Dragons Angel

Chapter 1

POV – Luna

~ 17 years later ~

Mornings…ugh how I hate mornings. Hearing my sisters alarm go off to signal yet another morning and even better a school morning. “Turn it off” I moan at her as I throw one of my many plushies at her. “I’m trying” she moans back. I hear some shuffling on the other side of the room and a thud. “Crap might as well accept fate and wake up” realising one thing. She fell out of bed and it soon to wake me with her wrath. Pulling the sheets further up my body I try to shield myself from having to wake up. “Come on sis if I have to wake up then so do you” Freyja sings. I felt the air leave my lungs as she jumped on me in her attempts to get me out of bed. Rolling me off the side of the bed I hit the ground with a thud. “Great your up let’s go” grumbling I try think of a plausible reason why I should stay in bed, I don’t think any reason would be good enough for her. Accepting my fate, I grab my sorry ass and drag it to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Looking into my bathroom mirror I look at the world’s biggest disaster…my hair. Grabbing my hair brush I get to work with taming it. I haven’t got much on looks with my white hair, pale blue eye and my Wings white and blue wings it makes a weird combination. I haven’t got much on curves either. Unlike my sister Freyja who had all the right junk in all the right places and gorgeous Brown hair that go well with her green eyes. Her name did her justice after the Norse goddess of beauty. She’s the next in line to be beta of the Crecent Moon pack when our mom retires from her position. As she was the first born that title relies on her, whereas me I have no title and no responsibilities as the second born child. “Out of the way I need to brush my teeth. Because of you we are going to be late for school”. Freyja yells at me. “It’s always my fault that we are not morning people and that we like our beauty sleep” I complain. After taming my wild bed head, I go to brush my teeth too.

Freyja and I have shared the same baby blue bedroom since we were babies. At 16 we had the choice to have separate bedrooms, but we couldn’t bring ourselves to part instead we redecorated our room together. We are the classic tied to each other’s hip’s kind of sisters; we do everything together. We train together take the same classes together and even volunteer at pack events together even those Freyja is a year older than me it she doesn’t mind spending time with her only sister. Compare to other rooms in the pack house ours is one of the biggest as we shared a room, it was all decorated with a pale blue colour and had cute white curtains on each side of the room had moderately sized single beds and a super cute white dressing table with the cutest blue seats. As your aware we love the colour blue. We also have a princess overhead nesting on the top of our beds both with ale blue sequins. A oh so fluffy rug separated the room evenly in the middle. We found it when visiting a shop at the nearby pack. We felt its fluffy features then begs mom and dad to get it for us. It was a matter of life and death. Thinking back to that day we reacted so dramatic over it, But 100% worth it.

After getting dressed and looking presentable we made our way downstairs to see maria Making pancakes. Grabbing a small stack, we head over to the table to eat. “you girls still never manage to get up on time, do you?” looking up from my plate I see mom sat on the other side next to dad and his world breaking stack of pancakes. How can he even keep that 6 pack with constantly eating nonstop I wondered to myself. “We are not morning people, and, in our defence, we went to bed at 9pm” I tell her. “Yea we went to bed at a reasonable time!” my sister adds on. Hearing my mom sigh and my dad shift awkwardly in front of my sister told me one thing. Mom found out…

“Yes, I heard that you gallivanted around the pack lands in your wolf form along with Fenrir along the pack boarders” Shifting closer to my sister we both felt the stern disapproval of our moms after last night shenanigans. It involved me riding on my sisters back in wolf form racing Fenrir across the pack grounds. Shifting my wings awkwardly behind as I look to my sister Who do you think told on us? I ask her in mind link I don’t know but probably one of the guards at the border, Fenrir did give them the scare of their lives. Looking down at my pancakes trying not to make eye contact with mom. I’m sure whatever you say isn’t going to be a good enough excuse I explain to my sister. Do u think Fenrir got into trouble as well or was it just us do you wonder? Trying not to give away the fact we were mind linking I continue to eat my pancakes Fenrir is the only child of the Alpha and Luna that wonder boy couldn’t dop any wrong remember when he got into a fight at school that Fenrir started. Sam ended up getting the blame and got an ass whooping from his parents later that night. Trying to fight back a snigger so our mom doesn’t scold us for mockery too. Sam had a black eye the next day and tried to hit on Sasha with his half-broken ego and got turned down flat.

Poor Sam had been crushing on Sasha hard after she beat him in wolf form combat. All it took was her to shift into her brown wolf and he couldn’t take his eye off her. Now he follows her around for the life of him and chase away any other male. Too bad she from the neighbours’ pack, The Fallen willow pack. They share a boarder with the Crescent moon pack to the East. Unless she somehow her mate or she chooses him as her mate she will have to stay with her pack. Thas the thing with us wolves we have fated mate that we are able to find at the age of 18. To others our fated mate has a faint distinctive smell smell but to their partner is like being hit full force with a face full of perfume with their smell. You become unable to be away from them until you mark them, once marked your senses become tamer and you can locate them from anywhere on the map in ancient time it helped to keep females safe by warding off unwanted male off your female as hard to steal a marked female from a powerful male. Unless you want your ass bitten off then go right ahead.

