Miranda's POV
The day a she-wolf turns eighteen is the best day of her life since it means a new and happy beginning. The day she legally becomes a woman. The day her woman's sweet essence will start to discharge out of her and spread into the atmosphere. Aided by the wind which will carry her essence as far and wide as it could go till it will be perceived by her one and only true mate.
The day I've been looking forward to ever since I fell in love with Ethan. The day finally came and it started great since my friends promised to give me the best birthday ever when my parents refused me. But unfortunately, nothing went as planned. If I had known it would end this way I would have avoided that omega freak bitch.
Now because of her, my eighteenth birthday is ruined. It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life but it turned out to be the worst. It was a complete disaster!
My best friend had to be urgently operated on to correct her crushed larynx so she would be able to heal properly when her werewolf healing process began, otherwise, she might start to croak like a frog. Not exactly the doctor's words but he said something along that line
I'm also in surgery. I was told I have multiple fractures from my wrist down to my fingers and the bones had to be urgently set so they wouldn't end up twisted and gnarled when I complete my healing process.
Right now, I feel ashamed and alone in the world. My wolf Pinky had crawled to the corner of my mind to lick her wound. Who wouldn't? When we'd just been dealt with by a she-wolf every shifter in the pack knew as the bottom feeder
I would have crawled somewhere myself if I didn't need urgent medical attention. Even my parents are ashamed of me. Although they're with me at the hospital I can see shame, disapproval, and disappointment in their eyes.
It's late in the evening when the surgery was finally done and my dad walks into the theater. He doesn't even bother to conceal his disgust for me because of the surgeons and nurses around. His Alpha daughter has just been beaten up by an Omega, what a disgrace. He looks so furious I dare not look him in the eyes. My head is bowed in shame
"Alpha..." The head surgeon and his team said and slightly bowed their heads to him in respect.
"She's a werewolf! Did she really need that?" He growls in reply to their greetings, indicating with his head to the cast on my hand.
"Yes, she does sir. She has multiple fractures from her wrist to her fingers. The cast will help to immobilize and help keep the bones in place until it fully heals. It will be taken out in three days when she would have been properly healed
"Three days!? She's Alpha! Her healing process is supposed to be completed in six hours!"
"About that sir... The bone-density test carried out on her showed...
"Wait, stop!" He says, raising his hand for the surgeon to stop talking. "First, explain to me, what a bone density test is?"
"Okay, so in layman's language. A bone-density test is a way to measure the strength of one's bones and as I was saying before, the bone-density test carried out on her showed her bones are of very low quality."
"I'm sorry doctor, I'm not sure I understand what you mean. Is she sick? Does she have some kind of bone disease? Is that what you're saying?" My dad asks
with narrowed eyes.
He asked exactly what is on my mind since I also want to know what he meant when he said my bones are of low quality
"No, Alpha, far from it! What I'm saying is her bones don't have the same amount of strength befitting an Alpha.." He replies but I think he just managed to confuse my dad further judging by the look on his face.
"I understand your confusion Alpha, that is why I would suggest we go to my office and discuss extensively on this if you don't mind." He says and my dad nods in agreement.
Even though I also want to find out what the doctor wants to tell my dad about my bones, I'm glad and breathe a sigh of relief when he finally leaves with the doctor.
And then the door opens and my mom enters. I slump back into the bed in exasperation because I'm not in the mood for her right now.
My mom is one of the most beautiful and regal she-wolves that I've ever met. I admit that I'm jealous of her sometimes. Not only because I'm not as beautiful as her but also because all my life, I have wished that I have the kind of poise and charisma with which she carries herself.
I heard she was the most beautiful woman, not just in North America, but in the world during her time. As beautiful as she is, I'm sure she wouldn't have won Miss Congeniality since she has the coldest personality that I've ever seen in my life
When outside she performs her Luna duties perfectly with a bright smile and warm attitude but inside, she is the ice queen that even her daughter can't approach.
"Luna" The two nurses that are still detaching iv lines, getting ready to take me to another room bow to her.
"Leave us!" She gave a command and they all hurry to leave
My mom is a fashionista and as she walked in, I imagined myself dressed exactly the way she's dressed, repeating to myself... 'Leave us. Leave us, Leave us...' over and over again till I'm convinced I don't and will probably never sound as high and mighty as her.
I come out of my little world where I've been imagining myself speaking and acting like my mother to see she's now looking at me strangely. I also look at her closely and I see her eyes are red and swollen like she's been crying. No wonder she came in wearing sunglasses.
'Has she been crying because I'm hurt?' I wonder but find that difficult to believe since I know she has never concerned herself with anything that involves me.
But one can never know. Maybe she'd been crying because she thought I was gravely injured and nearly lost me
"Mom" I call out weakly to her. Who knows, maybe if I look pitiful enough then she would be convinced that I need to be loved right now not nag at
But she just keeps looking at me intently as if she's seeing me for the first time. As if she wants to master and commit the shape of my face to memory.
"Mommy?..." I call again meekly like a little girl and her eyes become focused, now looking into my eyes.
"I was not wrong about you..." She says to me "I knew I was not wrong about you but Nate didn't believe me. He was so stubborn and insisted I shouldn't do anything. They all think I'm crazy. Now it's too late!"
I'm dumbfounded and scared for my mom. She sounds incoherent, her words are not making any sense to me. I start crying again and I wish my dad will come in right then. Didn't the doctor explain to her that my injuries are not life-threatening or has she finally gone bonkers!?
She reaches into her purse and brings out a handkerchief to clean her eyes before putting her sunglasses back on.
"Mom, are you okay?" I ask with concern but she ignores me and calls the nurses back in instead
"Take me to the surgeon's office," she commanded one of the nurses. I heave a huge sigh of relief when she finally leaves. Glad to be left alone
I'm discharged minutes after my parents finish with the doctor. I would have loved to check on Emily, whom I'm told is also out of surgery but my parents didn't give me the opportunity. I want to ask how she's
fairing after surgery. I also want to know about their discussion with the doctor but I dare not open my mouth. My dad looks scary and unapproachable while my mom looks like she just lost someone dear to her.
So I try to stay invincible where I'm seated in the back seat of the car. We arrived home and as soon as my dad parked the car, I gets out and run into my room, locking the door behind me.
"Thanks, Moon goddess!" I say when I'm safely out of their presence. I heave a sigh of relief when I see my purse on my bed. My mom must have put it there for me, I remember leaving it inside Emily's car.
I bring out my phone to call Ethan. Emily told me he had an argument with their dad and left the pack in anger. I wonder when he will be back. I unlock my phone and see I've missed several calls from Celine, our maid.
Why will she be calling me by this time of the night, I wonder. Is it to apologize on behalf of her monster daughter?
I like Celine but never! I will never accept her apology! My phone starts ringing and it's her again...
"Celine if you're calling about your daughter then I'm sorry..."I start saying as soon as I pick the call when she cut me off mid-sentence
"I'm not calling because of her and she's not my real daughter... I'm calling because I have an important message for you that will change your life forever.
"What message?" I ask curiously
"By this time tomorrow, you will be addressed as Luna. Come downstairs right now if you want to make that dream a reality.