Blue Moon Luna

Thursday June 5 BLUE POV It was a brisk sunny morning in the Lycan lands. My alarm had gone off and I had crawled out of my bed and made my way to the bathroom to shower before school. It was a Thursday in early June and I was looking forward to the end of the school year tomorrow, and spending a quiet summer….. alone, as usual. Let me explain. My name is Blue. Blue Poverly, and I live with my Aunt Flora in the Lycan lands of the Lycan Moon Pack, and I am a werewolf. I attend Lycan Moon Academy. I am 17 years old, and the youngest she-wolf in the year. Tomorrow is my 18th birthday, it’s the last day of term, and will be my first day of shifting. This means that tomorrow I will join everybody else in my year and the year above, and shift into my wolf form. I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty scared, it’s meant to hurt A LOT the first time, but at least I will have the summer to practice shifting and can do it privately and in my own time. Alone I hear you say? Yeah, most likely. I don’t have many friends, and those that I do have usually go away with their parents in the holidays, so I’m usually left to my own devices. I don’t mind though. I spend a lot of time in the local library. I love to read, and draw, and explore the woodlands that surround most of the pack lands. I’m not just worried about shifting though. As of tomorrow, once I turn 18, my fated mate will be able to detect me, and I him. Nearly 50% of my school year still haven’t found their fated mate yet, and I honestly doubt I’ll find mine anytime soon. The only time people talk to me is to bully me, or mock me for being a poor, awkward nerd. From what I can tell, there isn’t a single person that is remotely like me in our pack, or anyone who has similar interests to me, or who I could imagine fate would pair me with for the rest of eternity. Fate surely wouldn’t be cruel enough to destine me to someone who I had nothing in common with? Nope, I can’t believe that is an option. I think my fated mate will be in a neighbouring pack, which ultimately means I am safe and can remain a single recluse for as long as I like. Only the bravest warriors, or those with family in different packs will travel outside of our territory. It’s dangerous. There are rogues and wars and a lot of nasty beings beyond our territory's borders. Not to mention, once you cross over to a neighboring territory, you are not protected by your own pack's laws and rules. If anything happens to you, they can deal with you in their own way and there isn't much anyone can do to help you. I intend to stay safely in my tiny house on the outskirts of town, living my perfectly mundane life with only my wolf for company. My thoughts were disturbed by my Aunt knocking on the bathroom door. “You’re going to be late” she yelled. I turned off the shower and twisted the water out of my platinum hair. It fell over my shoulders and landed just above my waist. I walked to the mirror and examined myself. I wasn’t the most unattractive girl to exist, but I was far from confident and that’s what let me down.  We didn’t have much money, so my clothes were always second hand or made by my aunt who was a seamstress. My aunt has raised me as her own, and although I am loved, we never really had bonding experiences like a mother/daughter would. Don’t get me wrong, I love her and she has done more for me than I can ever repay her in a lifetime, but, she has never showed me how to apply make-up, or how to fix my hair. Like me, she keeps herself to herself, rarely venturing out of town, and generally keeps a low profile. My uncle Fenix works away months at a time so it’s just me and her a lot of the time. I lightly apply moisturiser to my face and a lick of mascara to my lashes. It makes my blue eyes pop and I feel a little bit more comfortable in my own skin.  Being below average height for a she wolf also added to my insecurities. I was almost 5’2, and most other students at school towered over me at an average 5’8 for girls and 6’2 for the guys. I quickly blowdry my wet hair. As it's the last week of school we don't have to wear our uniform, so I pull on some black leggings and a burgundy crop jumper, I grab my backpack, and set off on the 20 minute walk to the academy. The road from our cottage is only wide enough for one car. It's a dusty dry road with fields to the left and woodland to the right. I can hear the birds singing from over a mile away, and I can smell the stream that runs through the woods too. Being a werewolf means that my senses are acute and ten times stronger than those of a human, witch or even a vampire. I have been told that once I turn 18, they will develop even further and once my wolf can come forward and I can shift, together we will be stronger and have senses so heightened that we can pick up several scents at once and distinguish them flawlessly from crazy distances. Not only that, but I will be able to mind link too! Wolves can talk to each other telepathically once they turn 18. It's usually between mates, close friends and family, which will leave me with very few options, but I'm excited none the less and so is my inner wolf. She can't wait to feel the grass between her paws and meet other wolves. By other wolves I mean she is obsessed with finding our mate, but after explaining the limited options within our pack to her, she growled at me and retreated bitterly to the back of my mind. Lycan moon Acadamy appeared in the distance as I left the dirt road to take the small forest path to the back entrance of the school.