My prophecy Luna

JESS'S POINT OF VIEW “Hey, Jess. Happy Halloween!” Peter greeted me when I opened the door of my cottage. He was wearing his usual black trainers, dark blue jeans, with a band t-shirt on and a black and red checked open shirt on. “Happy Halloween!” I replied with a smile. “What’s the plan for tonight?” Our plans always change in one small detail or another. That is why I’m just wearing my casual red jeans and a plain black shirt. I have not even managed to brush my hair; It's only 9:35; for me, that’s early on my days off. I work as a maid at the packhouse. It’s fairly easy, mainly just cleaning, and my days off are holidays, like today and my birthday. Not many I know, but the more I work, the more money I get and, besides, it’s not like I have a family to spend time with. Peter had his thinking face on, as though it was so difficult to remember. “Well, I thought me, and you should go for breakfast or lunch. Then we would meet up with the others at about 6 o’clock? If you’re still up for meeting them, that is?” he looked at me slightly nervous. “Sure thing. I would love to meet your friends and your brother properly.” I went to put my shoes and jacket on, put my hair up in a quick ponytail, and grabbed my bag. So, we could head out to breakfast. I knew where we were going before Peter said anything. It was my favorite little breakfast café, not too far from my townhouse. It’s a sunny morning today, with a slight chill in the wind, giving you that defiant autumn/Halloween feel. With the leaves, of varied color, crunching under our feet as we walked. After about 15 minutes of walking, we got to the café. We took our seats, placed our orders, and exchanged basic chit-chat till the food arrived. By this point, I was very hungry. My stomach rumbled; Peter chuckled. We ate our food in comfortable silence, exchanging a few words occasionally. Today was going to be a good day. I could just feel it and, judging by the way Clara was acting, she could feel it too and she was very excited. I couldn’t help but smile to myself like an i***t. After eating and a playful argument about who would pay, Peter ended up winning, mostly because I didn’t want to hurt his pride, he never really let me pay for anything. We walked back to my cottage laughing and chatting. Once we were inside and had flopped down on the sofa, I turned and asked Peter. “So, your friends? What are they like?” he gave me a smile and a little chuckle before answering. “Jess, you don’t have to worry. I know technically they are a higher rank than you and me for that matter, but typically that’s only when they're working.” He paused, saw I was still apprehensive, and continued. “They're cool when they aren’t working, and they are going to love you.” I smiled at him, still a little unsure, but after a moment’s thought and Clara convincing me to go anyway, I decided that if they didn’t like me it wouldn’t be a great loss to me anyway, and that if worse came to worse, I could just leave and go mingle with the rest of the crowd. I didn’t really have friends; I got along with most people, but not enough to be friends. Peter was really my only friend. Everyone thought me and him would end up as mates. Given the fact that we were practically inseparable as kids. But it turned out we weren’t. Oh, well, we can’t make someone be our mate, we just have to wait until the time comes and, if not, we will be considered mate-less and, in some cases, choose a mate or just remain single. Don’t get me wrong, Peter and I did f**k, but just because we were horny really and to relieve some stress and tension. We both knew that was it, and we would be cool and never have s*x again if and when one or both of us found our mates. After a couple of hours of talking, having some cold drinks, and f*****g for about 3 hours, Peter left to go get washed up for the Halloween party at the packhouse. Everyone was invited and I mean everyone. I knew that even neighboring packs were invited because I had to make sure that the guest rooms were nice and clean for them. I decided I would do my usual routine when it came to pack events. s**t, shower, and shave. You never know when the moon goddess will bless you with meeting your mate. Given the way Clara was pacing in my head, I did have a feeling this just might be the night. When Peter turned 18 and found out we weren’t mates, he obviously told me and when he did, I wasn’t actually surprised for some reason. Now he’s 25 and still no mate. I know he was depressed because he wanted a mate. I’m 22 now and don’t have a mate either, but I kind of assumed it was because I spent most of my time working and if I wasn’t, I would be at home or with Peter. Our pack is called the Bottomless Lagoon pack because we had this massive lagoon in our territory, and no one really knew how deep it was. It must have been over 100 meters deep because we knew there were mermaids there, and they live really deep down and only really come to the surface when they need some sun and basking on the rocks. There are just over 