Emerald Eyed Luna

Every girl dreams of her high school prom, and I was no exception. My friends and I were getting ready to go dress shopping, but my parents couldn’t understand how important the prom was to me. They believed I should refrain from doing anything that could affect my image and bring negative attention to our family name.

Apparently, being the beta’s daughter put a leash on you having fun. Of course, I took every opportunity to enjoy my life and live life to its fullest. Mom said I reminded her of who she was before she found a mate, and tended to give me some leeway, but Dad was a huge stickler for the rules. My mom, Sarah, was 5’ 6” tall with a toned frame and light brown hair that was chest length. She was a warrior in our pack and had taught me to fight since I was five. My dad, Ben, was 6’ 7” with a football-build body that could bench a car, had tattoos from head to toe, and slick black hair. He had never gone easy on me and was upset I was not a boy, but that did not stop him from raising me as such. I competed in all the same competitions as boys, but I had yet to get the best of him. He thought I was just as good and should get the beta position when he retires—if I could shape up and not cause him more headaches. Laughing, I thought about all the lectures he had given me over the years. “What mate will want a girl who parties and is fast and loose with the rules, let alone what alpha would want you as a beta?” I laughed because I grew up with the future alpha, Damian.

He was my best friend, and occasionally we had kissed, but I was keeping my virginity for my mate. Damian was 6’ 8” of solid muscle, had short black hair, and a tribal tattoo from his chest to his shoulder, around his neck and arm, and across his back. He was a walking sex-on-a-stick with piercing, bright blue eyes. His temper matched his bad-boy look, but he always had a sweet spot for me. I knew I had always caught his eye. Being 5’ 7” with a slender and toned body, waist-length dark wavy hair, and emerald green eyes, I tend to catch a few guys’ attention. However, most of them thought they would get the position of beta, so I tend to ignore them.

“Hurry up, Nina!” shouted my best friend, Holly. She was beautiful with her creamy mocha skin and shoulder-length black hair. She might only be 5’ 5”, but her attitude was that of an eight-foot-tall person. Jumping away from my vanity, I ran to the front door before she could begin to climb the stairs. I kept her waiting once, and she almost broke my door down.

“I’m coming! I had to finish my makeup,” I said, slightly out of breath.

“Zach, Damian, and Trevor are in the car waiting for us.” Zach was another warrior’s son. He was 6’ 6” with a pale skin complexion, hazel eyes, and shoulder-length blonde hair. He was cute in his own way but had a softer expression to him. He always had eyes for Holly, not that she paid attention. Being the gamma’s daughter, she got the same lectures that I did. Trevor was her brother and also Damian’s right-hand man since they were born only a few days apart. He was 6’ 6” with a darker complexion than Holly, and had jet black hair and the same matching dark brown eyes with gold flakes in them that Holly had. Apparently, it was a family trait of theirs.