The Luna Queen Is Reborn

A new beginning

I was out of breath. I have been running for so long, but, I can't tell what exactly it is I've been running from. I can feel it, today's dream was different. My screaming muscles, the drenched sheets on the bed was no strangers to me, but today, I feel an unprecedented bout of anger burning out of my chest. The ulcers burning from the inside stemmed from grievance, a large amount of resentment and inability to accept reality.

Reality. What reality exactly?

I feel cheated.

I tried to remember what I dreamt of, but came with nothing.

I am Cerelia April Blackstone. The only daughter of Alpha Logan Blackstone of the Blackstone's pack.

Who can cheat me?

What exactly could I be running from?

I was supposed to wake up excited today- it's a big day for me. Maybe it's nerves.

Instinctively, my hand found the bottle in the bedside drawer and I quickly took one of it pills.

I didn't want to feel like a ghost throughout the event.

If only Mom was here. Maybe she'll be holding my hands to get me through this.

I sat there for a while waiting for the pill to kick it, but the agonizing dread and anger seemed like the concoction of antagonist.

It was my seventeenth birthday today and the pack was throwing me a party, the people sharing the date with me can join in the celebration.

I was so excited before going to bed today, but now it seemed like it had been filtered off.

Everything have been prepared, I just need to get in the mood.

The pack are expectant of my wolf's arrival, afterall it had shown many signs of being a very strong one. Plus, I was Blackstone's only heir.

Once the moon gets full, it would be me turning for the first time.

I was supposed to be the symbol of strength, Cerelia who's high of anti depressant pill who's anger antagonizes.

The pills started to blunt the edges of my rage, dousing the anger into a dull hum. I stood and crossed over to the ceiling to floor mirror.

If my face lied, my eyes couldn't.

The girl in the mirror staring at me looked like a Blackstone - raven hair, arched eyebrows softened by cheekbone, but I never knew my blue eyes were this stone cold. They're looked hollow, yet commanded attention.

I was a fledging Alpha.

The antidepressants were doing there job, turning the jagged resentment and anger into a fog that kept me afloat.

It was safer this way.

Turning into an angry wolf on my first shift would be a recipe for disaster. If it went rampage, I would be called something that shouldn't belong with my name- an anomaly.

I traced my cheekbone, somewhere in there my wolf was pacing, waiting for the full moon to signal her arrival.

Soon- in less than two hours it would be full moon. I could only wish that it would be as majestic as expected.

Being the sole heir to the pack isn't just a title, it comes with burden, expectations that exceeds the benefit I should enjoy.

More than I wanted to assure the pack that I could be what they needed, I wanted Father to see that I could be the heir he wanted. If only I could see behind his indifferent visage, if only he would tell me I was doing it right.

I had been solving packs issues along with Father's chosen mate, Lydia, attending functions on her behalf and I even started a group that involved the elite heirs- I was building connections with other packs, and most of them will be attending my birthday. I was excited to see my cousin, Felicia. I hadn't seen her in weeks- since the beginning of Summer vacation.

I know my people loved me, but was my father satisfied with his only heir.

I reached for the gown on the sofa, and changed into it. I had taken a bathe before taking a nap.

It fitted well, the black dress a contrast against my pale skin. I didn't want a cumbersome dress, after all I would be taking it off later. So, I settled for a knee length gown that flared out at the waste.

They are waiting for the Cerelia that gotten everything in handled not the one saddled with insecurity and unwarranted anger..

Someone knocked at the door, and I knew who it was before I opened it. Without waiting for answers, the person barged in.

Felicia bounced towards me, her ponytail swung in all direction. She squealed before pulling me into one of her tight hugs.

"I missed you", her voice muffled by the shoulder she buried her head into. My arms wrapped around her, hoping I would tap from some of her sunshine.

She pulled back before my arms could wrap around her and placed her hands on my shoulders even though she was shorter.

"Excited? From the way her lips twitched, I knew she was trying to keep an incoming squeal in.

Under the light, her red hair gleamed and the dots of freckles on her nose shun. Her honey colored eyes dilated into molten gold- I envy her eyes. It tells tales before she speaks.

Felicia scanned my face and gasped in exaggerated horror "Don't tell me you're going like this...", she gestured to my face. She flung her small designer bag on the bed, turned to me with a stern face and her hands on her waist.

"All barefaced. You know what today is right? She pulled a chair closer for me to take a seat, rummaged through my things for a minute before pulling a makeup box out.

"This looks brand new, did you ever use it." She wiped my face clean, applied some moisturizer before spreading out the makeup kit.

"Wait, how are you feeling? Her hands paused as she turned to scan my face.

"You must be nervous, take a deep breath", She demonstrated it to me, her hand shook and her eyes widened in panic. My eyes gleamed in amusement.

"There would be many people out there, isn't it. They would be waiting for you", Her chest heaved rapidly. Now I was worried.

"Don't be scared. Don't be scared", She repeated. At this point, I wonder who needed moral support from whom.

I turned to her, grabbed her shoulders and made sure she looked into my eyes "They are people we usually see. There is no need to be anxious",

"You're right, we've seen them before. Why should be I anxious",

"Exactly," I said, my voice coming out more grounded than I felt. "It’s just another night, Felicia. Only with more cake and a bit more fur."

I forced a small smile, one that didn't quite reach my eyes but served as a mask for her benefit. She nodded quickly, taking a shaky breath, her honey-colored eyes finally losing that panicked shimmer of molten gold.

It was ironic—here I was, the one drugged into a state of artificial calm to suppress a fountain of rage, comforting the girl who was supposed to be my emotional anchor.

muttered

"Right. Cake. Fur. Power," she , her hands steadier now as she reached for a palette. "You’re Cerelia Blackstone. You were born for this."

As she began to work on my face, the soft sweep of brushes and the rhythmic clicking of compacts became a hypnotic metronome. She kept talking—gossip about the Redwood heirs, the sheer amount of food Lydia had ordered, how my father had looked particularly stern this morning—but I tuned most of it out.

The pill was humming in my veins, creating a glass wall between me and the world.