The Primordial Werewolf

Chapter 1

When I was a kid, my godmother said someone had been following me. I don't know what she meant by that, but she said it's a dark creature. Someone who hides in the shadows. It's not clear to me what creature she was referring to, but that's what she said.

We even performed a ritual - a betrothal ceremony. That's why at a very young age, I was already tied to Noah. My godmother believed that the only way to get rid of that creature was to bind me to someone else, a person who would mark me as his property. Crazy, right? Now that I'm growing up, I find it absurd that my parents permitted such a thing to happen.

"They didn't have a choice," was their reasoning. I was really sickly during my childhood. I don't know if it's a good thing that my godmother believed in various rites, because she performed many on me just to make me feel better.

My parents said it was effective. After that betrothal ceremony, where they cut a small wound on my wrist, as they did with Noah, and let our blood mix together, everything went fine - that's what they said, at least. I can barely remember the other details; for goodness sake, I was only five at that time. Now, as I'm turning eighteen next month, I'm starting to hate Noah for being such a jerk. I can't believe I was betrothed to that scumbag.

"Noah, my parents asked you to come over tonight for dinner," I said when I noticed him gawking at the fountain with his good-for-nothing friends.

"Okay, honey. I'll be there." I hated how he called me honey. It was cringe, for goodness' sake. I rolled my eyes and turned my back on them. His friends were scrutinizing me as if they were taking off my garments one by one. How could they do that in front of their friend—Noah—who was supposed to be my soon-to-be husband? Unlucky me.

I didn't understand why my parents were so fond of him. Yes, I admit he had looks that could make girls drool, and he was quite the son of a fortune too. However, he was really a jerk, a good-for-nothing guy who would definitely do nothing when you marry him. Of course, that's my impression, but my parents really loved him. Did he do something to my parents? I wondered why he had them so well.

"Luna, how does it feel to have a fiance at this age? Isn't it suffocating?" Chloe asked.

"Don't ask me, Chloe. I'm never happy about it, ever. I don't know what got into my parents, pairing me with that guy." I rolled my eyes.

Chloe was my friend. We weren't close, and I knew she had a thing for Noah. I had a hunch that she was only befriending me because I was Noah's fiancee.

"Anyway, I am throwing a party this weekend. Can you come? Of course, you can have Noah with you."

Shoot. She revealed her real intention for talking nonsense to me. I just smiled at her. I hated parties, and I had no plans of coming.

"I can tell, Noah. He can attend all by himself. You know parties are not my thing."

Her face lit up with what I said.

"Aw, too bad. You should try partying; it's fun. But if you don't want to come, Noah's just fine. I'll say he's coming on your behalf."

She hugged me, and I was startled by her action.

"Thanks, Luna. See you around."

The night had come, and I was now preparing for dinner. My mom invited Noah's parents too, but they were too busy to come. Noah, however, was free, so he was coming.

I looked at the mirror, facing my whole reflection. I was wearing a formal red dress for tonight's dinner, a pair of minimalistic earrings with a moon pendant necklace. I looked fine with my hair flowing softly; its curls resembled calm waves on the seashore. When I heard three knocks on my door, I took a final glance and headed downstairs to the dining area.

"Mathilda," I ran towards my godmother to give her a hug. Her appearance felt like she was just a few years older than me, yet I knew for sure that she was already in her 40s.

"My Luna, gorgeous as ever," she remarked, embracing me.

"Oh, don't praise her too much, Thilda. She'll grow narcissistic," my mom intervened.

"With that face so graceful, she has all the rights to be narcissistic," countered my godmother. They both laughed while Dad sat silently on his chair, with a smile on his face, looking at me with so much pride and happiness in his eyes.

"17 years ago, life was sad without you, Luna, and when you came into our lives, your mom and I became the happiest parents on Earth," he said.

"Dad, I find you weird being sentimental. You're more dramatic than Mom," I smiled. I was so happy to be their daughter, well, aside from the fact that they decided to find me a husband very early. But overall, they were my everything. Maybe I could learn to love Noah; I'd worry about that later. And speaking of Noah, where the devil is he?

I opened my phone and tried to call him, but he was out of reach. His phone kept declining.

"Noah's not picking up; he's probably not coming," I remarked after putting my phone away.

"Well, there's a lot of next times, so for now, let's eat," my mom announced, which we all agreed with.

The dinner ended great; my mom was really the best cook. I am now lying on my bed when Noah sent me a message. He said that his car was damaged for almost hitting a dog-like creature that just appeared out of nowhere, and I didn't buy it. He was just making excuses, and I knew he didn't want to come. His excuse was lame. Very lame.

I slept past nine, ignoring Noah's calls. I'll definitely give him a punch tomorrow for two reasons: for not coming and lying. He'll see; my fist will surely leave a mark on his face. That scum, tsk.