Dangers of Bloodstream Moon

Chapter 1

Freckles… those are what plastered my cheeks and my nose, freckles. It was rare that a werewolf had freckles and yet I had been ‘blessed’ with them. I swear I questioned the moon goddess every day as to why she gave me them. “They add to your beauty,” my mother would always say but I’d still complain. My mother was gorgeous and me well little old me was like a frog and not at all in a good way.

Ever since I turned sixteen I had been training hard to be the next alpha of Bloodstream pack despite not transforming yet. Our pack is the royal family which made us the number one in the world based on skilled werewolves and strength. Yes, that’s right my mother is the queen of werewolves and we’ve ruled the werewolf world from the creation of the first werewolves, the Lycans. My mother loved her privacy and thus the number of persons in the pack was limited mainly because she didn’t want too many persons in the castle and her trust level was very low especially after the ambush that led to my father’s death. There were no longer rouges because my mother had formed packs made to take in any werewolf that had left their pack or had no pack. Being the queen of the werewolves meant that she would make the best decisions yet my mother’s choice to make me heir was questionable. I wasn’t sure why she had chosen me as the future queen because I had an older brother and there was the obvious reason of me not transforming yet. She and my brother kept that secret from me and they both agreed that I’d make a powerful queen, but I was still doubtful.

I smiled my perfect smile after I pinned down our top warrior after a second time. Caleb was to arise as the top warrior when I ascended to the crown which was only a day away, but I wasn’t sure if any of us were ready and Caleb confirmed my suspicion. He stuck his tongue out at me and called me a freckled face. I stood there just staring at him and inhaled, calming down my anger slowly. The temperature dropped but I was too upset to notice. He knew that name would make me upset and he never faltered to use it. I had the urge to punch him, but I just couldn’t deal with it, so I ran away when he called me it again and went by my favorite place.

It always took my breath away whenever I saw it. A dense brush of trees hid the spot very well and as I walked in between them, the leaves brushed playfully against my body. I came out to the clearing where the pond stood in all its glory with the willow tree resting firmly at the edge of it. The other trees formed an enclosed area cutting off any discovery of the sacred place. The pond glistened like diamonds had laid rest on its surface and the sun added its light giving it such a touching sentiment.  The pond was made from the tears of a weeping willow tree. I always came here to talk to the tree because I could sense the pain of trees with just a touch. I knew the tree was lonely, so I came as often as I could. Funny huh, a twenty-year that talks to trees. Upon reaching the tree I stopped to take in my surroundings and frowned, there was someone here, and he was touching my tree. I inhaled sharply, and my shoulders tensed when I smelt chocolate mixed with lavender and vanilla.

"Mate, " the words rolled off my tongue in a sexy voice that I didn't know I had.

 He seemed startled at me and froze a little before rushing over to me and holding me close to him. Before he could sniff my neck, I pushed him off to show that I wasn't some love-sick girl. I took the time to take in his toned body. His hair was wavy and dark like the night sky that I loved to watch, he had the strangest eyes I had ever seen, electric blue but with touches of green and a faint line of gold. He had a straight nose that was a bit round at the tip and pinkish sexy lips. His skin was tan, and he seemed to be my height which was 5 feet 10 inches. He wore a black shirt that clung to him showing off his abs and black skinny jeans that showcased an athletic body that had me blushing, finishing off with black converse. His wrist held a golden Rolex and he seemed to be radiating in alpha power, but he would not be the alpha of me. I was already imagining things that we could have been doing when he cleared his throat. I looked up into his blue eyes again and he said the words that would haunt me forever. I, Elijah Silverstone, reject you.