His Moon

I sat under the shade of one of the huge trees that stood upright in the garden in the back of the palace. "Did I make you wait too long?" Diana said as she made her way through the glass door of the study room, I assumed, as I have barely been inside the palace except the times when I had to wait for Diana in the foyer. I looked up, taking a glance at how breathtaking Diana was. Her yellow blonde locks decorated the sides of her face as her hair swirled until her shoulders. Her golden brown eyes looked at me with a similar zeal. Everything about her was so golden unlike me. Nevertheless she was stunning, an accurate picture of everything a she-wolf should be. Everyone admired her softness and talked about how fortunate that wolf would be whose "mate", our Diana will be. She chuckled when she saw me shaking my head side to side as I stood up to greet her. "Of course not, my highness" I said, smiling at her cheesily; knowing how annoyed she gets when I address her so formally. "Oka

I groaned as I woke up from my alarm groggily, and pushed my hair back with one hand. My long wavy silver hair was now chopped off till my shoulders. Not that I looked bad, though. It had been a week now with my new wolf cut hair that my mom did for me. And it turned out, I was actually born for this haircut. The best part is I don't even need to style it with blow dryer and curlers like others as strangely my hair stays in like that even when I wake up. Oh! In case you're wondering, I still didn't shift after my eighteenth birthday. The only good thing that happened to me on that day was my haircut and a painting that Diana gifted me. It was an oil painting of my side profile with my hair, long and sweeping with the breeze as my face gazed straight at the clear sky above me. Quite breathtaking, I would say. She had painted me too beautiful to be real. Every stroke and smudge defined a particular feature of my face that I never knew existed. To be honest, I shouldn't have expected m

Could there ever be a day that I don't fall into trouble? I thought. I was already getting hot and nauseous, my stomach cramping caused my arms to grasp on each other as I tried to hide the pain. My nails dug into my shirt, somehow tearing the fiber. And the stare of the man in front of me wasn't helping much. My vision was blurry but I was aware of Diana's warm hand creeping onto my shoulder and so I turned my attention to her. "Are you okay, Ayla?" Her words slurred. "I-I don't feel good." I uttered weakly, squeezing my eyes shut as intense strain invaded my skull. "What's the matter?" A demanding voice shouted. My knees were giving up. I opened my eyes to find myself knelt on the floor. Through the tears and pain I saw Alpha Gray kneeling at my height. Everything was burning under my skin. My muscles were spasming and my bones creaked with every breath I took. "I-I don't know. It looks like she's.. " It was Diana speaking. "She's what?" He growled. "Shifting!" "Shifting?"