Amaya's Reign

Eighteen Changes Things

Amaya Reign was your average eighteen year old if you consider being a werewolf who was part of a wolf  pack average. In the world of werewolves Amaya was considered below average, strange even. She was so meek and quiet she barely registered in a room, she was able to blend in and disappear even in a group and that was not easy considering that every werewolf had a distinct smell and werewolves had heightened senses so to be able to mask her smell and fade from sight was an extraordinary feat but to her it just made it seem like she was a weakling. She didn't know anyone else that could do the same so she felt awful about being able to do it even though it was quite the trick. The only person that knew she could do this trick was her mother whom she loved dearly. Since Amaya had been a baby it had only been her and her mother. She thought her mother hung the moon, she was so beautiful to Amaya. Her mother had long dark brown thick textured hair that had a stark white streak in front and she kept it tamed by keeping it braided down her back. She also had a long s***h down the right side of her face that she never talked about but it did nothing to pale her beauty in Amaya's eyes. Her mother was the epitome of beauty to her and she would stand by that thought until she died. 

Her father was never spoken of at least not to her directly, she didn't bring him up because she didn't want to hurt her mother and Amaya figured since he wasn't around he either left or died and she wasn't that curious really If he was meant to be in her life than he would have been there but it seems the moon goddesses had other plans. Since Amaya was shy and her mother was the teacher for the wolfpack she never really left her mother's side. She taught every grade that Amaya had ever been in and Amaya had been content with that. She was just really a quiet unassuming easy going type of child. She didn't have a rebellious bone in her whole body she never disobeyed her mother never needed to and this is where we meet the star of our story. 

Quiet Meek, unassuming unknowingly beautiful chubby but on the tall side Amaya. With the long thick raven hair that she wore in individual braids down her back. She didn't even have to have any hair added in it was all her own hair. Her mother had been braiding her hair all her life for her, she did insist that Amaya learn how to braid so she could do her own hair and Amaya did learn she learned different braiding styles but she liked individuals it was easier to maintain and lasted a while as long as she wrapped them up at night in a silk scarf. Amaya wasn't vain she didn't even know what Vanity was. She just existed in her dark skin, clear wide dark brown eyes, full lips and when she smiled it was like sun breaking through storm clouds and her laugh was like music she was breathtaking in her own right but she didn't even know it. 

When she walked beside her mother she was oblivious to people that stopped and stared at her wherever she went, if she noticed it she never let it bother her besides no one had ever bothered to tell her she was beautiful so she just existed without knowing it but she was. 

Now to dismiss Amaya as simple would have been your first mistake she was far from simple in fact she was well read from the classics to psychology she loved words and music. She could read and get lost between the words for hours in fact that's how she existed most days after doing chores and her homework she would read for hours on end she could finish a whole textbook in a day. If it was really fascinating she could finish it in 6 hours not once putting it down and she could regurgitate everything she had just read. Often her mother used her as a reference when she was coming up with a lesson plan. Amaya was a jewel and she simply didn't know it but life as Amaya knew it was about to change. 

As within the bylaws of the Blood Diamond wolf pack everyone had to find their mate starting at the age of 18. There were werewolf balls that were held some started going as soon as they hit 16 some like Amaya didn't go until their 18th year and since Amaya was of mating age she had to attend the ball or her and her mother would have to leave the pack and be outcast. Any werewolf knew that if you had to leave your pack and exist on your own that would mean certain death. Between the human werewolf hunters, and the rouge werewolves your best bet was to stay safe and sound in a pack because after all there was safety in numbers. 

Amaya's mother had sat her down at the ripe age of 16 and explained about mates, bonding, mating rituals, how wolf cubs were made, etc Amaya had listened politely to her mother but she had read all about it in her 14th year in the werewolf s****l healthbook she had found hidden in the back of her mother's bookcase. She had simply seen it as a manual to a practical part of life so she read the whole thing she was versed in the mechanics but no one had explained to her the emotional connection that would come with it. They didn't tell her that it would be hard to deny her mate and that a rejection from a mate could kill you. No one really ever explained that to her so again she was oblivious to the harm that could be inflicted just by rejection from ones mate. 

Amaya was smart but still naive about how life outside of her mother worked she was content so she never thought about those type of things she was happy to live with her mother forever she didn't need a mate, her mother didn't have one so she didn't feel she needed one either so she went through the pomp and circumstance of getting dressed, and styling her braids and applying the light makeup to define her eyes and highlight her lips. She was in a corset dress that flowed down her tall frame and hugged all the right places. Her cubby was well hid in this dress she was a vision a walking goddess and her mother teared up seeing her dressed like a woman for the first time. 

Amaya was going to go to the ball but she was hoping not to find her mate, and she had planned on rejecting said mate anyway. Until her mother stopped her in her steps by telling her, "Whatever you do Maya, don't reject your mate." With those words she knew her fate had been sealed. Quietly she acknowledged her mother's words and she put on her cloak and she walked out the door closing it quietly behind herself. Amaya took a deep breath and without looking back she joined the others who were already all chummy seemingly already knowing each other leaving her left out which was fine with Amaya she just wanted this night to be over with so she could go back to her quiet life of books, music, and her mother. She prayed to the goddesses that she would not find her mate tonight and with that she sat in the stretch limousine with the rest of the eligible werewolves and watched the scenery change she sighed out loud this was going to be one long night.