Tied to the Alpha

In just a week I will turn 18 and will finally begin searching for my mate, the only problem is that last night was the second night I had this strange dream. It started out with me fussing over the sales rack in my favorite store; everything was only a dollar and even I couldn't contain my excitement in the waking world as I was exploring the racks in my dream. "Celeste." My name floated by my head, the words visible as if they came out of nowhere. I turned my head and looked around the store; nothing. Going back to checking out the cute red and black plaid sweater in my hands a bird darted past catching my eye. Why was there a bird in this store? Strange. I looked in the direction where it came from and my eyes widened in shock. The store I was in seemed like it was falling apart like puzzle pieces. The walls were breaking away, as if the sound of my voice alone would cause them to shatter. The cry of a raven caught my attention as I looked up, it flew across the darkened sky; the moon seemed almost too close for comfort. My body reacted as if it were trying to reach the moon with my soul. It was almost a full moon, seemed like it would be a few days before it was completely full. "Celeste." Again that voice calling my name, sweet like honey with a touch of cloves. I inhaled deeply taking in the scent, my eyes wandering as I watched the now what I assumed to be raven fly majestically around the darkened sky. As the light from the moon poured around me I could see trees starting to materialize out of thin air; stretching and reaching as if they too were trying to reach the large beautiful moon. Then as soon as it started it was all over. ----- The ringing in my head vibrated through my skull as my alarm went off. Groggily, I reached over and turned it off, falling back into my bed of my tiny studio apartment. My name is Celeste Nightingale and this week is my last week in high school and the last week ill be staying with my pack; Heavenly Nights. My parents are the Alpha and Luna of this pack, Alpha James Nightingale and Luna Starr Nightingale. He found my mother on her 18th birthday at their packs celebration for her. My father was 20 at the time and he was thrilled when he found his forever love; but however things don't end up the way we hoped for. My father soon began to have wandering eyes for some of the other she-wolves while my mother was pregnant with me. Imagine the pain she went through, pregnant; while my father went around with the other women of the pack. Needless to say when I was 15 I told my parents that I couldn't handle being in the pack house with them anymore and that I wanted my own place. After a lot of yelling and demanding my parents finally relented only under the condition that they pay for everything if I was going to pick where I wanted to go. Obviously I was going to pick as far away from them as I could which turned into another argument that the Alpha's daughter couldn't be that far away and how I needed some sort of protection. Protection my ass. Yes I get my looks and personality more from my mother; the long shiny brown hair, big green eyes, the freckles that kiss my cheeks, toned body standing at 5'6" with long legs. My skin is a nice light tan color and only gets darker the longer I spend in the sun. My skills though, all from my father. As a young child my father would train me endlessly, being the only heir to our pack; I would fight hours upon hours a day dodging, lunging and attacking the men and woman who were our top notch fighters. At this point in my life I could probably take on a whole pack myself even though I haven't gained my wolf yet; although in just a few days I'll finally be 18 and can not only get my wolf but leave this pack and venture out on my own. I don't want to be Alpha to a pack who turned their heads as my mother got hurt more and more each passing year. Groaning I rolled out of my bed and to my dresser to pull out my favorite black thong, tight black skinny jeans, my lacy bra, white tank top and my blue and black button up flannel. I looked over at my shoes and decided to grab the converses that have been my favorite pair since I was 15. They were very worn and had a few holes but they fit and I loved them the same. Making my way towards the bathroom I grabbed my toothbrush from the holder and wet it a bit; squeezing just a bit too much toothpaste on it for my liking. As I brushed my teeth i turn the shower on to let the water heat up as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My green eyes seemed a bit dull and sunken in, hair sticking up in a few places. Must be the effects that dream has been having on me; seeing how this was only the second night and I already looked like garbage. My dreams started out so normal, me at the beach with my friends the first night until the sane thing happened. A voice calling my name, the scenery changing, but this time I got a bit more; the moon and trees and this feeling of longing, or maybe desire? Either way I felt this deep connection with the moon, almost as if I was awakening something within me. Shaking my head I spit and rinsed my mouth out and turned to get in the shower, letting the hot water caress my naked flesh. "Just 5 more days and it'll be friday, youll be 18; done with school and can finally leave this place and begin searching for your mate." I inwardly sigh to myself as I ran my hands through my hair as it clung to my lower back. Washing my hair and letting the conditioner sit I washed my body, letting my hands linger a bit longer on the scar the runs from my right knee up to my stomach. I had received this scar when a few rouges had showed up on our land and I went with our warriors to help defend our pack. I had just turned 16 a few weeks earlier so I was eager to help out more with our fighters. During training they got the drop on us and since we had been training for a few hours we weren't ready. One of the rouges had caught me with their claws, if I hadn't reacted the way I did and tried to move out of the way I would have been sliced in half! This scar reminds me that even though we must be strong and brave, we also have to be smart to keep our damage to a minimim especially when we don't have our wolves yet. Finishing up the shower I dried my hair with the towel and let the rest air dry; grabbing my clothes I threw them on and popped a piece of toast in the toaster in my tiny apartment. My bedroom, living room and kitchen were all one room with my bathroom being the only thing with its own space; not that I don't mind it being small in here, I am just so glad I don't have to deal with the pack house for a while. I was deep in thought about my dream when the toaster went off so I could grab it and smear a bit of peanut butter on it and rush out the door trying to make it to the awful hell hole on time.