History

“Yup. All five will attend for sure,” I replied.

“Even the Crimson Blood Pack will attend. Shows how respected our pack is,” he said with pride.

We all were actually quite shocked by the news. No one would have imagined that the Crimson Blood Pack would attend a social event. Even the invitation was sent out only as a courtesy of them being one of the packs here.

There were a total of five packs in this country - Silver Moon Pack, Spirit Shadow Pack, Glowing Stone Pack, Crimson Blood Pack, and on top of them all was ours, the Black Heart Pack.

We all had quite nice friendships and had businesses together, except for the Crimson Blood Pack. They were kind of a loner as their pack was situated far away from the rest of us. We all lived near forests, to not be seen by humans when we were in wolf forms, but they lived up the mountain, where even other pack members wouldn't see them.

And they wouldn’t usually attend social functions if they had no important issues to be discussed by the Alphas, and thus the reason why we were shocked by their confirmed attendance.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe the history we just learned,” a girl’s voice suddenly rang out in my ear as we passed by two small she-wolves.

Greg and I shared a look at her words and fell silent once again, each of us thinking of the history ourselves. I could imagine how amazed they must be feeling at learning the history of Werewolves vs Lycans.

Once upon a time, this world had not only humans, witches, and werewolves, but there were Lycanthropes too, aka the Lycans. Lycans were like us, but better at everything. They were the supreme wolves with better agility, power, and stamina, and were smarter than us. And we all lived in our own worlds with no wars between us.

But a few years before I was born, newborn werewolves suddenly started disappearing one by one until the numbers were too great to be counted. It turned out that the Lycans had been killing them, which led to the greatest war of all time - the Werewolves vs Lycans War.

There was said to be a prophecy from a witch that a child born from that year would be the end of the Lycanthrope, and they began killing the newborn werewolves to ensure that the prophecy wouldn’t come true.

One of the witches (that was Luna Rose), told all the Alphas about it, and so the war began. Werewolves around the world banded with witches to upturn the Lycans, and with their help, the werewolves succeeded in driving the Lycans to extinction.

For me, driving the Lycans to extinction was a bit of an extreme gesture, but I wouldn't let anyone know of my thought as I would surely be labeled as a traitor.

Maybe they deserved it because they were killing newborn werewolves just because they were afraid of extinction. How ironic that their action in preventing it actually still led to their demise? Would they not have done it if they had known what would happen? Or would they wait and tried to kill that one werewolf alone to save their race?

“Why are you sighing?” I heard Greg’s voice from beside me.

I hadn’t realized that I was sighing, but although that history amazed me, somehow I felt a tinge of sadness too when I thought about it.

“Nothing.. Just thinking how great werewolves are,” I half-lied. Well.. It was the truth. Werewolves were great, but I knew without the witches’ help, they wouldn’t win against the Lycans.

I stopped in my track and groaned once I realized what I was thinking. There it goes again - me thinking nicely about the Lycans. Something is seriously wrong with me!

"You okay?" he asked.

“Yup, good as new!” I said with a cheery voice.

“By the way, because of that great war, Alpha Andre was crowned as the strongest Alpha in this country, right?” he asked happily.

“Uh-huh.. I heard he killed the most Lycans together with Luna Rose then,” I confirmed his theory.

“They must have been fated together since they worked so well since then,” he replied with a dreamy look on his face.

I was sure he was imagining that battle scene of the Alpha and Luna working together, orrrr... he was imagining finding a mate and becoming like the Alpha and Luna. My heart fell at the thought.

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to say that your mother and father are not fated together,” he apologized suddenly.

Huh?! My mother and father? Ohh.. he thought I was saddened about that.

“No worries. You know I don’t remember anything about my mother,” I replied dismissively.

To be honest, I didn't have a great bond with my mother, the supposedly Luna of the pack, if she was still alive today. Not because she wasn’t great or anything, but because she died when I was less than a year old. But I still wished for her to be alive, because I knew she was a great mother. She died while protecting me from being kidnapped by some rogues.

“Are you excited about the prom?” I asked him, deterring the subject from anything saddening.

“Yes!” he suddenly looked pumped up. Must be very excited about it, which actually made me excited too.

“We’re gonna attend prom tomorrow and celebrate our birthday the next day. Double happiness!” he exclaimed.

“Yes, I know!” I laughed at how excited he was.

We were both turning eighteen in two days' time. My dad had suggested celebrating my birthday at prom, but I declined the idea. Of course, I wouldn’t cut the cake at the event, and I had begged my father not to make a big deal out of it as I didn’t want everyone to turn their attention to me, the wolfless Alpha’s daughter. To feel embarrassed would be an understatement, it would be humiliating! Thankfully my father finally agreed after some hard begging on my part.

“How are you going to celebrate?” he asked.

“I’m not sure.. Luna had asked me permission to deal with it. So.. I guess it would be a surprise,” I told him with a huge grin on my face. I loved surprises, and Luna was always kind enough to arrange them.

“How lucky,” he chuckled.

“What about you? How are YOU going to celebrate?” I asked in return.

“Just with family,” he shrugged.

“You don't seem to be so enthusiastic about spending your 18th birthday with your family.” I raised an eyebrow at him, declaring that I was somewhat unhappy that he thought that way.

For me, spending time with my father was always the best time. So for him to be unenthusiastic because he would only celebrate it with his family didn't sit right with me.

He rolled his eyes at me. “You know what I meant.”

I did know what he meant. It wasn’t that he was displeased, it was just he wanted a larger family with sisters and brothers, but he was an only child, hence his reaction.

“I know. By the way, did your father say anything about the rogues?” I asked as I remembered the hushed voices behind the studies before I entered.

“No, why?” he asked with little interest in the subject.

“Nothing. Just thought there are problems again,” I replied. We’d been having a little problem with the rogues. They had been around the area but didn’t do anything else. I once heard Greg’s father, Beta Erick, told my father that it seemed the rogues were waiting or looking for something.

“Let’s talk about the prom, alright?” he suggested, and I agreed happily.

“Would the students feel that our theme is cliche?” I’d been wondering about this since it was first selected by the prom’s committee.

“Rainforest?” He laughed.

“Yeah.. Forest.. Wolves..” I pointed out.

“I think they would be surprised at how life-like the decorations are.” he laughed again.

At long last, we reached the ballroom building. It was situated in a different area than the pack members’ houses, so it took a while to walk there.

“Ready to see?” he asked as he was about to open the double door.

I nodded, and he pulled open one of the doors. Today we were finishing the small touches, and as per his words, I was astounded while looking at the decorations. It felt like we had traveled to a natural rainforest.

The trees, animals and their sounds, the waterfall, and the ceiling was even painted as black as the sky with lighting as stars and moon.

“Do you think some would turn into wolves because of the life-like moon?” I blushed when I realized what I had just asked.

He laughed out so loud and hard until his eyes were teary. “Sometimes you are just too naive.”

I rolled my eyes at him despite my blush.

We walked around the “rainforest,” and I could feel that after I attended the prom tomorrow night and turned eighteen the day after, something big was going to happen to my life.