Taming The Luna

~Emma~ Up until now, my life has been nothing, the only thing keeping me from going insane is my friend, the only friend I've ever had. She is Fernanda, and she is from my dreams. Yes, I've never met her, only dreamt about her since I was like five years old, and it has become pretty normal to me, my refuge every time I have a chance to escape the endless chores in a pack housing over 500 wolves. My pack has different rules from most werewolf packs, and I despise most of the rules, especially the one that makes all members who were not born in the pack automatically become slaves. It doesn't matter how a wolf arrived in the pack. They all become slaves of the pack, and I hate that because I am one of them. As my elder 'sister' will happily tell anyone who would listen, I was brought in when I was four years old, and the family of the Beta took me in. By name, I am their daughter, but by actions, far from it. I have been working my ass off since I was ten, cleaning and cooking for the wolves who live in the pack house. And also run errands for my family. At the end of it all, I can't wait to go to bed so I can complain about the real world to my friend. I've forgotten what it is like to have normal dreams because the last time I did that was when I was five. Since then, I've always traveled to this beautiful place in my dreams, a place surrounded by lush green plants and sunlight, with a small cabin at the center of it. Sometimes Fernanda and I sit outside and enjoy the sunlight and the scents of flowers while we talk, and sometimes she invites me inside the cabin. She is way older than me, old enough to be my mother, but that doesn't stop her from being a greater friend than any person from the real world will ever be to me. I know she must exist somewhere because she has told me about it several times, and that someday, I will get to see her in the real world. She never tells me why she chooses to visit my dreams, or is it my dreams that attract her? I have no idea, but I don't know why it is that way. Today, I can't wait to meet Fernanda so I can share the news of my mate with her. I have just found out I am mated to the son of one of the most famous men, Alejandro, and we agreed we would meet as soon as I was done with my chores. Alejandro and his family are werewolf hunters, and I was instructed by my dream friend to go and stand on no man's land because she felt something was going to happen today if I did that. Hunters don't kill when one is standing on no man's land, they only kill if you cross over to their land, so it was safe for me to go there. I got a good scolding from my sister for not making breakfast but it was worth it. I had to leave the pack house and see what Fernanda meant. I'd been standing for no longer than ten minutes when Alejandro and his friends came along, looking for stray wolves to kill. I remember his friends grinding their teeth at the sight of me and then whispering among themselves. "I hate their kind. Let's put a silver bullet through her and then we can drag her body over to our land and pretend she crossed the boundary. With the way she is looking, you can tell that no one will worry that much about this one..." Normally, that would have been an appealing idea to the son of the dreaded werewolf hunter, but he surprised his friends by raising a hand. "Silence. We will do no such thing to her. She looks miserable." This attracted curious glances from his friends because Alejandro is known to be as ruthless as his father. He has never let a werewolf go without killing or trying to kill them before. "Is that Alejandro displaying sympathy? Where has that come from?" Only I knew the reason he was reluctant to kill me. It was because he sensed I was his mate, and I couldn't believe it. I wanted to run into his arms and kiss his lips, but I was still wary of him, so I stood where I was until he followed me and whispered in my ear, the action igniting a wild fire from the pit of my stomach. I was aware of his big body, the spicy scent that seemed to cure all the scars in my soul by a single whiff. The words he whispered to me were instructions to meet him at a hotel in the human land, and the time he expects me there, and I can't help but imagine what he intends to do with me. My pack will probably kill me for meeting with a werewolf hunter, but he is my mate and no one will do anything to stop me from seeing him. After a particularly tiresome day at the pack house, I am finally free to go to my room. I grab a leftover sandwich (which is all I am ever allowed to eat), from the kitchen and bite into it as I walk up to my room. For my mate, I know I have to look great, but I own only three dresses and all of them are ragged. I am wearing one of the three dresses, and then the other two, I lay them out on the bed to try and choose the better looking one, and I sigh in defeat. None of them pleases me, so I choose a random one and pull it on after a bath. After applying what make-up I own, I look in the mirror and notice that the blush is sticking up instead of blending into the skin. Gosh am miserable, even my skin can feel it. Nope, I will have to wash it off and go natural. I do that and then pinch my cheeks to give them color, and it provides me with better results than the makeup. All done. Time to finally tell Fernanda about the good news, and, glancing over at the watch, I notice I have about twenty minutes to do it before I can leave. I lie down on my small bed and drift off to Dreamland to meet Fernanda.