The Luna Pack

Chapter One- The Birthday Party(Part One)

~~Annalisia's Pov ~~

"Wake up, sleepyhead" Tanya called. I groaned and turned over. My best friend, Tanya Blackstar and I were having a sleepover being as today was my birthday.

"Oh, come on Annalisia, it's your birthday. Get up," she complained, rolling onto me. I groaned in mock pain and pushed her off.

"You're heavier than you look, fatty," I said, stifling a laugh as I watched her face. She looked as though someone had farted on her pillows.

"I'm not fat, I'm thick and besides, Trent loves it," she said, referring to her mate. We're werewolves. My dad's the Alpha so that makes me a princess and believe me, I hate it. I have never met my mate so my parents are worried since they found each other when they were really young. I'm not worried but they are. I've been watched my entire life because for some reason, I'm special.

"Fine, fine, I'm up," I said, clambering out of bed.

"It's seven a.m., I can't believe you," I complained, heading into the bathroom.

"I didn't want to stay awake alone," she said, smiling. Tanya is eighteen years old but acts as though she's ten. Her dad is the Beta of the pack, James Blackstar. To all the single ladies, he was a breath of fresh air after years in a dungeon but to me, he was a funny uncle who cracked a lot of jokes. I stepped out of the shower and shook my head at Tanya as she walked past me.

"What?" She questioned as she got into the shower.

"Your dad's gonna kill you for doing that," I stated. She froze and turned slowly towards me.

"Are you going to tell him?" she asked, wide-eyed. Last night, Tanya and I had gossiped about a lot of things and she had let something slip about her and Trent. I had questioned her until she had given up and told me that she had given her virginity to Trent. Even though they were mates, young she-wolfs weren't allowed to have sex until they were twenty-one years old.

"I won't but he'll know the next time we have to hunt for vampires and we shift," I replied. When we're wolves, everything is out in the open. It's a way for us to communicate with each other since we can't speak verbally but it also leaves your mind open and everyone can hear your thoughts. It's really creepy. When I had phased when I was fourteen for the first time, I had freaked out when I suddenly heard my dad's thoughts and he was thinking about last night with my mom. I had almost fainted when he had turned around wide-eyed after he had found out I heard his thoughts. Explanations followed and I was disgusted. Everything out in the open for everyone to hear was a blessing and curse.

"You're lucky you can block your thoughts when you want to," she stated grumpily. That's why I'm special. I can block my thoughts when I'm a werewolf. My dad was astonished when he had found out and had grinned really big. I slipped into a yellow summer dress with light blue flowers and blue flats. I let my raven, black hair flow down my shoulders in curls with a blue hairband holding it back.

"Come on, Tanya, we don't have all day," I called, applying lip gloss to my lips. I grinned as she stepped out. Silver jeans with blue swirls accentuated her tiny waist, a teal halter top and white vest complimented her light brown eyes in a weird way which made her look cute.

"I'm dressed," she said in a singsong voice. We hooked hands and skipped out my room and through the halls into the dining room.

"Good morning, daddy," I called as I spotted my dad, Tobias Tomaur the Alpha of the pack. He came around the table and gave me a big hug.

"Happy birthday, my little cherry," he said causing me to grin. At six foot three, my dad was tall for his age of thirty-nine. Devilishly handsome, according to mom, his stone grey eyes made ladies swoon at just a glance.