The Kings I Hate

Chapter 1: Everything was okay

(Picture above is how I envision the pack-house in Jupiter Moon's territory), (I don't own this image)

I woke up to the shrill tone of my alarm, signaling it was time to get ready for the day, and what a great day it would be! Today was Jupiter Moon's annual hosting of the Alpha's of the surrounding pack's mate selection dinner, it was quite the grand affair! All female AND male pre-shifters were requested to attend in their finery, dresses, tuxes, heels, and shiny shoes. YOU name it! It was easily my most favorite day of the year aside from my birthday of course, but more on that later I had to get ready. Being the daughter of the pack's dress maker's sure had its perks and if I didn't hurry I wouldn't get to utilize those said perks. I slip on my work clothes and put my hair into a tight bun, tie my shoes being sure to double knot them and head towards the door, only to go as far as two steps before retreating and grabbing my glasses. Not only was I blind and forgetful. I was also clumsy. That was soon demonstrated as I collide with a soft, fleshy, but stable woman. "Oh Mrs. Tiny I do apologize! What are you doing down this way?" Mrs. Tiny was an older woman of the pack, nearly looking sixty, which in wolf years she should be over a hundred, easily. She was on the shorter side with a little bit of fat, no doubt because of her age, and had the whitest hair which she assures me is ALL natural and had been that way since the day she found me at the packs border nearly sixteen years ago. She says I was a blessing from the moon Goddess and that her hair color was a sign that she was on the right path, that day she took me and named me as her own pup and blessed me as a part of her family. It wasn't just us two either she had a husband who was usually working more so than not he was Mr. Tiny, a kind older man and natural mate to Mrs. Tiny. They had known each other since grade school , then high-school where they started dating and later learned who the were for each-other. It was a match blessed by the Goddess they proclaim, and seeing them together I don't doubt it for one second. Some may ask why not call them by their names or just "mom" or "dad", well it certainly wasn't my decision to call them by their last name, but being as traditional or "old-schooled", as some of you may call it, as  the Jupiter Moon pack was it was considered disrespectful to call a higher up by their name. Since I was not born of this pack I no right to call them by their names and since the weren't my biological parents I couldn't call them my mom or dad by pack law at least. In private they allowed it and around their friends I could call them by their actual names which were Mrs. Annette Tiny and Mr. Lorenzo Tiny. 

Mrs. Tiny replies "Dear child we have to get you ready for the big day of course if you don't hurry Lorenzo will have sold out of all the grand dresses for this evening!" I follow her through the narrow hallway that was adorned with old photographs and candle holders, something you would see in a basement or cellar. Funny fact I lived in the refurbished cellar, no I never complained it had it's own kitchen and bathroom and with the work I did I happened to get paid, a "perk" I suppose for not being part of the pack. Pack members didn't get paid for their labor it was considered for them, an honor.  Anyhow making it through the musty hallway we make our way up the cement stairs and to the main floor of the pack house, it was bustling with energy with omega's and maids running about like chickens with their head had been cut off. I sigh it WAS a wonderful day after-all, but I wish the Alpha, Beta, heck even a few warriors would step up and help. It was ridiculous how much work they put on their workers in the pack, some of the workers were even children, missing meals and schooling just to do as their told by the higher ups. Because it was "such an honor", bleh. I gagged in disgust at the cruelty here, surely not all packs were like this, so "old-fashioned". Barbaric is what it was and I had no intention of staying past my sixteenth birthday. None at all my mom and dad were aware and in full support with my decision. That day it seemed couldn't get here soon enough...