500 pack members, and I doubt myself, and Peter have seen them all. Typically, it's only when you’re in proximity to your mate that you realize you have one. So, we still have faith that we will meet them and, hopefully, soon. After washing and making sure I was free of Peter's scent, just in case I did meet my mate, I didn’t want to seem too much like a w***e, even though I acted like one in bed and loved to end up as a sweaty, sticky, slobbery mess. I shaved and washed my hair, got out of the shower, wrapped my hair up in a towel, and then dried my body. I put my favorite body butter on, peppermint scent. While I let that soak in for a few minutes, I dried my hair and then inspected my body to make sure it was hairless, before getting dressed. I decided I would go as a sexy red riding hood. Maybe I could tempt my big bad wolf out. I giggled, thinking about being chased through a forest and being pinned down and f****d mercilessly on the soft green moss. The thought alone was enough to start making me wet and heated. Once I was dressed, I looked at myself in my full-length mirror and decided I would put my hair into some loose curls and just let them hang down. I admired myself once I was fully ready. I don’t often give myself many compliments, but damn did I look sexy. Even Clara agreed. I had got some nice curves and a bubble butt and great t**s, but I didn’t think I looked as good as some other she-wolves. I put on some simple and light eyeshadow and red lipstick, put my heel boots on, and decided to surprise Peter at his townhouse. As I walked with my red cloak trailing behind me, I smiled as I saw the young pups running and playing, going door to door, trick or treating all dressed up in their very cute costumes. When I arrived at Peters' home, I knocked and waited. When he opened the door, his jaw dropped, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. I giggled and lifted an eyebrow when I saw his bulge start to get bigger. “Damn, girl. You look good enough to eat,” he said in a husky voice, moving aside to let me in. “I’m not sure whether I want my friends or my brother, for that matter, to see you like this.” I sat on the sofa and rolled my eyes and said “Fine, I’ll just wander about on my own.” “I didn’t say I didn’t want to see you. I just don’t want my brother or my friends getting the wrong idea, that’s all.” He was so cute sometimes when he got possessive over me. Even though we weren’t mates, he still cared a great deal about me and made sure that no other wolves tried it on with me. I grew up without a family. I was found by Peter’s dad, Lee, who at that time was head guard. Now it’s passed down to Andrew, Peter’s older brother. He found me in the woods just outside the pack border one day while he was doing his patrol. I was around three years old, and he was worried I had gotten lost away from my parents and took me to the pack hospital, which is just next door to the packhouse. Once I was checked over, they discovered me covered in soot, dirt, and scratches and thought I must have been lost for at least two days. They thought once they had alerted other packs that my parents would come and get me, but no one did, so once I was healthy I was discharged from the hospital I was sent to the pack orphanage. Where I was brought up and raised by the women that worked there. Peter’s dad came by most weekends with his boys to check up on me and that’s where I got to form my friendship with Peter. Peter wasn’t wearing a costume because, apparently, there wasn’t anything that would fit comfortably around his c**k; I just rolled my eyes because I knew Peter was huge, but no one is that big. Instead, he was just wearing black dress pants and a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and the top couple buttons were undone to let the top of his muscular chest show. He put on his aftershave, which made him smell of honey. We left his townhouse shortly after, and we made our way to the packhouse where we would be meeting the others. All I got from Peter was that Henry Eton was a werewolf and a trainer of the warriors of the pack, Rowan Stokes was a vampire, a P.I., and head of security, and that they would be with Andrew outside the packhouse. None of them have any mates yet. Even though I knew Andrew and got along with him, I never really got to know him. He was always busy with work. We walked into the packhouse in about 25 minutes. Peter led me to the group of three men that were just standing around chatting. When they saw Peter, Andrew shouted, “About time, bro, we wondered whether you found a she-wolf to f**k or not.” The three of them laughed even Peter and I chuckled. As we got nearer, I found that the three men were quite good-looking. Andrew had red hair like Peter but was just slightly longer and was only an inch or two taller with green eyes. He basically wore the same as Peter but instead of a Black shirt, his was red with a Black tribal dragon on the sleeve. Henry had dark brown hair and eyes to match, with stubble across his face giving him