It was early in the morning, so early infact that the sun had just begun to rise, the early birds were chirping in the distance, and there was a scent of fresh rain on the wind. Mum had stuck into my room without waking me up, the sneaky little ninja she is."Vee, vee, wake up vee" mum practically sang. "Waky waky vee"All I managed was a low growl, "what... Its to early, give me another hour please, I'm having the best dream" "Come on vee, open your eyes its important" mum urgedI reluctantly opened my eyes "whats so important that it couldn't wait" I sarcastically asked"This" mum handed me a medium sized present that was wrapped in gold paper with a sparkly silver bow and small metallic blue butterflies scattered all over."Is this from dad" I asked staring at mum.And when she nodded I instantly teared up. A part of me wanted to ripe the paper open and see what was inside, and another part wanted to unwrap the paper delicately to m

Sophie and I made our way downstairs heading towards the front door where mum was standing in her silver ball gown dress that I had only seen once before. It was the same dress dad  bought for her for their anniversary a few years back. We exited the castle and headed to the crystal lake out the back which was bordered with torches  and off towards the garden there were tables busting with food and drinks. The select few omegas were running around serving drinks and ensuring everyone was satisfied.Out on the lake about 10 metres from the shore was a barge with a band playing on it, the garden was bustling with guests who were in deep conversation were standing around the garden. Mum went off and had a conversation with some omegas I guess about some party plans. Sophie and Jason were at the shore of the lake listening to the music, Mary was looking comfortable in the arms of a man maybe she had finally found her mate. I made my way to the buffet and grabbed a chocol

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!" I screamed at herTrinity just stared blankly at me, her face showed no emotion. She was a blank canvas. "Vee, vee wake up" Jackson was shaking me awake. "Vee please wake up baby""Wwwhat" murmured half asleep, my eyes fighting to stay open. After a few minutes I looked around my room, Jackson was sitting beside me with a look of worry on his face, and mum stood at the end of my bed looking sympathetic towards me and Jackson."What was that?" Jackson asked"Vee has been dreaming of ragnarok  since two days before her birthday" mum answered."Mum, this one was different, it was on the same field but there was an all out war between us and vampires" I told them well mostly mum I still had to fill Jackson in on what I had been experiencing. That was going to be fun I guess.Mum hugged me and left so I could have a talk with Jackson regarding my dreams, well he did deserve to know he is my mate a

After the eventful morning I had with my mate I had a dying urge for food, and I was starving. I made my way to the kitchen just like every other morning but this time was different, other than the fact I am the too be future Luna of the pack. And the few people I had passed bowed and called me Luna. But mum was nowhere in sight, the kitchen was empty. So I made my way to the fridge and found the cake from last night and decided it would go perfect with a coffee and Lagertha agreed.After breakfast I had realised, I haven't actually shifted other than in my dreams. I felt quite embarrassed at that fact. I decided to ask mum to come with me, I figured she gave birth to me, she may want to be there to watch me shift for my first time. I quickly hurried off to the library because that is mums favourite place in the world. On my way i tracked the sandstone pillars that arched the corridor heading to the library, and stopped and admirred the courtyard dad had designed special for

I walked down a long corridor, the walls were made of bricks coloured in a light shade of grey, the floor was lined with the longest red mat I had ever seen. For as far as the eye could see, which wasn't very far as the only light was available came from silver from the candelabras which stood at least 6 foot tall each supporting at least 7 candles, not the average candles we can buy from a shop, but big chunky lopsided candles that looked like they were made by a 5yr old, they were the only form of lighting as I could tell. I walked further down the corridor taking in my surroundings. The windows had no glass in them, but were lined fine wooden detailing. The wall had to be over 20 feet high and tapered into an arch at its peak. In fascination I trailed my fingers over the walls as I walked.Committing to memory the smoothness of the brick, mixed with the coarseness of the grout. The intricate detail of every carefully sculpted pillar, which seemed to tell a story of mystica