Luna Lyza's Story

          Lyza's POV       " Marie come down breakfast is ready!" mom yells from the kitchen. " Coming Im almost ready." I  finish putting on my black vans that combined with my black jean jumpsuit, my hair was tied in a ponytail like I usually have it with very light makeup. Once Im done I rush down the stairs pass the living room and into the kitchen that had an island placed in the center with four wooden stools surrounding it. In front of the stove stood my incredibly beautiful mother. She was fair hieght, with caramel color skin, dirty blonde wavey hair that goes down by her waist and greens eyes to compliment the rest of her beauty. " So whats for breakfast?" I ask while I feel my stomach about to eat itself up. " Scrambled eggs with bacon." "Mmmmmm" I say lowly. " Lyza?" Thats not a good sound mom only calls me by my first name whenever Im in trouble or if something  she has to tell me is serious. " Whats up mom?" I ask while taking a bite out of my crispy bacon. " I have to leave town for a couple of days to deal with some important things that came up. You think you can stay out of trouble while Im gone so your father wont get more stressed then what he already is?" My father hates when my mother goes out of town. Everytime I try to talk to him or get an explanation of why he gets so upset when mom is gone he avoids me and leaves the room with the first excuse that comes to his mind. " Does that mean you wont make it for my birthday?" My birthday is this weekend Im turning sixteen. We normally dont do much for birthdays but mom had promised that we would go to dinner and a movie on Saturday and on Sunday which is my actual birthday it would be a girls only day which includes spa, shopping and any imaginable way of pampering ourselves. " Im not sure sweety" I finish my breakfast put the plate in the sink and give my mom a hug and whisper to her " Its ok that means when you come back you owe me and extra day to shop." She shakes her head vigorously and smirks. There a consistent honking outside which means Jake is outside waiting for me. Jake is my bestfriend and also the only other wherewolf I know that doesnt live in pack territory. When my mother decided to be with my father the Alpha of the Diamond pack decided to kick my mother out due to her being with a witch and wolves dont trust them. Well thats what I have been told. " Hey pumpkin, looking kinda sexy today." Jake says with a smirk on his face. Jake is about six feet with nice pale skin wavey pushed back short black hair, a nice shaped body that almost all the girls in school drool over due to his wherewolf genes that tend to make men lookway to good for any normal human and beautiful hazel eyes to top it off. We have know each othe since we where toddlers and while everyone is surprised by how fast he got all muscular is doesnt surprise me. I get into his dark blue convertable and we make jokes along the way like normal. School goes by like any normal day for me. Everyone rumors that me and Jake are a couple girls envy me and dont believe me when I say we are not together. Guys dont dare talk to me because there afraid Jake will hurt them and well classes are typical boring and slow even though im a straight A student due to my good memory. Once school is done i wait for Jake to finish football practice and he takes me home. The rest of the week goes by normal school, home, study, eat, tv and sleep. not much excitement in my life since Im not aloud to go out much and I dont care much for it either. I got home from school on Friday and when I enter the door I see that my dad is home early from work. He usually doesnt get home till almost dinner time. He is the right hand in a very important bussiness company and is always busy and in meetings with his boss. He is pacing around in the living room withan expression on his face that look like anger and frustration with a dab of sadness in his light brown eyes. My dad is about the same hieght as my mom. He looks young for his age with a very muscular body type, the only thing that gives away his age a little is the fact that he has greys hair on head full of hair although his hair is blonde the grey is still very visible.  " Is something wrong Dad?" I ask starting to get nervous seeing that he didnt even acknowledge that i was home. "Dad whats going on your scaring me?" He stops pacing and turns to look at me. Im standing in front of the stairs still waiting for an answer. All he does it stare straight into my eyes in a way he never has before. There is not one drop of love in his eyes all I see id anger as his eyes start darkening. With a shakey voice I ask him once again what is wrong but instead of getting a straight answer he slaps me across the face so hard that I hit my head on the wall.