a more rugged look. I must say he is very well-built. Well, I suppose he would have to be given that we have to train others. He was wearing a simple suit with a jacket. Rowan, on the other hand, well, I had never really seen a vampire before, but I knew what they looked like. He had black hair, pale gray eyes and his skin was almost gray as well. Unlike the others, he was actually wearing a costume, one that made me laugh out loud as he was dressed like 1950s Dracula. When we were closer, Andrew gasped and said “this cannot be little Jesse.” He eyed me up and down while biting his lower lip; he took my hand and kissed the top of it while looking at me with lustful black eyes. “My, you look good enough to eat. No wonder my brother was late. He practically keeps you to himself.” I laughed, “Hey Andrew, it’s nice to see you again. The last time I did it was when Peter ran upstairs to his room with me over his shoulder.” Peter began to get flushed while the others laughed. I wouldn’t normally embarrass him, but I kind of wanted to make a good impression. Thank Goddess, most werewolf rooms are soundproof, otherwise I would be redder than my lipstick. I turned to look at the other two. “My name is Henry,” he bowed, taking my hand and kissing it. I chuckled at how dramatic he was. Rowan stepped forward, didn’t say anything, but took my hand, turned it, so my palm was up, and kissed the inside of my wrist, and I instantly felt my heartbeat quicken. I didn’t know if it was from being slightly nervous about meeting my first vampire or if it turned me on. He gave me a sideways smile and then the next thing I knew I had an image of me and him going at it like rabbits, and I became instantly aroused. The boys all sniffed and growled, and I knew they could smell my arousal. Peter, on the other hand, just growled at them in a warning. “Rowan, get your own hormones under control! You are not to project images onto other people’s heads!” Peter shouted, making some other people nearby turn in curiosity. “I’m sorry, dude. I didn’t mean to. I mean you can’t blame me when she is dressed like that.” Rowan turned to me and said that he was sorry. I nodded, and we all headed inside in the hopes of having a great time. A few hours into the party we were all laughing, chatting, drinking, and dancing. I was pulled from boy to boy because they wanted to dance with me, making Peter growl, but I just laughed it off. I had to go to the restroom; once I was done, I came out of the bathroom and bumped into someone. “Oh, f**k. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” I quickly apologized before looking up. Seeing who I bumped into instantly turned my mood sour. It was Molly and her b***h brigade. She had bleach blonde hair and was caked in makeup. Dressed up like a playboy rabbit. Her friends were basically wearing the same just with different animal accessories. Sluts are all I could think of, at least I was covered up. The corridor was empty except for us, and I could hear the slight thumping of the music from outside. Molly pushed me so hard I fell to the floor, spraining my ankle. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay on the floor with the rest of the trash.” Her friends laughed, but I glared up at her and tried to get back up. Me and Molly never got along because she was jealous that I was friends with Peter, and she wanted him all to herself. I mean, to be fair, who wouldn’t? But Peter didn’t look at her that way at all, he just had a job and that was to guard the walls of the territory and the packhouse in shifts. Molly was Betas' daughter and thought she was better than everybody. No one really liked her, and the only people that can put her in her place are her parents, the Alpha, and the Luna. She was also a year younger than me. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t going to try and put her in her place. I am not a pushover that’s for one thing. “Get out of my way Molly,” I said once I was back on my feet and glared right into her eyes. She started to growl at me, and I just growled back. “Just let me rip this b***h's head off already” “We can’t, otherwise we would be banished if not killed.” Clara huffed and walked to the back of my head. Molly just straight-up sucker-punched me in the mouth. I went to swing back, but her b***h brigade held my arms back. I struggled against them, growling for them to let me go. Molly just hit me again in my gut, making me almost double over in pain. She hit me again and again, making my mouth fill with blood; I wanted nothing more than to punch her into the ground. One last hit, and they dropped me to the floor like a sack of potatoes. I was panting and spitting out blood. I looked up at Molly and laughed. “Is that all you got?” I laughed at her and spat a wad of blood in her face. Big mistake. The next thing I knew, her six-inch heel was kicked right in my face. The last thing I remember was smelling something like golden syrup, and it was the best thing I had ever smelt in my life. Then I was drowned by the darkness.