I can’t mind link like other pack members because I’m not a werewolf, but I can do a form of mind link. It’s like seeing inside people’s minds and what they are thinking while leaving a note at the door as a thought. I can do it with all pack members after some practice. When I first started reading people’s minds and minds linking people hated it, according to them it was like getting hit mentally by a bus. After a few years with practicing, it with Freyja I was able to tone it down to more of a whisper than an attack on the mind. I’m not sure what exactly I am, but I know I’m not a werewolf and since both my mother and father where werewolves its safe to say I’m adopted. The subject was never brought up about my origins so I never could bring myself to mention it for the sake of my mom and Freyja. Even though I have wings I can’t fly I can semi glide if there is enough wind but not fully fly. With no one able to teach me I opted out of trying myself, even though Freyja offered to help me if I ever wanted to try.

Looking back at my mom I try to think of a reasonable explanation. Coming up with nothing I look to my sister hoping she had something. “My wolf felt trapped, she needed to get out and run so I kind of lost control.” My sister owns up. My mothers face softens as she looks at us “I understand you’re a young wolf and sometimes its hard to keep in control. I just worry for you both. The packs boarders are not safe especially for you Freyja. You’re the next in line for beta female so packs would target you in a fight.” Our father clears his throat “I hear you girls are doing well with your pack training. Freyja almost took down Fenrir in a one to one. Luna, I saw how well you took down our most promised warrior, you girls are natural fighters and I’m proud.”

Its mandatory to take on self-defence classes as part of out pack training along with lessons about ranking and history of the pack. Each title has its own responsibilities at the age of 16 you assigned a temporary title on par with your parents, and you have until 18 to worm hard to get your desired titles. Pack warriors much prove themselves in hand-to-hand combat in human form and strength in wolf form. Omegas are taught basic household chores and agriculture too with tending to the local farm and fishing port by the rivers. Some children could have warrior tile parents but end up as omegas, its not often a big deal as each title is equally as important as each other. The alpha and Luna make sure each title has its own perks and is values and respected for them to make them stand out. No side ever feels less respected than the other and balance is always kept. Other packs find our ways to be foolish and that warriors can push around any omega they see, and some packs even treat omegas as slaves with no dignity for other pack members to use ab abuse. Luna Selene made one thing clear when she became Luna and that was to get rid of the toxicity of the pack ranks and how they oppress the weaker ranked members in the pack.

“Thanks dad, I should put more effort into fighting but it’s hard when I can already see peoples thought patterns before they even make a move.” I tell him. My family knew my abilities and how I could easily see people next moves before they even made them. It made it hard to lose a fight with pack member during sparing training. The only thing that hinders me in a fight are my wings, they are just uselessly flapping around in my way doing the opposite to what I want them to do. My sister on the other had had almost pinned down Fenrir if it wasn’t for an uneven step on her part. Sometimes fighting is as simple as dancing, take the wrong step and that’s its game over. “Thanks dad I need to work on my foot work when fighting, I always feel a little off balance when defending.” Our dad goes on to explain the best combinations for a take down and how to take people by surprise. Finishing of my plate of pancakes I go back to the kitchen to place my plate and cutlery into the washing up bowl and thank maria for the wonderful breakfast with my sister in tow. “We have 10 minutes before we need to be at school” my sister tells me. Its take 20 minutes by car as its on the far side of the pack lands so other packs can use it also or 10 minutes as the wolf runs… “take one for the team and shift big sister, you will now be my taxi service to school after you rudely woke me up this morning” I joke to her. Sticking her tongue out at me she walks to one side to undress as I shelf her and shifts, her wolf was a beautiful white one with emerald, green eyes. Picking up her clothes and her bag I climb onto her wolfs back and hold on for dear life. Yes, I mean dear life, the speed she goes at is insane and I don’t want to fall off today before school. Looking like a train reck from falling off before school even started was a big no for me.

Bounding out the door at full speed on my sisters back we make our way to school trying not to be late again this month. We are always late for school, its one of those inevitable. Getting up in the morning is no easy task but once up we tend to be on time. Like for that dance practice with my classmates for that upcoming leaver ball at the end of the year. By customs us kids need to learn the ball room dance movements of horror and let little boys’ step on our toes for being uncoordinated. Its all well for Freyja because Fenrir picks her all the time and he got taught at the age of 10 ballroom dancing. As for me I have the choice between the never-ending line of warrior boys who can’t dance to save their lives. My poor toes will never survive another class. Ending up at the edge of the forest with 2 minutes to spare, hopping of my sisters back I grab her clothes out of her school bag for her to put on after she shifts. After Freyja was clothes and felt somewhat decent we started heading towards the front of the school for first class.