My name is Amelia hearten.
I was born in America, In a small town close to the border of Mexico. My father was apart of the council of were wolfs. When I was two we moved to Egypt so my father could take over one of the local packs after their Alpha unexpectedly passed away. He left no heirs or Luna, so as law states someone from the council had to be appointed to take over. They thought my father would be best suited. He was married and had a heir. Me.
It was always hot in Egypt. I didn’t like it. There was nothing to do. I didn’t think their was anyway.
No one but my nanny Aria paid me any attention.
My mother Lillian died in a rogue attack not long after my 6th birthday. She was a very talented white witch with the gift of visions. When she touched someone she could see there past or future and sometimes felt there emotions in the moment the vision was shaping. She could control it very well though and allowed herself to see only what the universe wanted her to see. I inherited her gift, although I have no idea how to control it and often see things I would rather not see. I miss her dearly. Sometimes I wonder what life would be life if she was still here with me today.
My father Peter, was always to busy with pack stuff to spend any time with me. Well that was his excuse. Aria believed he didn’t want to see me cause I looked to much like my mother. I have the same deep blue eyes and the same auburn curly hair. I was her mini me. I was sad when Father stopped talking about her only 6months after she died. He use to say theirs no point talking about the dead cause that won’t bring her back.
As far as I’m aware of I have not inherited a wolf, but that’s ok.
The other kids in the pack bullied me cause I was different. I wasn’t as strong and didn’t heal as fast as they did. They laughed when I was knocked down in training and called my nasty names. I tried to tell my father about it but he wouldn’t listen and would call Aria to come get me out of his face.
Even on my 17th birthday all he said was congratulations and waved me away.
The night my father died he and the other pack members were in the court yard holding a party to celebrate the raising of the moon goddess. This was done every full moon and was only attended to by the adults.I watched down from my window wishing so bad that one day he would let me go even, if it was just the once . Rainbow Lights were hanging all around the edge of the court yard and through the trees surrounding it. Food and drinks were set up on one side away from the dance floor and in the middle of the court yard was a painted picture of the moon goddess herself. She was beautiful. They say the moon goddess once feel in love with a human and as punishment For loving her back the human was cursed by Zeus to be a wolf, only changing back to human form once a month when the full moon would raise. Over time though it’s believed the man learnt to control the turning and with the help of the moon goddess even fell in love again and started a family. That’s how were wolfs we’re created, if you believe the story of course. The books tell you that the moon goddess watches over all wolfs and blesses them with a mate. A partner that’s meant to be yours forever. 2 half’s of 1 soul. If that was the case she stopped doing that a long time ago. Yes sometimes people still find their destined mates but most of the time the males fight for a females attention and she picks who’s best suited for her.There are twice as many male wolfs as there are females.
As I watched everyone dance and having fun I held onto my mothers pearl necklace. I found it in a draw a while back and asked father if I could have it. He didn’t say much just told me to take it and get out. There’s little symbols engraved on the pearls but I can’t quite make out what they are. I also found a letter envelope addressed to me. In the envelope their was an address. In my mothers handwriting we’re the words if you ever fall into trouble write to this address my daughter. Stay safe.
Then everything started shaking. As the shaking got more violent I could hear people screaming from every direction. Loud banging noises started echoing through the empty corridors . Cupboards in my room started falling over as the shaking got more intense. I ran to take cover under my bed, Using my hands to cover my ears trying to drown out some of the noises. My bed was moving making it hard to get underneath it but I managed. I swear I heard my father screaming for me. But why would he? He didn’t care for me.
Then it stop. The shaking, the screaming, everything just stopped. I tried to exit from underneath my bed but I was trapped by cub boards and another items that had fallen over. I screamed for a while then I waited what felt like hours for someone to come and rescue me.
It was a guy from one of our neighbouring packs. Maxwell his name was. He was the red moons beta. I had meet him before at a pack dinner, the only events my father let me attend. He once shook my hand and I saw a very intimate moment with his wife. It was the first time that I actually felt emotions from a vision. I felt so much love and happiness it was overwhelming.
When I asked him what happened he explained to me that an earth quake had hit. They only got the earth quake lightly at his pack but knew we must have been hit hard so they sent some people straight over to check to make sure we were ok. Turns out we weren’t. The pack house was destroyed and many lost their lives. Over 30kids had been left orphaned including me.
The red moon pack always seemed nice. They offered us shelter and told us they would look after us, but within a few days they were selling us off as slaves to other packs. Siblings were split up. It was horrible to watch.
Then they sold me, with a group of other girls close to my age. We were to go and be slaves for the Lycan king. We have heard nothing but terrifying things about the Lycan king. He is ruthless, and cruel. He takes what he wants when he wants.
That’s where I am now. On a boat to Russia to serve the most dangerous king the Lycans have ever seen. God help us all.