what the TV had been tuned into; the news. I barely listened as I wolfed down a spoonful of cookie dough. A moan slipped past my lips as I sucked on a cookie dough ball, savoring the taste that it exuded in my mouth. I glanced back at the TV briefly and my eyes practically bulged out of my head. In the top right corner of the screen was a picture of a werewolf. Not just any werewolf, but our Alpha. I put my cookie dough down on the coffee table and turned up the volume to almost as loud as it would go.

          “In other news,” an older newswoman began. “NXT scientists say this photo was taken just days ago, a few miles outside of the small town of Weylyn, Vermont. The scientists say that this unknown creature is actually a mythical werewolf and that this werewolf is only one of many. The lead scientist, Dr. Jasper, has reported that this picture is a probable cause to investigate this so-called werewolf further. Their plans are to move closer to where the site where the picture was taken and to try and gather more evidence, perhaps even capturing a live werewolf. More on this story at ten.”