Chapter 1: _The Moon’s Chosen
"Mark my words, Elsa Thatcher will be the next Moon's Chosen Luna." Brittany, who was also a maid like me, thundered with certainty to Miranda, her friend.
I wished to the gods to quit listening to their Moon Chosen's obsession talks, but I was stuck here, hanging a balloon on one of the pack house's golden pillars.
Miranda readily supported Brittany's notion. "Of course! Elsa Thatcher is the wealthiest female in the pack, hailing from the most influential family in the country even! No one comes close!"
Oh, please! I rolled my eyes. At this point, I'd throw up if I heard any more talks about those privileged, rude, and selfish brats. Everyone knew how cruel the nobles in the pack could get. In Alpha Kaene's pack, power was everything.
You're literally doomed if you were wretched and unfortunate like myself. We were also restricted as werewolves to working for any other supernatural beings or humans because of the ongoing hunters epidemic, making the power dynamic even fiercer than ever.
I despised Alpha Kaene's reign.
As I secured the balloon, my mind wandered to my family's struggles. My mother's illness, my father's injuries from the last hunter attack, and my younger brother's steady hunger.
I tuned out the gossip monger's conversation, focusing on my chore. Hanging these balloons was a small job, but it paid.
Just as I finished with the balloons, the much anticipated noise erupted outside. The pack's guards rushed in, surrounding a regal woman with green eyes.
"Elsa Thatcher," Brittany whispered, awestruck.
Elsa's gaze swept the room, her eyes scanning us up like a pack of used rags before moving on. The rage that thrilled over me was boundless. How on earth could Miranda and Britany find anything remotely respectable about this arrogant bag of flesh?!